He never seemed comfortable here, Big Frizzythe name plate on the edge of the desk read laurie barrsaid. Or rather, deigned to say. She still looked at Chess as if Chess was something rotten that had melded with the refrigerator shelf. Whatever.
Do you have any idea why that might be?
Working with youth isnt for everyone.
Yes, but, did he seem to have any particular troubles? It really wasnt her business; it really wasnt part of the case. But she couldnt help being curious, and who knew. Maybe there was something there. If someone had been harassing him, that might be a good lead.
Or it might not. Anti-Church sentiment wasnt too widespread in Downsidemost people there didnt give a fuck about the Church, either pro or con, save being suspicious or getting the hell out of her way when they saw her inkbut on this side of town, that changed. That could very well account for the Asian womans smirks, too. People whose religion had centered on ancestor worship didnt tend to appreciate the government that told them they werent allowed to do that anymore, not without paying a hefty fee and going through the Church itself.
This just kept getting better and better. As if it wasnt shitty enough working a case that would put her in more contact with the wrong side of town, and how that would lookshe was not looking forward to Terribles reaction when he found out where shed be spending large chunks of her timeit was in an area where shed be even more unwelcome than usual.
He just seemed nervous, the Asian woman replied. None of them had volunteered their names yet. How polite of them. He seemed to particularly dislike Vernal Sze and his friends. I believe he was afraid of them.
Did he have reason to be?
She shrugged. I dont think so. They like to look tough, but theyre really not. They just havent been shown enough examples of proper behavior.
Laurie gave an eye-roll so elaborate Chess almost expected her head to topple off. Horrible Plaid noticedor rather, noticed Chess noticingand said, Beulah is our Community Liaison. Shes not a teacher.
Chess waited, but none of them explained what that meant or why it mattered. Okay. And what does that entail?
The Asian womanBeulahsmiled that smug smile again, her eyes focused tight on Chesss face. What the fuck? Those Significant Looks were starting to creep her out. Im actually here on a volunteer basis several days a week, working with students and helping to foster a better relationship between the school administration and the community.
Chess had never heard of such a thing. She supposed it made sense, given that most school administrators were Church employeesmost of them were Elders, actuallyand that might be tense in this area. She couldnt see it being such a huge deal that they needed community outreach, but what the fuck did she know? Her pretty much sole experience with anyone on this side of town was Lex, and he didnt care about anything enough to get angry about it.
Who handles that? she asked. I mean, is there a charity set up that you work for, or ?
Im paid out of school overflow funds, Beulah said. Whatever the school manages to raise through donations or other outside sources, beyond their annual budget, gets put into a separate account. Thats divided among several programs, and mine is the largest one. So technically I am a school employee, but I administer my own program.
Must be nice, Chess thought. Laurie seemed to agree; she watched Beulah with a look of such open hostility that Chess almost expected her to start hitting her.
Something to think about later, because hadnt Beulah just given her a very important piece of information? So any extra cash in the school coffers went to Beulahwell, Beulah and whoever ran these other programs. Shed need to see those records. Aros hadnt included those, or even mentioned them, in his file.
But for now she stood up. Maybe one of you could take me around? And if you could show me where entities have been seen, or anyone experienced anything unusual, that would be great.
Chapter Six
Death simply means the opportunity to live on in eternity. And that is Fact, which makes it Truth.
TheChurchandYou, a pamphlet by Elder Barrett
Horrible Plaids namesurprise!wasnt Horrible Plaid. It was MonicaMonica Freemanand she was the secretary to Master Elder Conrad, the schools headmaster. She told Chess this with self-deprecating pride, as though she expected Chess to be impressed but wanted to seem like she didnt, as though she thought it was silly to expect it.
Which of course it was. Chess tried not to mistrust the womanmistrust all of themon general principles, but she couldnt help it. Even if she hadnt been there investigating a possible haunting she would have mistrusted them. They might claim to be Churchat least the Elders did, and the teaching Goodys didbut they werent, not really. They didnt give a fuck about any of the students, about anyone but themselves.
In here is the theater. Monica leaned against the thick door, its wood stained a horrible orangey color. Who the hell had picked that color? Almost every school shed ever seen had it, and it looked awful in every one of them. The first sighting was in here.
Now they were getting somewhere. Okay. Can we go in? And you can tell me what happened?
No ones been in here since then.
Chess raised her eyebrows. Okay. Monica didnt seem to understand direct questions. Can we go in, and you can tell me what happened?
I can unlock it. Beulah pulled a set of keys from somewhere. Where she had room to hide them in that skirt Chess had no idea, although she had to admit the skirt was gorgeous. Either community outreach paid awfully well, or Beulah had a sugar daddy. Or simply lived beyond her means. Checking her financials would probably be a good idea.
Monica moved out of Beulahs way a little too fast, as if she was afraid Beulah would mow her down. Funny. Theyd all seemed perfectly friendly when Chess walked into the office.
The door opened with a creak right out of a horror film. For fucks sake, was the school budget really so tight they couldnt afford a can of fucking WD-40? Chess had never seen a building so creaky in her life. Another note to make.
Through the open door she saw only darkness; the air breathing out at her smelled stale and felt cold against her skin. An air conditioner still hummed somewhere inside.
No ones been in here? Why? And for how long?
Monica answered, standing right behind her. Its been about three weeks, I guess. Well, Aros might have been in here without telling us, but three weeks since any of us have been inside.
If Aros had entered the theater without even bothering to lubricate that hinge, then something was seriously wrong with the man. Oh well. Because of the haunting?
Of course. Beulah pushed past both of them. For a moment her head and lower body disappeared, her white blouse just a faint glow in the gloom, before something slammed like metal against metal and the lights came on.
Not that it made much difference. Shadows still lurked along the walls and between the rows of seats, which rose stadium-style from the sunken stage at the front to a small booth in the center at the back. It wasnt a large room, really, but then it wasnt a large school. Maybe a hundred seats, a hundred and fifty? Drama didnt seem to be a popular activity at Mercy Lewis. It hadnt been at any school Chess had ever attended.
Not that it made much difference. Shadows still lurked along the walls and between the rows of seats, which rose stadium-style from the sunken stage at the front to a small booth in the center at the back. It wasnt a large room, really, but then it wasnt a large school. Maybe a hundred seats, a hundred and fifty? Drama didnt seem to be a popular activity at Mercy Lewis. It hadnt been at any school Chess had ever attended.
Beulah walked toward the stage, her slim figure appearing and reappearing between the rows like a lion through tall grass. A few students were in here after school, about three weeks ago.
Where they shouldnt have been, Monica muttered.
They were hanging out on the stage, Beulah continued, ignoring Monica. Ignoring, too, Monicas next snide interruption, which was the word Drinking.
Beulah glared at Monica. Talking. According to Vernal.
This is the person you mentioned before? The one Aros was afraid of? Chess asked.
Yes. Good memory. Anyway. They were in here talking, Vernal and three of his friends, when the ghost appeared. They said it came through the curtains thereshe pointed to the rightand started moving along that wall. Then it apparently noticed them and came toward them, which is when they ran.
Did it follow them out of the theater? What did it look like, did they say?
It didnt follow them, Monica said. And they said it looked like Lucy McShane.
Chess looked at her blankly. It was always so cool when people expected her to know things there was no possible way she could know. Of course she was familiar with all of the famous ghosts and hauntings; the special team that still lived in the Tower of London, for example, just to contain them all. Edward DeWitt, the ghost of a murder victim who was so hell-bent on revenge it took them four weeks to track him down and Banish him. And of course the Fallow Creek Five, and the suburb theyd turned into a literal ghost town back in 2007.
But nowhere on that list, and it was quite an extensive list, did anyone named Lucy McShane appear.
Either Beulah saw her blank look and sympathized, or Beulah saw her blank look and patronized. Whatever her motive, at least she told the fucking story. She was a suicide from just after this building was converted into a school, maybe 1999, 2000? According to the story, she was in the school play and fell in love with the director. He seduced her, and then when she got pregnant he dumped her. So she flung herself from the lighting platform up there.
Chess glanced up. Above her head a rack of lights hung in a gentle arc, white cone-shaped fixtures aimed at the stage. She jumped off of that? How would she get up there?
Theres a catwalk, Monica said. Want to go up and look?
Ugh, not really. Chess wasnt afraid of heights, but the thought of depending on the rickety-looking metal walkway she could just make out near the ceiling didnt appeal. But it was her job, so Yeah, sure.
The theater looked smaller from up there. So did Monica and Beulah, both of whom had used their skirts as an excuse for why they couldnt accompany her. Not that she cared. Without them watching her quite so closely she could be more thorough.
They couldnt watch her closely if they tried, in fact. When she stopped and looked down at them, the floor almost seemed to spin so far below. A girl had jumped from that catwalk, thrown herself from it. Had her body cracked open on the seats down there, on the edge of the orchestra pit? Had she died instantly? How must it have felt for her, watching the ground come at her, knowing that shed done it, shed really taken that final step and it was really over, it would end and she wouldnt have to feel it anymore, it
Chess blinked. Her fingers convulsed on the railing. What the fuck had she been doing? Leaning over that rail, the empty space beyond. Not a good thing to do. She didnt want to die, not that day. Work. Thats what she needed to be doing.
Shed grabbed a couple of small video cameras from the Church supply before she left, but she hadnt expected shed get the chance to use them. She grabbed one from her bag and affixed it to the light strip, so the stage filled the tiny screen. Good. It would start recording if it detected movement.
The catwalk stretched from the tiny booth at the back of the room all the way to where she now crouched, where the light strip hung from the ceiling. From that point it branched off; another walkway ran perpendicular to it, from one side of the room to the other. On her left it dead-ended at the wall. On her right On her right it seemed to turn left again at the wall and head back, behind the curtain. An odd arrangement.
Hey, why does the catwalk cross the stage over there?
What? From Chesss position Monica looked like a blob of shrieking plaid. Beulah had, of course, settled into one of the chairs, where she lounged as if she was about to light up a smoke and crack a beer. Or, not a beer; she didnt appear to be much of a beer type. A wine spritzer or something equally girly.
The catwalk, Chess said. Why does it cross the stage?
Oh. Not sure, really. Ive heard that its a leftover from when this was a meeting room for dignitaries, or maybe it was built because they needed it for effects for some play.
Weird. Where does it go? Does it hit the back wall?
Um, I think so.
Wow, she was helpful. Sure, she was an administrative assistant, but it still seemed to Chess that Monica might have some knowledge of the oddities of the building.
It didnt matter. Whether or not she knew what it was for, shed have to walk it all the way. So she arranged her bag more securely on her shoulder and started moving, her thighs aching from the peculiar squat-walk she was forced to use.
The catwalk rattled beneath her, which was just what she needed, but it seemed steady enough. After a moment or two she found a sort of rhythm, even, with one hand on the rail and the other on the floor to help keep her steady. In no time, it seemed, she reached the wall, made the left, and kept going.
Over the curtain, which seemed unusual, but then how else could it go, right? Right. Dust coated the top of the curtain so thick the color of the fabric was no longer visible; Chess only knew it was red because shed seen it from the floor.
Backstagewell, it looked like every backstage Chess had ever seen. No, shed never been in any school plays or anythingthe very idea was ridiculousbut backstage areas were dark and private, the perfect place to skip class and get high or steal a few naked minutes with whomever shed felt like giving the privilege to that particular day.
Tall canvas-and-wood flats rested against the wall; old desks and a battered sofa and other odds and ends of furniture braced them up. Boxes of costumes, boxes of props, general dust, and detritus littered the floor. Typical.
What wasnt typical was the faint odd smell in the air, and what her adjusting eyes could see was a stub of candle and a small tray on the floor.
Shit. She grabbed her camera and snapped a couple of pictures, but what she really needed to do was get down there and look. And she needed to do it without bringing either of the women with her; she didnt want her discovery of the candle and trayif they were even related, and not just left behind by some kids who came here to make out or whateverto be noted. Never let them know youve seen anything of interest: one of the first rules of Debunking. That went double for this case, when one Debunker had already been driven away and the potential suspects numbered in the hundreds.