Fury's Goddess

Pradesh stood and kissed his mother on the cheek. “I’m not going anywhere, Mother. I promise.”

Peta eyed Annja. “Make sure he doesn’t, would you?”

Annja was taken aback. “Uh, all right.”

Peta smiled. “I see things, Annja. Even things people wish to hide. I see much about you that others do not. I know what you are capable of.”

Annja had no reply for that but fortunately Pradesh nudged his mother toward the kitchen. “Yes, yes, we’ll bring the dishes in.”

“I’m just saying—” But Pradesh had already pushed her through the doors. When he came back, he was grinning sheepishly.

“I apologize for that. My mother sometimes gets a bit…strange when she has that drink. She’s claimed for years to be psychic. I don’t think there’s anything to it, of course. But she insists. There’s no real harm in it, I suppose.”

“She might be right,” Annja said. “You never know.”

Pradesh frowned. “I try not to encourage it in her. I’ve seen what the promise of supernatural possibilities can do to people. It gets them so fixated on the possibility of escaping their place in life that they end up ignoring what they have to deal with right in front of them. It becomes a never-ending cycle of disappointment.” He glanced over his shoulder. “And don’t worry, I’m good at taking care of myself.”

“You know mothers,” Annja said. “She just wants to make sure her son is well looked after. You can’t blame her for loving you.”

“You sound like you speak from experience.”

Annja shook her head. “I never knew my parents. I was orphaned at a very early age. You’re extremely lucky to know yours.”

Pradesh paused. “Yes, I am. Thank you for reminding me of that.”

A sudden snore erupted from Frank. Annja glanced down and saw her cameraman had fallen back against his pillows. His mouth was ajar and each breath brought a new grinding outburst.

“Good grief.”

Pradesh laughed. “It seems he appreciates my mother’s cooking. She’ll be pleased.”

“Not sure if it’s that, the trip over or that drink your mom served us. Or maybe it’s all three.” Annja smiled. “A potent combination.”

“Help me with the dishes and I’ll drive you both back to the hotel. A good night’s sleep will be the best thing for all of us. We can take a drive out tomorrow and start your investigation. I’m really interested to see what you come up with.”

“So am I.”

“You’ve done this type of thing before? With other so-called monsters?”

Annja shrugged. “Most times when people think there are monsters, it turns out there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation. But once or twice…” Her voice trailed off as she remembered some of the more bizarre assignments she’d been on when events didn’t always add up so neatly.

“Yes, well, as I said, a good night’s sleep and we’ll get started.” Pradesh scooped up some of the dishes and carried them into the kitchen. Annja did the same, and after several trips, they’d cleaned the dining area.

Peta herded them out of the kitchen. “I can finish here.”

Pradesh helped Frank up, and between them both, they managed to get him back into the car.

Annja slid into the front seat. “Will your mom be okay?”

“She lives above the restaurant. She’ll be fine. The neighbors all keep an eye on her. They love having her here. I think she’s doing some catering now, as well—smaller weddings mostly. She gives them such a nice discount.” He started up the Mercedes and drove back onto the main thoroughfare.

At the hotel, Pradesh waited until Annja had Frank out of the car. “How about eight o’clock tomorrow? Will that be all right? Or do you need more time?”

“Eight o’clock.” Annja shifted Frank’s weight. “That will be fine.”

“Good night, then.”

“See ya.” Annja turned toward the hotel and nudged Frank into the lobby. Fortunately, it wasn’t crowded and she saw few people as they made it to the elevator. She propped Frank against the wall of the elevator and pushed the button for his floor.

Frank’s eyes opened immediately. “Are we all clear?”

Annja punched him in the arm. “What the hell, Frank? You were sound asleep a minute ago.”

He pushed away from the wall and smiled. “Pretty good, huh?”

“I thought you were drunk.”

Frank shrugged. “Listen, Annja, if there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s holding my booze. It takes a lot more than that drink to knock me on my ass. As delicious as it was, I don’t mind telling you.”

“So what’s up? Why the theatrics?”

“I figured it might let Pradesh open up. Maybe he’d reveal something about the case he didn’t feel comfortable saying in front of me.”

“Well, he didn’t.”

“Yeah, I know. Can’t blame a guy for trying, though.”

Annja watched the numbers advance on the elevator. “Pradesh said he’d meet us here at eight. That leaves plenty of time to get some solid sleep.”

“Yeah,” Frank said slowly.

Annja glanced at him. “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just that I didn’t fly halfway around the world to get a good night’s sleep. I can do that anytime back home.” He winked at her. “I came here for some good story action.”

“Meaning what, exactly?”

Frank looked at his watch. “It’s eleven o’clock. What say you to a drive to the development now? You know, see for ourselves what’s going on out there. Firsthand.”

“It’s pitch-dark. We won’t be able to see anything. We need flashlights and gear.”

“All of which I’ve got with me,” Frank said.

“We’d have to rent a car.”

“They have taxis downstairs. We can take one to a car-rental agency,” Frank said. “This time of night, it shouldn’t take us more than twenty minutes to reach the site.”

Annja frowned. “I don’t know. I feel bad about going behind Pradesh’s back like this.”