Materialized it here. Something m<strong>is</strong>sing from that cardboard box of Isabel's effects....He opened h<strong>is</strong> palm and showed her-a broken hospital band, delicately scented withbrimstone. On it, the name: ISABEL DODSON.''I've confirmed it," <strong>Constantine</strong> said, sitting up. "She killed herself. And she's damned for it."She took the band from him, gripped it tightly, as if that would help her hold herself together.Tears streaked her cheeks.<strong>Constantine</strong> caught himself wondering how he could help her.Help her! Help a woman whose s<strong>is</strong>ter <strong>is</strong> trapped in Hell for all eternity! What an ego I'vegot!Still - he opened h<strong>is</strong> arms to her. It just felt right....And she tumbled into them, her shoulders shaking with sobs. "<strong>Not</strong> her," she wept. "Me! <strong>Not</strong>her - me!"Wanting to take her s<strong>is</strong>ter's place, <strong>Constantine</strong> supposed. Only, if she knew what it was likethere, what endless torture, perpetually renewed, really meant - what infinite hopelessness couldbe - she might not be so generous, s<strong>is</strong>ter or not.But he simply held her, rocked her in h<strong>is</strong> arms and said nothing. Feeling rather odd - he hadn'tfelt th<strong>is</strong> close to anyone in a long time. Sure he'd had sex with people - and with semipeople.That got you physically close. But th<strong>is</strong> was another kind of intimacy entirely. Something thatreached deeper inside you. Touched something he'd thought had gone completely numb.After a while, she straightened up and wiped her eyes. “How…?”He knew what she meant. How had th<strong>is</strong> happened to someone who feared death by suicide,who renounced any possibility of it?<strong>Constantine</strong> had no answer for her. He just looked into her eyes. Felt a shock, gazing intothem. So he tried to look away. And failed... Her gaze effortlessly held him.Finally, feeling a deep-seated physical weakness engulfing him from within, he said, raspily,"I... need to eat."She nodded, and took a deep breath. "Sure. Let's get out of here." She helped him to h<strong>is</strong> feet.Really, he just wanted to get away from th<strong>is</strong> room - and the pull of her gaze. Stop up thatfeeling of vulnerability. Get back to h<strong>is</strong> fuck-'em-all <strong>Constantine</strong> persona. That persona,mocking and always ready to take aim, was what felt comfortable. It was like the butt of an oldgun, molded by long use to h<strong>is</strong> hand.But the question still hung in the air. How?--A bleak, almost featureless, cramped little office; a computer, several d<strong>is</strong>used old filingcabinets, a calendar. A door leading into the morgue...<strong>The</strong> lights were still burning here, even at th<strong>is</strong> time of night. Maybe they never turn them off,Father Hennessy thought. Murder didn't sleep; why should the coroner's office? In the City ofAngels, the Los Angeles County Coroner was forever open for business.<strong>The</strong> metal door of the morgue was open, suggesting that someone had just been here and wasabout to return.Hennessy stood a good chance of being arrested, and spending at least a night with the DTs ina jail cell, if he went any further with th<strong>is</strong>.He decided to take the chance. He was onto something important. He didn't know what itwas, but he knew it mattered.And that meant that he mattered. It'd been so long since he'd felt that way. To feel like youwere contributing something, that you were good for something more than a doorstop: Thatfeeling had once been everything to him - and for a long time everything had been lost to him.He w<strong>is</strong>hed he'd brought some liquor with him. He was going to be alone with the dead - andthe voices were starting to come back, to nag at h<strong>is</strong> inner hearing. He knew that some of thepurgatorial dead hung around their bodies for a while before wandering on. Some of them
dragged it out as long as possible, sucking every last drop of denial, before surrendering to theinevitable.Stunned by death, identifying with their material lives, and without the reasoning facultiesprovided by an actual brain - since spiritual intelligence was something that had to be spirituallybuilt up - the dead would gape for days at a time at their corpses, trying to understand, to grasptheir separation from what was, after all, just a kind of garment. <strong>The</strong>re were as many stupid deadpeople as there were stupid living ones.You could, he reflected, actually fail at being dead....Some of these spiritual imbeciles were hovering near as he opened the shiny stainless steeldoor and stepped into the chill of the morgue, h<strong>is</strong> breath v<strong>is</strong>ibly pluming the air, the telltaleexudation of Early Times bourbon mixing prophetically with the smell of decay andformaldehyde. Just one of many such vaults, th<strong>is</strong> was the one where intuition had led him.It was an old-fashioned morgue, with shelves on the wall crowded by sheet-covered bodies.He ra<strong>is</strong>ed a hand, extending h<strong>is</strong> astral senses from h<strong>is</strong> palm... thinking the name he'd found in thepaper.Isabel ... Isabel Dodson...He felt a tug pulling him across the room to a slim shape under a sheet - and then someonestood in h<strong>is</strong> way.It was a scowling old woman in her funeral best.One of those tediously stubborn ghosts. Her lips moved - but he heard the voice in h<strong>is</strong> mind:"Stay away from me, don't you put your rap<strong>is</strong>t's hands on my body!""Lady," he murmured, "let your body go. It wasn't much to brag about in the first place. Justaccept it, cause you sure as... as the dickens can't change it. You're dead. Ask God forforgiveness and move on...."And he walked right through her - did it on purpose to d<strong>is</strong>courage her from annoying him anyfurther. He felt her pr<strong>is</strong>sy indignation as she van<strong>is</strong>hed.Hennessy stepped up to Isabel's body, pulled the sheet back. Bluing skin, sunken, closed eyes.Tag in her ear like an earring.<strong>The</strong> poor girl, he thought. So young. And here an old, walking booze-sponge like me <strong>is</strong> stillaround.He reached out, placed h<strong>is</strong> hand on her forehead.He sensed nothing special. Just a husk, abandoned by a soul. He picked up some vagueflutterings vibratorily associated with the body's life, but nothing telling. He did a series ofpasses over her body - and suddenly stopped over her right wr<strong>is</strong>t.<strong>The</strong>re. Very d<strong>is</strong>tinct. Almost painfully sharp... a connection to Hell itself... a symbol. Hesaw it in h<strong>is</strong> mind's eye...."Hey, what the fuck're you doing in here?" came the strident voice from behind him. "Getyour hands away from that body, ya fucking perv!"He turned to tell a ghost to fuck off - and saw a solid, living, breathing human being: a burlysecurity guard. He smiled - then lunged for the door, shoving the man aside as hard as he could.Sprinting through the door and out.<strong>The</strong> guard fell, striking h<strong>is</strong> head. Just stunned.For a moment the security guard seemed to see an old lady in her Sunday best, looking downat him and pointing at a sheet-covered body."He tried to rape me! Get him! I'm naked under th<strong>is</strong> sheet, you know!" And she began togiggle. "Naked! Quite naked!"<strong>The</strong>n she faded away. Funny the things you imagined when you got a knock on the head.<strong>The</strong> guard got stiffly to h<strong>is</strong> feet and went to look for the guy who'd broken into the morgue.But by the time he was up and had called for backup, Father Hennessy was long gone.--
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