Constantine - The Novelization - Whoa is (Not)

"Xavier.""Why am I not surprised."They held each other's eyes. Constantine not giving an inch - or a word of information. Ifthere was any time LAPD would be in the way, it was exactly right fucking now."1 haven't been able to reach Dodson," Xavier said.Constantine smiled sadly. "No. I imagine you wouldn't."Xavier hesitated. Constantine didn't have to extend his psychic feelers to know what Xavierwas thinking. He could guess.Should I hold Constantine? Can I really prove he caused this mayhem at BZR? Can he tell mewhere Dodson has disappeared to, and if so, if I hold him to ask about it, am I interfering with him ina way that's going to cost Dodson?The answer to the last question must have been yes. Because Xavier finally said, "Dowhatever you do, then."Constantine nodded. Trying to look more confident than he felt. And there was a wide gap inbetween."That's the plan," he said.He could feel Xavier watching him as Chaz drove him away. Probably Chaz figured the mainthing was to get Constantine clear of the cops for now, before they changed their minds.But where to?Constantine needed another puzzle piece. He had to find the blood of Christ - which wasknown to physically exist only in two possible places. The Grail - and the spear that had piercedhis side. Constantine was sure Mammon couldn't get hold of the Grail. That left the spear. Sowhere was it?There was one place he could go to find out, maybe. Only one anywhere near."So... where to?" Chaz asked, right on cue."Papa Midnite's," Constantine said.--Chaz and Constantine faced the bouncer with the peculiar deck of tarot cards once more. Chazmuttered something about not wanting to be left behind again. Maybe this time...But Constantine had a headache and he wasn't sure he could get in himself this time. He wastired, his lungs were killing him, his head was full of psychic shrapnel, and he didn't feel up toreading the bouncer's mind right now.He gave it a shot, as the bouncer at Midnite's club, at that secret door, held up a tarot card,showing Constantine only its back. But the telepathic image was blurred, uncertain."A bird on a ladder," Constantine hazarded. The bouncer shook his head. "Sorry."Constantine nodded, started to turn away, as if disappointed - and then spun back, and clockedthe bouncer hard in the face.He'd caught him on the cheek, instead of the point of his chin as he'd hoped, but there wasenough force - and maybe a little extra telekinetic pressure and the bouncer went down, eyescrossing.Chaz stared at the guard. Shrugged. "All right!"He followed Constantine past the fallen guard and through the door.And came to a dead stop on the other side of the door, staring.They were standing at the top of the stone staircase. But this time, with the nightclub closed atthe moment to customers, the interior of the space spreading out beyond the stairs wasilluminated from a source Chaz couldn't make out. Below there were tiers on which were bars,tables, stools, doorways to secret places - but out beyond the edge of the landing the spacestretched on and on, lost in mist, seeming infinite. It was a room that had no interior, because itwent on forever.'Wait here," Constantine said, descending.