13
Jack cruised right past Holdstock's house on the first pass. He'd only been here once before, and he missed it in the dark. The pelting rain didn't help. Doubled back and found it, and realized why he'd missed it: not a light, not a sign of life.
Alarm bells clamored in his brain as he left the car and ran up the walk. Quick look though the front windows—not even a glimmer; around back—same story. A tomb had more activity.
Returned to his car and sat dripping in the front seat, staring at the dark house.
Suckered.
If you want us, you know where to find us.
Jeanette—or rather the Unity speaking through her—had misdirected him. Why? Just to waste his time? Or—
Oh, hell. Kate.
Grabbed his cell phone and dialed. Kept it for emergencies only and was always careful about what he said. This was an emergency.
Busy signal. Good sign. The Unity didn't seem to need phones to communicate and Kate had said she had calls to make.
Question was: did the Unity know where he lived? He had to assume that it had acquired most of Kate's knowledge, and Kate did know his address. Somebody from the Unity could be heading for his place now. He or she wouldn't be able to get in, but Jack would feel better being at Kate's side.
He gunned the car back toward the Bronx River Parkway.