"No, I-"
"Stop gawking." He picked up Bellitto's legs. "We've got to lug this garbage out and get rolling. And hope to hell we're not too late."
17
"Charlie?"
Gia backed against the cold granite blocks and watched with horrid fascination as Charlie began to pull himself from the loose earth that had smothered him moments before. It might have been a cause for rejoicing if Charlie were alive, but as soon as his head emerged Gia knew it wasn't Charlie, only his shell. His face was slack, expressionless; and his eyes-dirt clung to the lids, to the eyes themselves, and he never blinked.
He crawled from the earth and rose shakily to his feet. As he took an unsteady step toward Gia she pressed herself back against the stones, wishing she could seep between them.
"Charlie, no. Please!"
He stopped, his dead eyes fixed somewhere above and beyond her.
Tara, standing to the rear and to the side during his resurrection, glided forward now, silent, but her expression furious as she glared at Charlie's corpse.
Charlie shook his head.
Gia watched, holding her breath as she sensed a silent battle of wills.
Tara bared her teeth and loosed a frustrated screech.
Again Charlie shook his head. Then his corpse turned and walked unsteadily to the far side of the cellar where it lowered itself against the wall and slumped into a sitting position, immobile, staring at its lap.
"He won't do it," Gia breathed, more to herself than to Tara.
There was too much of a good man left inside to allow his body do Tara's bidding.
Tara turned to her, eyes blazing. "This is so unfair!"
"You talk about fair? What's fair about you taking my baby?"
Her face screwed up. She looked as if she were about to cry. "Because you've got everything and I've got nothing!"
Gia's felt an instant of pity. Yes, she did have everything, or pretty close to everything she wanted or needed from life, things Tara never had a chance at and never would. But that didn't mean Tara had a call on the new life within her.
"I'm sorry, Tara. I really mean that. And if I could undo what was done to you, I would. But that's not in my power."
"The baby," Tara said. "Just give me the baby and you can go."
"No." Gia pressed her back against the wall again and raised the cross, holding it between them. "Let you kill my baby? You ask the impossible. I won't. I can't. Never."
Tara stared at her a moment, then stepped back. She disappeared, then flashed into view at the center of the cellar. She said nothing, simply stared at Gia from afar.
Gia lowered the cross and glanced toward the steps. Were they still blocked by that invisible wall? Should she try-?
Then she felt something cold loop around her right forearm-the arm holding the cross. She looked and saw one of the ghost hands clutching her in its iron grip. She started to reach around with her left hand to take the cross but that arm was trapped before it moved.
And now Tara was directly before her, smirking. "I don't know why I didn't think of this before. It's so much easier."
Gia cried out and struggled to break free, trying to angle the cross up so it would touch the ghost hand trapping her right arm, but her wrist wouldn't bend far enough.
"Easy now," Tara said in a soft tone as she leaned closer.
"Hold still. This won't hurt. You won't feel a thing, I promise you."
Two more ghost arms whipped around Gia's thighs, imprisoning them.
"Tara, no! Please! Don't do this!"
Tara said nothing. Her eyes were bright, her expression rapt as she reached her right hand toward Gia's belly.
Trapped, immobilized, Gia writhed with horror and loathing as the fingertips slipped through the waistband of her jeans. She screamed with the piercing cold as they entered her skin.
"Just a little further," Tara whispered. "Just a little squeeze, a tiny pinch, and it will all be-"
She stopped and cocked her head as if listening to something. She stepped back, removing her hand from Gia's belly, still listening.
"Yes," Tara whispered, nodding as a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
Gia couldn't hear who Tara was listening to, but she knew it could be only one person.
Jack.
She sobbed and dropped to her knees as the ghost hands released her.
"Oh, yes!" Tara shouted.
Gia glanced up and shuddered at the pure malevolence in the hideous grin that split Tara's child face.