Angela reached out and put her hand over h<strong>is</strong>. He was amazed by how much that small touchconveyed. How much warmth and life and tenderness. And yet, he thought, she was a cop - andfrom what she'd said on the way here, one who'd been so willing to use her gun, it scared people.He cleared h<strong>is</strong> throat. "When 1 came back, 1 knew.All the things 1 could see were real. You know something?" He snorted. "Crazy was better."Angela sipped her tea and waited."I learned to not see the demons, the dead" - <strong>Constantine</strong> went on, lowering h<strong>is</strong> voice - "unlessI made a certain, psychic effort. And even then I pretended they weren't there… unless Iwas with people who knew. People who could teach me things - the kind of self-defense youneed in the astral world...."Angela looked nervously around. "So if you can still see them when you want to... Uh - arethere any… in here ?<strong>Constantine</strong> glanced at her. "You sure you don't know?"'Why would I?"He shrugged. He looked around. He dilated h<strong>is</strong> psychic ir<strong>is</strong>. <strong>The</strong>re - that couple in the comer.Yuppie woman and metrosexual man. Both of them admiring her new purse, h<strong>is</strong> new Gucc<strong>is</strong>hoes. <strong>The</strong> two of them glancing over at him - twitching their tails, snake tongues licking out,their dragon eyes narrowing warningly as they sensed him. <strong>The</strong>y hadn't been sent here to takehim out, he figured. <strong>The</strong>y seemed surpr<strong>is</strong>ed that he'd spotted them for what they were. But bestto keep an eye on them. Remembering the vermin-formed demon, the attack from the wingedthings downtown. Another attack was sure to come....He became aware that Angela was nervously waiting for h<strong>is</strong> report. "Nah," he said. "None inhere."He wanted a cigarette more and more and it was beginning to make h<strong>is</strong> nerves taut andtwangy. Keep your mind off it, old boy."Heaven and Hell are right here, Angela. Behind every wall, every window - the world behindthe world. And we're smack in the middle. '<strong>The</strong> Balance?'" He put h<strong>is</strong> cup down hard enough tomake the tea splash. "I call it hypocritical bullshit…."--<strong>The</strong>re-a pay phone, in front of the liquor store, half a long block away. Father Hennessyjogged down the street toward it, sweat already making h<strong>is</strong> clothes stick to him.Maybe th<strong>is</strong> phone was working. Hennessy had gone to two pay phones on the street already;both were vandalized past use. He w<strong>is</strong>hed h<strong>is</strong> cell phone were still working. Should've paid thebill. Should've known there'd be an emergency, with Johnny <strong>Constantine</strong> asking favors.God, he wanted a drink. <strong>The</strong> voices of the dead seemed to be hinting; they seemed to besaying personal things now...."Father... aren't you thirsty? Something <strong>is</strong>...""Oh, he's fine, he's been drinking in the morgue…""...laughing at us, ignoring us, turning away from us, when we beg him to intercede with h<strong>is</strong>Chr<strong>is</strong>t, h<strong>is</strong> Holy Mother, but none of them help, the Saints won't answer: At least the devils willspeak to you; at least they will take notice... My Katherine never took notice, just shut me out,and thought I didn't know about her little blond boyfriend, so I killed them both, and made sureshe lived long enough to see me standing over her, saying, 'Take notice now, do you, Katherine,eh?' Do you see, Father, what happens when people don't take notice, eh?""It's snuffling for you, Father: It's snuffling nigh and nearer yet, Padre, you coweringhypocrite .... " God how he wanted to shut them up.Just to go home and put the aluminum foil back up on the wall and pour a tumbler of bourbon.Shut them all out. But there was no time to get back to h<strong>is</strong> place, and h<strong>is</strong> bottle; not yet. He hadto get in touch with <strong>Constantine</strong>.He got to the pay phone, dropped in a big handful of change, each coin seeming to take
forever. <strong>The</strong> rain had almost gone from the streets; there was a deposit of wet trash in the gutter.Someone's inexplicable yellow knit sweater there too, looking mushy with water, and ad<strong>is</strong>integrating Los Angeles Times sports page.<strong>The</strong> dial tone! Father Hennessy's fingers tapped at the pay phone buttons."Be there, John," he said aloud. "Please..."He had to warn <strong>Constantine</strong>. He'd seen it - when the symbol had appeared on Isabel's wr<strong>is</strong>t, awindow had opened, into the deepest darkest realms. Something down there had looked back athim - and it had spoken <strong>Constantine</strong>'s name. It had pointed a claw at him....<strong>The</strong>y were after <strong>Constantine</strong>. <strong>The</strong>y were after him, too, because he was helping <strong>Constantine</strong>.And only John <strong>Constantine</strong> would know how to call them off.<strong>The</strong> phone rang in h<strong>is</strong> ear, rang and rang...."He's not home, Father, and something's behind you .... It's coming closer, devil<strong>is</strong>h close,Father...." He wasn't going to l<strong>is</strong>ten to the nattering of the dead, not now. <strong>The</strong>y were petty andpeev<strong>is</strong>h and they tried to get at you and they were all liars."Can't you hear it? It's behind you, Father! You'd better turn around and look, you old fool!"He wasn't going to give them the sat<strong>is</strong>faction of looking. <strong>The</strong>re was nothing creeping upbehind him. <strong>The</strong>y were only trying to... to scare him, to "Father! You'd better run!"-to warn him.Now he heard something skittering behind him and as he turned it reached him and whippedunder the cuff of h<strong>is</strong> trousers, wrapped itself around h<strong>is</strong> ankle, its touch repellent and slick andmany-legged. He shook h<strong>is</strong> leg frantically, trying to d<strong>is</strong>lodge it, but it gripped him like mosson a tree."Mother of God-Jesus-help me-get it off!" And now it was climbing up Hennessy's leg, windingits way around, whipping toward h<strong>is</strong> buttocks, to the nearest entrance-Hennessy shrieked and dropped the phone's earpiece to dangle and swing, faintly ringing, ashe clawed at himself. But it was already too late. Maybe a bungled lifetime too late.He began to run - as if he could outrun something that was right then climbing h<strong>is</strong> body...forcing its way into him and grabbing hold of h<strong>is</strong> spine and h<strong>is</strong> nervous system and h<strong>is</strong> soul...And turning him toward the liquor store.--"So when a half-breed breaks the rules," <strong>Constantine</strong> was saying, toying with a cigarette,"when it tries to commandeer free will or hijack a soul-""Sir - there's really no smoking here," the manager said as she passed, not unkindly.''I'm just holding it in my hand," <strong>Constantine</strong> snarled. He closed h<strong>is</strong> eyes. "Sorry. Anyway...""...hijack a soul," Angela prompted.Hearing that, the manager glanced at them from a rack of cups, ra<strong>is</strong>ing her eyebrows."Yeah. <strong>The</strong>y pull something like that," <strong>Constantine</strong> said, leaning closer to Angela, not quitewh<strong>is</strong>pering, "and I deport their sorry assess right back to Hell...." He wondered if he should goon. He was giving her false hope that he had the power to help - but it seemed important that sheunderstood everything.Somehow he knew they were in th<strong>is</strong> together, he and Angela. He'd felt it on the street, withthe winged demons almost within reach. And when she'd brought him the water, with barely amurmur. <strong>The</strong>y both felt it. It was like musical notes converging to make a harmonious chord.And to a mystic like <strong>Constantine</strong>, everything was made up of vibrations. He and Angelaharmonized on a vibratory level. Gut feelings again intuition with a special crackle of somethingextra, a quality that seemed to resonate of destiny, and, just maybe, of help from on high....You didn't ignore feelings like that, any more than you could ignore the current of a powerfulriver. You paddled with it, angled to use it, and let it sweep you to the side that you wanted to goto. Life itself as magic.How does someone escape Hell? she'd asked him. <strong>The</strong>y couldn't, of course. He really ought
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