"Xavier.""Why am I not surpr<strong>is</strong>ed."<strong>The</strong>y held each other's eyes. <strong>Constantine</strong> 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.<strong>Constantine</strong> smiled sadly. "No. I imagine you wouldn't."Xavier hesitated. <strong>Constantine</strong> didn't have to extend h<strong>is</strong> psychic feelers to know what Xavierwas thinking. He could guess.Should I hold <strong>Constantine</strong>? Can I really prove he caused th<strong>is</strong> mayhem at BZR? Can he tell mewhere Dodson has d<strong>is</strong>appeared 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?<strong>The</strong> answer to the last question must have been yes. Because Xavier finally said, "Dowhatever you do, then."<strong>Constantine</strong> 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 <strong>Constantine</strong> clear of the cops for now, before they changed their minds.But where to?<strong>Constantine</strong> needed another puzzle piece. He had to find the blood of Chr<strong>is</strong>t - which wasknown to physically ex<strong>is</strong>t only in two possible places. <strong>The</strong> Grail - and the spear that had piercedh<strong>is</strong> side. <strong>Constantine</strong> was sure Mammon couldn't get hold of the Grail. That left the spear. Sowhere was it?<strong>The</strong>re 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," <strong>Constantine</strong> said.--Chaz and <strong>Constantine</strong> faced the bouncer with the peculiar deck of tarot cards once more. Chazmuttered something about not wanting to be left behind again. Maybe th<strong>is</strong> time...But <strong>Constantine</strong> had a headache and he wasn't sure he could get in himself th<strong>is</strong> time. He wastired, h<strong>is</strong> lungs were killing him, h<strong>is</strong> 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 <strong>Constantine</strong> only its back. But the telepathic image was blurred, uncertain."A bird on a ladder," <strong>Constantine</strong> hazarded. <strong>The</strong> bouncer shook h<strong>is</strong> head. "Sorry."<strong>Constantine</strong> nodded, started to turn away, as if d<strong>is</strong>appointed - and then spun back, and clockedthe bouncer hard in the face.He'd caught him on the cheek, instead of the point of h<strong>is</strong> 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 <strong>Constantine</strong> past the fallen guard and through the door.And came to a dead stop on the other side of the door, staring.<strong>The</strong>y were standing at the top of the stone staircase. But th<strong>is</strong> 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 m<strong>is</strong>t, seeming infinite. It was a room that had no interior, because itwent on forever.'Wait here," <strong>Constantine</strong> said, descending.
Chaz just nodded. He was content to "wait here."He didn't want to go any farther. He definitely wasn't ready. <strong>Not</strong> today.He watched <strong>Constantine</strong> descending, down and down, getting smaller and smaller in thed<strong>is</strong>tance, and finally van<strong>is</strong>hing.Chaz felt a chill breeze lap at him from those impossible, infinite spaces. It seemed to snuffleat him, to taste him, to consider whether or not he might belong to the darkness it had come from.Chaz turned - and found that the door was shut. And that there was no knob on th<strong>is</strong> side. Noway to open it.<strong>The</strong> curious breeze snuffled at the back of h<strong>is</strong> neck. ...Chaz huddled back against the wall, crouching, clutching h<strong>is</strong> knees.After a moment he called out, "Uh... <strong>Constantine</strong>? Hey, yo, uh - say, man, do I have to uh... Imean... <strong>Constantine</strong>?"No response. H<strong>is</strong> voice was swallowed up by the depths.--Midnite was wearing h<strong>is</strong> black Borsalino hat with the wide brim; h<strong>is</strong> shirt was open at thechest. Doing some last-minute paperwork at h<strong>is</strong> desk, before going out somewhere, <strong>Constantine</strong>guessed.At th<strong>is</strong> hour, maybe he was going to the Special Stage, where h<strong>is</strong> gladiatorial events took place- a highly secret and secretive show for Hollywood's most decadent elite, another uniqueentertainment project from the voodoo impresario. And its audience included many of Hell'shalf-breed Elite too - often as not they overlapped with the Hollywood set. <strong>The</strong> gladiators werezombies, usually, using knives and machetes and sometimes chain saws against clubs with nailssticking out of them. Convenient recruiting, Midnite being the master of a small army ofzombies. In the old days he'd brought Haitian zombies with him to New York and L.A., butlately he'd been converting washed-up fashion models and former soap-opera actors andproducers of failed reality-TV shows - people who'd gotten into debt at h<strong>is</strong> gaming tables, onLevel Seven; they seemed to convert to the Walking Dead with such ease it was like they weremostly zombie already."Got a zombie fight set up to regale L.A.'s royalty?" <strong>Constantine</strong> asked, marshaling h<strong>is</strong>strength.He ignored the cold fury in Midnite's eyes, but wasn't surpr<strong>is</strong>ed by it. <strong>Constantine</strong> was notsupposed to be here. If he was here without perm<strong>is</strong>sion, then as far as Midnite was concerned,<strong>Constantine</strong> was a burglar. <strong>The</strong> bouncer had had orders to say that he was wrong about the cardno matter what he said."Always found the zombie fights sickening," <strong>Constantine</strong> went on, lighting a cigarette."Worst thing about them's when they tear each other apart without feeling anything. Made mesick to watch that. I mean, they're trailing entrails and brains and still snapping at each other'sthroats. Strangling one another with intestines - but feeling no pain. Seems like pain gives yousome of your humanity. Lately I'm feeling human." He paused to reflect, glowing out a cloud ofblue smoke. "<strong>The</strong> local movie agents seemed to enjoy watching numb mutual butchery, however.Old home week for them, I guess."<strong>Constantine</strong> looked at the orrery, trying to m<strong>is</strong>direct Midnite's attention that way as heclamped the cigarette in h<strong>is</strong> mouth and put one hand under h<strong>is</strong> coat and around h<strong>is</strong> back, wherehe'd hung the Holy Shotgun from a strap.But Midnite saw the motion. "Have you lost what little mind you had?" Midnite demanded,r<strong>is</strong>ing from h<strong>is</strong> desk. "Forcing your way in here... and armed!"And h<strong>is</strong> hands were moving, fingers spread open, at h<strong>is</strong> sides, seeming to draw power from theair - <strong>Constantine</strong> could see the energies spiraling in, gathering for Midnite's attack."Don't!" <strong>Constantine</strong> said, snapping the Holy Shotgun up and aiming it at Midnite's head.Midnite glared. But he knew they were at an impasse - that gun was made of a relic, and so
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