<strong>Constantine</strong> glanced at her, smiling, thinking she was getting punchy with fatigue."As you know," Beeman continued, h<strong>is</strong> voice as d<strong>is</strong>embodied as any errant ghost's, "the mythsays Mammon was conceived before h<strong>is</strong> father's fall from grace - but he was born after."--In the storage area at the end of the maintenance corridor, Beeman seemed to hear somethinganomalous in a brief pause while the ball was rolling back to the alley's manager. A dooropening?He turned to look back down the alley: a long narrow strip of darkness with little pools oflight coming from each lane, pacing it off. <strong>Not</strong>hing moved there, except the mechanical works ofthe pinsetter in lane seven, going up and down like the gnashing of a giant robotic jaw."Beeman…?" came <strong>Constantine</strong>'s voice on the phone."Sorry," Beeman said, turning back to the scroll. "Sorry. Right here." He forced himself tofocus. But that uneasy feeling wouldn't go away. He glanced over h<strong>is</strong> shoulder again. Sawnothing .Well, he had various warding signs set up back there, to block whatever wanted to get in.Probably it was some irate elemental with a bone to pick - from the old days. Just hangingaround. Let it hover. It couldn't get to him - he hoped.He pulled the lamp closer to the scrolls. "Um... unlike Satan himself, Junior has never been inthe presence of the Creator, so he has no fear of him. No respect, either. And that contempt goesdouble for us - God's most prized creations."Beeman thought: If we're "God's precious ones," as it says here, then God needs some higherstandards."Mammon - Satan's son - would be the last demon we'd ever want coming into..."Was that another anomalous sound? Echoing laughter - echoing from far, far beyond th<strong>is</strong> littlemortal edifice?"...into our plane."Something was definitely trying to get to him. Maybe something powerful enough to stampover h<strong>is</strong> warding sigils, the way a man in heavy boots might kick through a small campfire. Hefelt like he was over a slow flame himself. Sweat was breaking out on h<strong>is</strong> neck, h<strong>is</strong> face. It wasstrangely hot in here, where it was normally quite cool....But it was important to get th<strong>is</strong> information to <strong>Constantine</strong>... important to far more than thetwo of them. And Beeman - though he dabbled in the black arts - had long ago chosen sides. Heserved the Light."But demons can't cross over," <strong>Constantine</strong> was ins<strong>is</strong>ting on the phone. "Right? Remember?Beeman?""Wait...." <strong>The</strong> ancient text swam before h<strong>is</strong> eyes. It was so hard to make it out in the heatwaves... hard to concentrate when things were crawling on h<strong>is</strong> desk. Scuttling across it. Bugs ofsome kind. Flies. He swiped haphazardly at them, squinting at the yellowing scrolls. Somethingalit on the back of h<strong>is</strong> neck, crawling there. He shook it off but it only came back, to be joined bya companion, and another."Wait - John. Wait. I'm reading. <strong>The</strong>re seems to be a... loophole. Very old. Very old. <strong>The</strong>translation <strong>is</strong> difficult. Conceived in Heaven, born in Hell - normal barriers might not apply...."He glanced up. Something was forming over there in the shadows, in the comer. Forming ofthousands of tiny moving parts. But he had to fin<strong>is</strong>h telling <strong>Constantine</strong> about the scroll. Th<strong>is</strong>was the most important thing he would ever do. <strong>The</strong> agglomerate in the corner took on a vagueoutline - he wanted to scream but instead he managed to say, croakingly, "It says…" He lookedagain at the scroll. "First, Mammon would have to possess an oracle."--Angela pulled the SUV up at a stoplight. "That's a psychic," <strong>Constantine</strong> told her. "A very,
very powerful psychic.""I know what an oracle <strong>is</strong>," Angela said. Her voice d<strong>is</strong>tant. Thinking of…<strong>The</strong>n she said it aloud. Making up her mind. "...Isabel.""But that wouldn't be enough," came Beeman's voice. Sounding frightened even through thepoor resolution of the speakerphone. "To cross over he'd still need..."<strong>The</strong>re was a growing background sound in the speakerphone. No<strong>is</strong>e from Beeman's - and notthe usual no<strong>is</strong>e. A kind of swelling buzz."...he'd need divine ass<strong>is</strong>tance. To cross over, Mammon would need the help of God. It says -look for signs. Signs of h<strong>is</strong> coming."'What kind of signs... Beeman?""Minor demons. Trying to break through." That buzzing no<strong>is</strong>e..."John," Beeman went on, h<strong>is</strong> voice breaking. "I know you've never had much faith. Neverhad much reason to..."<strong>Constantine</strong> looked at the phone. Something about Beeman's voice. Was he in danger - rightnow?"Beeman?"A certain resignation in Beeman's voice now. "But remember, John - that doesn't mean wedon't have faith. In you,"<strong>The</strong> buzzing rose in volume - and suddenly cut off. <strong>The</strong>re was no voice, no sound - except thedial tone.<strong>Constantine</strong> looked hard at Angela. "Drive. Fast."TWELVEWhat's that smell? Sulfur?" Angela asked, as they stood outside the door to Beeman's peculiarlittle impromptu apartment.<strong>Constantine</strong> sniffed - and winced. What was that smell? Raw sewage - and blood?<strong>The</strong> door that led to the maintenance lane was closed, locked. <strong>Constantine</strong> hadn't been able tofind the manager, though the outside door had been unlocked. A morning talk show playedwithout volume on a TV set behind the main desk, above the shelves of bowling shoes. No otherlife v<strong>is</strong>ible."Beeman!" <strong>Constantine</strong> called. "Beeman!"Angela stepped back from the flies slipping under the door, a stream of them darting past.That buzzing sound again, fluctuating.<strong>Constantine</strong> felt something tickle h<strong>is</strong> ankle - he shook it, and several large houseflies flewloopily away. More were coming from the openings at the back of the lanes, and under the door,the air darkening with them.He stepped back, and located the door's weak point, then kicked it - hard. He had a lot ofpractice kicking down doors, and it flew open immediately.Inside the maintenance corridor, what should have been cool darkness was instead a sticky,buzzing heat. <strong>The</strong>y hurried down the lane, past pool after pool of light, till they got to the areathat widened for Beeman's little compartment.
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