Ysabel. Guy Gavriel Kay

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      Kate cleared her throat. “New Testament. Symbol of St. Luke.”

      Ned stared at the creature at the top of the pillar in front of him.

      “I doubt it,” he said finally. “Not this one. Not the old one inside, either.”

      “What are you saying now?”

      He looked over, saw the strain on her face, and guessed he probably looked a lot the same. Maybe they were kids. Someone had pointed a knife towards them. And that was almost the least of it.

      He looked at the sculpted woman where Kate stood and felt that same hard tug at his heart again. Pale-coloured stone in morning light, almost entirely worn away. Barely anything to be seen, as if she were a rendering of memory itself. Or of what time did to men and women, however much they’d been loved.

      And where had that idea come from? He thought of his mother. He shook his head.

      “I don’t know what I’m saying. Let’s get out of here.”

      “Need a drink, Detective?”

      He managed a smile. “Coke will do fine.”

      kate knew where she was going. She led him under the clock tower and past the city hall to a café a few minutes from the cathedral.

      Ned sat with his Coke, watched her sip an espresso without sugar (impressed him, he had to admit), and learned that she’d been here since early March, on an exchange between her school in New York City and one here in Aix. Her family had hosted a French girl last term, and Kate was with the girl’s family until school ended at the beginning of summer.

      Her last name was Wenger. She planned to do languages in university, or history, or both. She wanted to teach, or maybe study law. Or both. She took jazz dance classes (he’d guessed something like that). She ran three miles every second or third day in Manhattan, which was not what Ned did, but was pretty good. She liked Aix a whole lot, but not Marie-Chantal, the girl she was staying with. Seemed Marie-Chantal was a secret smoker in the bedroom they shared, and a party girl, and used Kate to cover for her when she was at her boyfriend’s late or skipping class to meet him.

      “It sucks, lying for her,” she said. “I mean, she’s not even really a friend.”

      “Sounds like a babe, though. Got her phone number?”

      Kate made a face. “You aren’t even close to serious.”

      “And why’s that?”

      “Because you’re in love with a carving in a cloister, that’s why.”

      That brought them back a little too abruptly to what they’d been trying to avoid.

      Ned didn’t say anything. He sipped his drink and looked around. The long, narrow café had two small tables on the street, but those had been taken, so they were inside, close to the door. The morning traffic was busy—cars, mopeds, a lot of people walking the medieval cobblestones.

      “Sorry,” Kate Wenger said after a moment. “That was a weird thing to say.”

      He shrugged. “I have no clue what to make of that sculpture. Or what happened.”

      She was biting at her lip again.

      “Why was he…our guy…why was he looking down there? For whatever it was? Could it have been the font, something about the water?”

      Ned shook his head. “Don’t think so. The skull and the carved head were the other way, along the corridor.” He had a thought. “Kate…if someone was buried there, they’d have walled him up, right? Not left a coffin lying around.”

      She nodded her head. “Sure.”

      “So maybe he was thinking the wall might have just been opened up. For some reason.”

      Kate leaned back in her chair. “God, Ned Marriner, is this, like, a vampire story?”

      “I don’t know what it is. I don’t think so.”

      “But you said he made that carving in the cloister. You do know how old that thing is?”

      “Look, forget what I said there. I was a bit out of it.”

      “Nope.” She shook her head. “You weren’t. When he came down from the roof I thought he was going to kill you. And then he said when it was done.”

      He sighed. “You’re going to ask how I knew,” he said.

      “It did cross my mind.” She said it without smiling.

      “Bet Marie-Chantal wouldn’t bug me about it.”

      “She’d be clueless, checking her eyeliner and her cellphone for text messages. Am I bugging you?”

      “No. Does she really get text messages on her eyeliner?”

      Kate still didn’t smile. “Something did happen to you back there.”

      “Yeah. I’m all right now. Since he left, I feel normal.” He tried to laugh. “Wanna make out?”

      She ignored that, which was what it deserved. “You figure it’s over? Just something to do with…I don’t know.”

      He nodded. “That’s it. Something to do with I don’t know.”

      He was joking too much because the truth was that although he did feel all right now, sitting here with a girl from New York, from now, drinking a Coke that tasted exactly the way it was supposed to—he wasn’t sure whatever had happened was over.

      In fact, being honest with himself, he was pretty certain it wasn’t. He wasn’t going to say that, though.

      He looked at his watch. “I should check in before lunch, I guess.” He hesitated. This part was tricky, but he was a long way from home and the guys who would needle him. “You got a phone number? We can keep in touch?”

      She smiled. “If you promise no more comments on my roommate.”

      “Marie-Chantal? My main squeeze? That’s a deal-breaker.”

      She made a face, but tore a sheet out of a spiral-bound agenda she pulled from her pack and scribbled the number where she was staying and her cellphone number. Ned took from his wallet the card on which Melanie had neatly printed (in green) the villa address, the code for the gate, the house phone, her mobile, his father’s, the Canadian consulate, and the numbers of two taxi companies. She’d put a little smiley face at the bottom.

      When she’d handed the card to him last night he’d pointed out that she hadn’t given him their latitude and longitude.

      He read Kate the villa number. She wrote it down.

      “You have school tomorrow?”

      She nodded. “Cut this morning, can’t tomorrow. I’m there till five. Meet here after? Can you find it?”

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