Deader Still

I walked out from behind our table and went over to the next booth. It was just your average Comic Con booth, set up with a wide array of collectible comic memorabilia. I ran my hands up and down through the cardboard coffins of comics.

“Nothing,” I said, moving to the next table and the next one after that. “Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.”

I must have looked insane.

Co

“Feel better, kid?” Co

“Not really,” I said. “I feel kind of naked without my power, you know? It’s been a part of me for so long, I can’t remember life before it.”

The Inspectre gave a loud ha-room, stroked his mustache, and walked around the table to the outer side of the booth.

“Perhaps I’ll give you two a moment to collect yourselves while I check out this disappearing wagon for myself,” he said.

As he headed off in the direction we had just come from, Co

Several passersby sidled up to the booth, took a few pamphlets, and moved on. I was still shaking from the dawning realization of what losing my powers really meant. In many ways, they had defined my very existence up until this point.

“Listen, kid,” Co

I didn’t think I could feel worse than I already did, but apparently I was wrong.

“Yeah,” I said, “I can ruin my life all on my own just fine. Thanks.”

Co

“Troubles in paradise, kid?”

I stepped back into our booth and sulked toward the rear of it.

“I don’t know,” I said, thankful for the change of subject even if it was also a dark one. “I don’t know if I can take her being in Greater and Lesser Arcana. I just don’t like Jane working so closely with Wesker. Every time I see them, she’s laughing and having a good time, but whenever I’m around her lately, it’s like she’s reserving all her lingering bits of darkness just for me. You don’t think that she and Wesker . . . ?”

I couldn’t even finish my sentence without my brain feeling like it might explode. My heart jackhammered in my chest.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Co

He started laughing and shook his head.

“What?” I said. “I’m dead serious. What’s so hard to believe about that? He’s powerful, commanding; they share an affinity for dark things . . .”

“But he’s Thaddeus Wesker,” Co

Co

“I’ve never had to deal with any of this before,” I said. “I’m in uncharted water here.”

“You and Jane make a cute, if a

“Should I really be taking this advice from someone as single as you?”

Co

“Hey,” he said. “My being single is a choice. I made that decision when I entered the Department, so that no one close to me would ever come to harm. Let’s not get off topic here. We’re talking about you.”

I stared down into my hands—my powerless hands.

“Believe me,” Co

“Things okay with you?” I said. Like the lights going out in a house, Co

“It’s nothing, kid,” he said, but I could still see he carried some kind of extra burden. That letter he had received had something to do with his brother. I would have bet money on it. Why had it been blocked from me in my psychometric vision, though? I had to find out.

“You know, you can talk to me,” I said. “About anything.”

Co

My stomach clenched at his words.

“Knock it off,” I said simply.

The Inspectre pushed his way back through the crowd, elves and Klingons flying to his left and right. He approached the booth, breathless.

“Anything?” Co

“As you said, the blasted wagon of theirs is nowhere to be found,” the Inspectre said.

“So there’s nothing we can do,” I said, frustrated. The only people who might have any sort of answers about the chupacabras or my power loss had literally vanished into thin air. It was all I could do not to scream. “I have to get out of here.”

The Inspectre, still winded, gave me a stern look.

“Sir, please,” I begged. I held my ungloved hands up to him. “We’re called the Department of Extraordinary Affairs. Right now I’m barely qualified for ordinary affairs, if that. I just need to get away for some time to think.”

My pleas seemed to soften the Inspectre, and he nodded.

“Of course,” he said finally. “Why don’t you take the afternoon off from the show floor and collect yourself.”

“Yeah, kid,” Co

“Can I use your phone?” I said.

Co

“Mine melted in the Oubliette, remember?” I reminded him.

Co

I reached over and snatched the phone from him. It felt oddly liberating not to have to worry at all about keeping my power in check while holding it. Liberating, yes, but also a little bit empty.

“Give me that,” I said, stepping away before he could grab it back. “I just need to get in touch with Jane.”

I’d have to contend with Mina and the heist details later, but now that I was powerless, the desire to see Jane was suddenly overwhelming. Sure, I had poor impulse control, but I wasn’t scheduled to take “Controlling Your Poor Impulse Control” until next spring anyway, so I couldn’t feel guilty about it.

23

I called Jane and begged her to meet me once again at Eccentric Circles in half an hour. I didn’t feel like heading into the Black Stacks over at Tome, Sweet Tome in my current condition. Jane agreed to meet me downtown. I hurried off the floor of the Javits Center and headed down to the bar.

Eccentric Circles was jumping considering it was midafternoon, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone. Thanks to the gypsies, I could walk around gloveless. Normally a bar was a potential minefield for my psychometric powers. It felt weird to be bare-handed.

Since Jane had farther to travel coming down from Tome, Sweet Tome on the Upper West Side, I grabbed a beer and settled into the same booth Jane and I had dined in at the back of the bar the other night. By the time she showed up, I was down to the dregs of it. She had her trademark pile of arcane books sticking out of her shoulder bag. She didn’t look happy.

“All this research is going to kill me,” she said, “or, at the very least, crush me.”