Chapter One    table of contents  

-October 15, 2006-


Heavy velvet drapes covered the windows, blocking the hazy autumn sky of the New York skyline. The forest green lounge seat covered in files and paperwork was empty. A soft indention in the only section free of paper disclosed of a recent occupant. The missing occupant stood in front of the fireplace, with his hands spread delicately across ornate mantle moldings.

Pale milky blonde hair perfectly combed back from his face, only slightly showed the signs of a restless man in need of sleep. Pale blue marred the delicate skin around his eyes. The jacket normally closed at the waist was unbuttoned, hanging around his trim frame like limp wings. His expression betrayed no emotion but pain revealed itself in the depth of his gazing eyes.

Aloysius quietly let out a sigh as he looked into the depth of flickering orange flames. The past few days had felt like a never ending nightmare. Actually the nightmare had begun so much earlier than that, and now he was exhausting his resources and leads ever faster. Emotions carefully concealed whispered inside his mind. Everyone he'd ever really cared about... They were all gone, each and every one taken. Well not every one, his heart reminded him encouragingly. He had safely hidden one away from Diogenes.

Shifting his gaze from the fire, he realized that the feeling that for days now, the haunting feeling that maybe Diogenes might be contacting him soon had panicked him greatly. His restlessness had led to a manic search of what little clues were left from the disappearances. The way each woman had been taken was only a small part of a large puzzle. He looked at the maps and charts with translucent ice blue eyes, only to see the same notes and elusive patterns that only added to the enigma.

Walking over to the dense mahogany desk littered with files normally kept filed away, Aloysius retrieved a long sealed plastic envelope. Deftly he slid a pen knife across the opening, taking out a lush, wine-colored velvet box. Classic embroidery motifs adorned the outside in deep navy. He stood for a moment, holding the box carefully in his hands before slowly lifting the lid. The sticky scent of sweetness rose out from the satin depth, his sensitive sense of smell isolated oranges, expensive spices, poppy seed, and rich dark chocolate.

Seven days had passed and he still had nothing new. The box, without its original contents, only returned to him from the testing labs this morning. The report detailing the findings from the lab fanned over gruesome photos of a burned body. He had read them time and again combing over even the smallest detail but still nothing. Placing the box back on the table, Aloysius opened a small drawer with a small lock set in. Inside sat two other boxes, one shaped like autumn leaves covered in gold leaf, the other a carefully hand painted mauve oval in the Victorian style. A soft buzz, almost inaudible, drew Aloysius' attention. It announced an unknown, but not unexpected, visitor. Quickly the velvet box joined the other two, with another flick the hidden lock slid into place. Aloysius pressed unseen button on the desk. “Proctor, please show our guest into the parlor. I will be there shortly.”

The richness of the old mansion’s interior was a stark contrast to the outside environment of the nearby riverside neighborhood. A skinny boy no more then 14 dressed rags shifted uncomfortably in a pair of oversized sneakers. His blood shot eyes darted from chair to chair surveying the room, trying to decide if he should take a seat. The large heavy manila envelope held in his numb cold finger no longer seemed so important. The door opened again, only it was not the old butler who walked in but a tall man looking every bit like the angel of death.

The tall figure strode in briskly and gracefully. The boy look up into a pair of ice colored eyes expecting to see the disgust, that seemed to be the trade mark for regarding him with, but found none. There was gentleness that softens the sharp features and looked quite approachable.

“My name is Aloysius Pendergast. I believe you have a message for me.” Extending out his hand, Aloysius watched boy star at him with unveiled shock. After waiting a moment pointing to the large envelope he said, “May I see the message please?”

With the envelope raised like a shield against his chest, the boy handed it to Aloysius. It was light, with no marking on it what so ever. Flipping it over to examine the tab, Aloysius found it easy to open. A second envelope inside revealed the spidery writing he had come to regret seeing.


Ave, frater—

I’m sure that you have not been fooled, unlike those who work for the various government authorities. There is nothing else I care to disclose. The enclosed is the first picture of your nephew.

Diogenes.


Two black and white ultrasound images showed a fully formed fetus. The first was a general full body shot with the name of the hospital information as border. The last image was enlarged detail of the baby’s sex. Aloysius looked closely at the information on the confirmed worst fear.

C. Green 2005-10-15 Ridgemount Hospital


The clearly printed letters blurred as the world swam for an infinitesimal moment as the truth shot through Aloysius. Examining the image for details a second time told him what he already knew. This was real, no matter how many test was done to prove otherwise, it was not going to reveal anything.

The boy sniffed loudly, chancing a glance at the man dressed in black. Aloysius turned towards the boy, tucking away the papers back into the envelope. They regarded each other stiffly for a moment before Aloysius breached the silence.

“First I must thank you for delivering this to me. I know the weather has been awful today.” Aloysius gestured to the outside “If you like, dry clothing could be provided for you. Right now if you would indulge me please tell me how you come to deliver this to me?”

“I... I don’t know. All I know is that some nurse gave this to me when she came by the shelter around three. She told me to deliver this to Aloysius Pendergast at this address. She also said she would also give me fifty dollars to do it.” The boy’s gazed shifted from Aloysius back to the ground with an involuntary twitch.

“Do you know the nurse who gave this to you?”

“She comes around the shelter all the time.” Sniffle “Normally three times a week, to bring first aid supplies and check on old Joe.” Sneaking a glance at Aloysius, the boy dragged his sleeve across his face, smearing a slimy streak over his cheek.

“Should you have the need to wipe your nose again,” Aloysius produces a crisp white handkerchief, “use this instead.”

“Can I go now?” the boy asked, swiping the offered handkerchief. “Do you have the clothes? Can I have them now?”

“Of course you may. The clothing will be provided by Proctor, and he will also give you a ride back to the shelter. Would you like anything else? Food, perhaps?”

Proctor entered the parlor noisily, holding a stack of modest clean clothes. “Sir, shall I make any future arrangements?”

“Proctor, please do all that you think is necessary.” Turning towards the boy “I must now bid you goodbye, but I’m sure you will be in want of nothing with Proctor.” Aloysius walked briskly out of the room without another word.

Within the privacy of his study Aloysius took out a slim cell-phone and punched in an all too familiar number. Despite the calm appearance, his heartbeat sounded like a drum inside his skull. The long, elegant fingers gripping the phone were somehow paler then normal.

“Vincent...”

Chapter Two    table of contents  

-October 15, 2006-
5:45 pm


Constance stared out the window of her private room at Ridgemount hospital. The day had faded into night and her test results were still in limbo. She was getting restless, lying on the angled bed with nothing to do but think. Diogenes had been gone for most of the afternoon. He said that arrangements had to be made for their future. Constance felt the protruding mound that was her stomach beneath the ghastly hospital garment. It was an odd feeling, touching her stomach nowadays. Somehow it seemed alien and new every time she caressed the growing lump. Her child within her seemed to feel her restlessness too. It had been kicking and moving through the later afternoon.

Rain had pounded on the window all afternoon and had only just ceased. The remaining moisture that clung to the outside reflected the millions of lights outside. Getting slightly more agitated with her boredom, Constance decided to turn on the television for a bit of sound, if only to drown out her fragmented thoughts.

The sound of the some random half hour comedy show the modern culture dubbed a sitcom droned into the silence. Making herself comfortable, Constance sank into the pillows. A smile crossed her delicate features as she recalled how she had gotten so many extra pillows. Forceful charm was a trait that seemed to be ingrained into the Pendergast family blood. All three members she'd had the fortune of knowing possessed this trait. Despite what each of them chooses to dedicate their lives for, they were nonetheless bound by what ran through their vines.

Classical music convoyed with a promotional advertisement of Europe filled the screen. The cleverly edited video showed all the classical destinations that Constance just recently had the pleasure of seeing with her own eyes. A swift kick from the baby brought her distinctly into the present.

A soft knock emanated from the door announcing the nurse assigned to her care. Nurse Bennett was a pleasantly round woman that reminded people of a mischievous old aunt. Her dark hair was pulled back in a fashionable bun and her uniform was immaculately ironed, but there was slyness to her smile and a tinkle in her eyes. She was holding what looked like to be several leather bound books in her left arm.

“Has the baby been behaving for you, my dear?” she asked. Her voice soft and lively, as she placed the books gently into Constance’s lap. “Most men send flowers but that does nothing to neither settle the nerves nor pass the time.” Patting the tops of the books to emphasizes her point. “He is a thoughtful one, that sweet heart of yours.”

“He is meticulous in taking care of details.” Constance smiled weakly at her. “How long do the tests normally take? I’ve afraid I don’t care for the staleness of this room.”

Nurse Bennett regarded her with care. “I’m sure it won’t be too terribly long now. But I do have to perform the normal checks. Now if you’ll give let me take your pulse.” Constance complied.

Although the presence of Nurse Bennett was a pleasant one for Constance, it seemed to have the opposite effect on the baby. From the moment Nurse Bennett laid her fingers gently on Constance’s wrist , the baby started to become extremely restless. The movements jarred Constance’s calm, sending her heart rate so high that it became noticeable immediately. The maternal smile on Nurse Bennett’s face dropped as shock took its place.

The world started to spin for Constance as her heart beat soared even higher. A sharp pain started to shoot down the side of her left leg. Constance gripped the side rail of the hospital bed closing her eyes. Nurse Bennett hit the panic bottom on the wall calling for help.



6:30 pm


The crowded waiting room of the hospital was a frantic sea of activity. Aloysius sat in a pea green plastic seat that attached itself to a long row of identical seats, all bolted to a scuffed tile floor. A large set of files lay in his lap and a silver laptop sat to the left occupying another seat.

Form after form the handwriting of Diogenes assaulted Aloysius eyes. The address Diogenes had given was none other then Riverside Dr. Aloysius came up on the form for emergency and secondary contacts. His name and full contact information appeared along with that of Proctor’s private number.

The phone hidden in the pocket of his suite buzzed, sending a shiver not entirely of surprise down Aloysius spine. A swift movement brought the phone to his ear. The familiar voice of Captain Laura Hayward filtered through.

“Pendergast, I have the warrants you asked for. I hope this favor is not going to haunt me.”

“I will be most cautious in how I move forward. The criminal facilities are not to my liking. Is Vincent in route to Blue Haven?”

“Vincent left the moment you called. I have no doubt he will be calling you very soon.”

“Very well, you have my sincerest thanks... Oh and now that we know Constance is still alive, it is safe to assume the others are still living as well.”

“I understand. I’ll keep you updated. Goodbye.”

“Thank you.” Pressing his lips together into a line, Aloysius sighed inwardly. The image of his first and only kiss with Viola Masklene floated into his mind.

News of her death reached him just over five months ago. Accidental fire was listed as the cause by the Italian police. It was terrible news that saddened him a great deal, but to his surprise it wasn’t the heartbreak he had expected. Like a dream, her affections and death left a shallow mark in his mind. It was not the deep scar he had expected. With Diogenes’ last letter, the possibility of Viola still being alive was no longer a factorial. There was no excitement or hope in Aloysius heart.

Maybe he was finally hardening. Aloysius stuffed Constance’s files away into a file and placed it in his lap. Leaning over to the laptop, he brought it to rest on top of the files. With a few clicks the folder titled A. Cornelia was pulled up. The picture of the wine colored box marked with evidence scales popped onto the screen. Next he pulled up a file listing the materials of the box and the ingredients of the contents it originally contained.

The unique fudge came from an old candy shop in New Orleans. Recently the infamous hurricane Katrina had flooded it out of existence. There were no other known makers of the recipe.

Aunt Cornelia was taken from her residence at the mental health facility eight days ago. The following morning a courier had come by the house to deliver a package. It had contained the wine colored box and the number ten written on a hand painted card. An English rose in the Victorian style with a single bud about to bloom on the side. Aloysius stared at the digital scan of the card, now fully understanding all that it stood for.

The nurse at the reception counter hung up the phone and signaled for him to come up. She told him that the doctor was finished and will be out to speak with him soon. Aloysius nodded and returned to his seat with everything put away.

Less than three minutes have passed when a tired man dressed in wrinkled surgery scrubs walked into the corridor. Dr. Armetis walked over to the counter whispering to the attending nurse. With a roll of her eyes she described Aloysius briefly. But before the Dr. Armetis could walk over, Aloysius was standing by his side.

“Mr. Pendergast? Miss Greene has just given birth to a boy prematurely, but she is doing well.”

“I’m glad to hear it. But if we could I would rather speak somewhere a little more private. There are some rather delicate matters I need to relate to you.”

Dr. Armetis furrowed his bow and shook is head lightly. “This is a most unusual but... ah... I suppose we could use the senior staff lounge.”

“Very good, if you please lead the way. Dr. Armetis, would you be so kind to tell me how the child is doing?”


Constance slipped into the depth of her memories. The drugged sleep brought vivid dreams of a pleasant past. She smiled slightly at the images they conjured up.



January 31 2006


Sweet smelling smoke drifted through varies cracks and seams of the deep-rooted secret passages. The mansion was silent but Constance knew she was trapped by Diogenes. She wanted to scream but the thicken air strangled her throat and the world soon disappeared from her eyes. A velvety blackness settled over her with no dreams of what was to come.

Silky warmth enveloped her as a strange sense of rocking gently joggled Constance from her sleep. Opening her eyes, Constance found it very hard to focus he sight. The room that swam into view was strange to her eyes. It was lit with warm light that reminded her of candle light.

Blonde wood paneling molded to the walls, pale cream colored brocade covering what seemed to be a short window. The room seemed to have no straight walls nor is there a visible door. A large mirror glittered softly opposite the possible window.

Constance looked down at herself and found that she was lying in a large oval bed with thick covers. The clothing she was wearing at the mansion had been changed into a soft cotton nightgown with heavy lace trims. Modest alarm quickened her heart a little. Sitting up in bed, Constance tested her balance, the world didn’t seem to tilting but there was a distinct nothing of rocking. From her new vantage view Constance gaped at her reflection.

The gown hugged her form with a delicate sensuality that she had never had. She saw for the first time a fully formed woman. The little girl she saw everyday until now gazed from behind her eyes but it was not reflected in her appearance. Constance caught the scent of smoky sweetness filtering through the vents, and her reflection faded into darkness once again.

All was still when she awoke again. There was no mysterious rocking, no sweet smoky scent. Just the empty glowing room. A soft knock sounded beyond the mirror. Hesitating for a moment she found the courage to speak.

“Yes?”

The mirror slid into the side wall and a tall figure with ginger hair walked into the room.

“Good evening, dear Constance. I do hope your awakening was too rude.” A crooked sly smile decorated classical aristocratic features.

“Diogenes...” barely more then a whisper. “Where am I?”

“At the moment you are where you need to be.” Gazing at her with mismatch eyes, he smiled again and scoffed. “There is really no need for you to be afraid. I am not going to hurt you. I don’t know what information my brother has been feeding you in the past; the truth is I am here to see that your life is not wasted.”

Chapter Three    table of contents  

-October 15, 2006-
6:53 pm


Lt. Vincent D’Agosta walked briskly up from the underground parking lot on 35th and Brooklyn. Emerging onto the street, the scent of the city was momentarily overshadowed by the sweet smell of lush tobacco. A small shop on the corner only ten feet away displayed the load neon sign advertising a special on some new trendy flavors. Smoking novelties and paraphernalia crowed the window. The itch to go in and inhaling the sweet smoke into his lungs agitated him greatly.

Definitely walking past the shop, Vincent reached into his pocket feeling for the gum he has taken to carrying around everywhere. The streets changed to large semi industrial brownstones, left over from the mid 1920s. A few has been modernized and fixed up with new money and young couples. A large strip of browns stone showed signs of renovation but held only one indistinguishable door on the street.

Stepping up to the door, Vincent punched in a long series of number. The hidden lock released with a soft click. With a push on the handle less door he came into a small inner entrance with another door and a new set of keypads. Another string of numbers went into it and the door opened to reveal an empty elevator cart.

The elevator rose to the third floor. When the doors opened, it revealed an open floor with no windows. Turning to the left, Vincent walked to an adjoining hallway. The door at the end of the hallway opened. A young man with ash blonde hair and thin build stepped out.

Looking up at Vincent, he smiled nervously.

“I’m just on my way out, Lt. D’Agosta... I... I had to finish the training session. Special Agent Pendergast’s call was most unexpected.” Tugging at his jacket, he shifted nervously.

“So the training is going well, I take it?” Vincent eyed the young man with scrutiny. The kid couldn’t have been more then 25 years old, but he was also the best of his class at Quantico. Top marks in every field, and yet he was still innocent in so many ways. There was none of the brown nosing ambition, nor was there any hot headed arrogance, so common in the well done young trainees. All in all not a bad kid, certainly worthy of Pendergast’s trust. “Jeffery, you know the situation is delicate...”

“Yes, Lt. D’Agosta, I will be on the utmost vigilance.” Jeffrey paused a second blushing. “Miss Swanson... uhmm is almost ready.”

“Thank you... Jeffrey, make sure you use the pier entrance.” Vincent cautioned.

Jeffery nodded and hurried down the corridor into another unseen exit.

D’Agosta turned back to the door and knocked rapidly. In two seconds it was answered by a young woman. Corrie Swanson was still in the process of getting her things together. “Almost ready, Vince. Fuck, why does Pendergast always pick the worst time to...” With a smooth motion Corrie reached into her pocket for a clip, and pulled her shoulder length hair into a twisted.

“What exactly were you doing that it took you so long to be ready?” Vincent stared at Corrie’s petit form as she moved about the room. Studying her, Vincent noted the changes from the rebellious girl Aloysius had described to him almost two years ago. She had bright purple hair then and dressed in the underground club style the melodramatic young favored.

“Nothing!” She looked at him definitely. Slinging a bag over her shoulder, Corrie picked up her cell phone from the table next to the door. “Ready, lets hurry, we have a schedule to keep.” Without waiting for Vincent to answer, she stepped out the door into the corridor.

The basement room was filled with top grade prosthetics. A large 360 degree mirror with a rotating center took up the entire corner to the left hand side. Makeup and various wigs cluttered on the oversized vanity.

“I’m going to call Pendergast now.” Vincent told Corrie as she sat down in front of the vanity, quickly smoothing a gel into her hair.

“Fine, tell him I’ll be at the mansion within the hour.”

“Okay.” Vincent dialed the number into his phone and watched as Corrie put on her disguise.



-25 minutes later-


Vincent stuffed another piece of gum into his mouth and stepped into the street. Almost half a block up a middle aged woman stepped out of her building. Looking around her, the woman slipped her keys into the pocket of the jacket inside her coat. She stepped out into the street and began to walk towards the nearest subway station.

She had closely curled bottle blonde hair pined to place with nock off Versace scarf tucked neatly about a wrinkled face. Her overly bright lipstick overflowed into the fine lines around her lips. The powdery makeup covered the loose skin, and blush better suited for the young dusted her protruding cheekbones.

She walk was slightly tilted indicating a bad hip, although her pace was quit rapid. Vincent held his distance casually keep the woman in sight. They entered the turn style of the station without incident. The train bound for their destination pulled into the station. They got on quickly with the crowd and stood within five feet of each other. Vincent casually looked over the cart as the door closed then lowered his eyes to the floor. He kept his gaze trained on the feet of the woman.

Vincent stared at the ugly black shoes and the thick support hose amazed at the successfulness of the disguise. The rebellious young woman hidden inside the bulky body suite and latex prosthetics was no where to be found. Corrie Swanson became the dowdy Cook who worked at 891 Riverside Drive.

Corrie felt her temperature rising inside the padded suite. She wanted to scratch her nose but it was covered by latex. Looking around the cart she caught her reflection in the cart window. It still shocked her sometimes how much she could change. She knew she was still herself but sometimes she wasn’t so sure anyone else saw her any more.

Meeting Pendergast was the start of her new life. It seemed to be mundane good fortune but then the darkness from Pendergast’s own past caught up with him. To protect her he had sent her at first on vacation to Australia but then the escalation of events with Diogenes had landed Pendergast behind bars. Corrie received notice to stay in Australia indefinitely. Two weeks later Wren and Mime arrived to inform her that Diogenes has set his eyes on a new target list.

Corrie was surprised to find that she was thought to be on the top of the list. They gave her a letter from Pendergast with two choices. One was to disappear for the foreseeable future and become someone else. And the other was to learn to disappear any time she wants to.

She chose to learn, a decision that would be most difficult to follow through, but one that she would stand by. Sometimes she would think what would have happened if she choose the other path. When the makeup and behavior adaptations obscured her from the view of the world, she wondered. But she would be letting the first person who really saw her down. She could not leave Pendergast alone in his greatest hour of need.

The station pulled into view and the doors opened. Getting above ground Corrie haled a cab and got in punching the number of the cab number in her cell phone. Vincent got into a dark charcoal Buick and pulled out of the parking lot. Corrie’s cab was waiting just outside like always and they started towards the mansion.



-October 15, 2006-
7:10 pm
Ridgemount Hospital, Senior Staff Lounge


Aloysius sat with his long legs crossed, reading through a thick list of forms. The child has a slight case of Respiratory distress syndrome and Intraventricular hemorrhage. Nothing that is not common to a premature infant but still troublesome. A name was required for a transfer to the special children’s hospital.

The lists of family names ran through Aloysius head each one more or less unfortunate. He wondered if that tradition should be passed along to the next generation. Sadly, he knew this child would be the only one of the next generation. He would never have any cousins and hopefully no siblings.

The silent anger burned on the inside. He had taken precaution even in his marriage to NEVER father a child. The Pendergast bloodline should not have been passed on. The intelligence coupled with the unpredictable madness has already come to bloom as a highly poisonous flower in Diogenes. But Aloysius was sill alive to counteract some of the damages. This child will be alive a lot longer then either Diogenes or himself.

Putting down the forms, he picked up the stack of books that the nurses have brought from Constance’s room. A small thin black book filled with poetic versus and journal entries revealed itself to be Constance’s Diary. Aloysius flipped through the pages, pausing at an entry that caught his eye.


February 25th, 2006

Diogenes disappeared again and I am again alone in the villa. Venice is a wonder. My view from the balcony is such a splendor words do not do it justice. The sun is on the verge of setting and the cannels are awash in light both from the setting and by man. The paintings of so many masters have tried to capture it, but I still say they fall short. Only first hand sight could possibly do the glittering canals justice in the sunlight.

We arrived yesterday after a short trip by sea. Diogenes said that it would be a mistake for me to fly on an airplane. I’m not sure I want to be lifted so high above the ground without support, but it would be so unbelievable to be as high in the heavens as the birds. But he insisted.

They are so much alike really, Diogenes and Aloysius, although I have learned never to mention Aloysius in front of Diogenes. Even though he took me away from the home and safety I had always enjoyed, he has been true to his first words to me.

“...to see that your life is not wasted.” He told me with a sincerity that I could not doubt.

Although my fear of him did not disappear, I trusted those words. I have never thought my life was ever a waste but it certainly wasn’t worldly. Inside father’s house I have borne witness things and treasures that most would search a life time for. The books I’ve read could fill libraries but I had only known the inside of Riverside mansion.

Diogenes told me before he left that he had a surprise for me when he gets back. I wonder what that will be. It would be interesting to see what he has planned. Diogenes always has something planned. He never did anything in the normal way.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m weak, giving into the beauty he has shown me. But what is the harm in enjoying all the wonders that has so long eluded me. He was the first one to celebrate my birthday. Although I do not know my birthday I must have had one, and until last week I had never celebrated.

Diogenes said that I needed a birthday that was celebrated every year no matter what if I did or not, so he picked February 14th—Valentine’s Day. We went to the opera that night at the London Royal Opera House. The evening was pleasant and the music enchanting, but when the show was over I was treated to the most wonderful surprise.

The Floral Hall sparkled with tiny lights coming from everywhere. Glittering jewels hung from the garlands and trees. Music poured in from speaker boxes hidden away. In so many years I had wondered what a celebration was be like but the sight of the Floral Hall decorated in such splendor for me was overwhelming.

And tonight in this wonderful city Diogenes said that he has another surprise. I have to confess I’m extremely excited. With him I feel like I have wings. Freedom from everything...

I think he’s back...


The passage chilled Aloysius and relieved him at the same time. It was good to know that Constance received no ill treatment by Diogenes’ hand. But at the same time it was obvious from the passage the child was not forced up on her. Constance willingly conceived it with Diogenes. And she is in love with him.

Aloysius sighed out loud into the empty room. This was going to be an even more disastrous situation then he first anticipated. But at least he now knows what to name the child. His nephew was to be known as Franklin Alister Fausto Pendergast.

The phone buzzed just as he filled in his nephew’s name on the transfer forms. Putting his pen down, Aloysius reached into his pocket, pulling out the phone from its resting place. Before answering, he checked the ID that popped up in the little window.

E.Glinn

Chapter Four    table of contents  

-October 16th, 2006-
Saint Brendan’s Children’s Hospital


Aloysius stood patiently waiting outside the nursery window looking in. His nephew slept soundly inside his incubation cradle at the end of a row of newborns. The child had inherited the high forehead that was a trademark of the Pendergast bloodline.

The swinging door creaked from behind him. Constance, sitting in her wheelchair, looking pale and anxious, was being pushed towards the nursery. She smiled blankly at him; there was almost no emotion behind it, only the reflex.

“Aloysius, I am glad that you choose the names you did.” She spoke without looking at him.

“I do hope you’ll forgive me for taking that liberty.”

“Franklin Alister Fausto Pendergast... Franklin for ‘free man’, Alister... would be the Gaelic form of Alexander; meaning ‘Defender of man, champion of the helpless.’ And last, Fausto. The Italian form of ‘Faustus’ for good fortune.” For the first time Constance looked into Aloysius’s eyes.



-October 17th, 2006-
Savannah, Georgia


Fall had swept through the beautiful streets of Savannah, Georgia. The leaves had changed out of their traditional greens and were dressed festively in gold, orange, red, and rust. Only the Candler Oaks remained ever the same. They covered the antique streets in a lush green canopy, blocking out most of the unnatural heat.

Joanna Newson drove towards the familiar Historic District in her Honda Accord. The address printed on the form her employment agency had sent her was only another block up. A large renovated mansion in the French colonial style dominated the center of an entire block. The ironwork gates were painted a deep green and rows of roses could be seen extending around the property.

The agency also sent along a brief history regarding her new employer along with a generous starting bonus. Joanna felt a certain pity for the family. Mr. William Dobbins owned a leisure boat-making company and had been away when Hurricane Katrina swallowed his ancestral home in New Orleans. Apparently his wife suffered brain damage due to oxygen deprivation and his elderly aunt was left alone sitting on her bedroom porch for six days before anyone came along and found her. Both of them had to be hospitalized when Mr. Dobbins came back. Several months ago Joanna was contacted as a possible candidate for the caretaker position Mr. Dobbins would need for his family once they were released to personal care. He had bought taken great pains to select the best for his family, and Joanna was proud to be thought of as the best.

Walking up to the door of the mansion, she couldn’t help but notice how dense the foliage was around the back garden. None of the usual fountains or statues that graced almost every other house in the area could be seen. Pressing the door bell, Joanna heard it chime from deep within the house. A second later Mr. Dobbins opened the door.

He was a tall man with lively auburn hair and green eyes. A somber grey suit swathed his lean frame. Joanna couldn’t help but note the aristocratic features, finely positioned in an oddly mischievous face. He smiled handsomely at her and bowed.

“It’s good to finally meet you, Miss Newson. Please, do come in.” In a fluid movement he stepped aside from the door, showing her in.

“The agency was able to forward most of your instructions, but I would prefer to hear them directly from you. If that is possible, of course.” She looked around the parlor as he led her into the informal living room.

“Yes, I would prefer to make sure the detailed particulars of our daily life be followed as close to the letter as possible.” He gestured for her to be seated in the chenille covered Queen Anne chair, while he lowered himself into its twin. “I’m afraid my business keeps me away from here most of the time. It is an unfortunate fact. My family suffered greatly in the recent hurricane.” He took a deep breath and sighed. Leaning back, he placed his long fingers carefully in his lap and stared melancholically out the back window. “My wife almost drowned in the flood but she was lucky enough to be rescued. Oxygen depravation and a severe concussion rendered her mentally disabled. I have hopes that she will fully recover someday, but the doctors do not.”

“I’m sorry,” Joanna whispered, looking down at her hand, unwilling to gaze upon Mr. Dobbins’s face.

Mr. Dobbins nodded without looking, “Now I must relate to you the even more troublesome case of my dear aunt. She lost her entire family in a car accident a long time ago. The stress from the loss had over taken her and she had to live in an institution. When I got married three years ago, my wife insisted that we take back home.” He paused letting his buttery accent fade into silence. “She has her good days and her bad days, so it is best to always be polite and leave her to her own devices. She has her own hobbies and I pretend to need her help on things. It makes her feel like she has purpose.”

“What is the schedule you need me to keep?”

“I would prefer that you stay at the house on the nights I am away. Mrs. Dobbins will be given her medication on the schedule that was provided and Aunt Cornelia just needs to be served her meals accordingly. You do not need to do any cooking; the meals will be brought by a catering company. A private cleaning service comes three times a week, but it is best if you pick up lightly along the way.” Mr. Dobbins looked at Joanna intently, willing her to understand her role.

“Nothing else is expected of me?” she asked.

“Just watch over the two ladies in my life when I am not here. When I am home, I might send you out to purchase some odds and ends, but I suspect no more.”

“That sounds perfectly all right. When do you need me to start?”

“I would like to see you back here tomorrow morning. And one last thing, Miss Newson...”

“Yes.”

“I am a private person. I picked this town for its subtle reminders of New Orleans. It is hardly avoidable for the neighbors to be curious but I would caution you against speaking about my household to anyone. Could you give me your word that what happens within the bounds of my property stays private to the outside world?” Mr. Dobbins stood as he spoke and Joanna got an almost intimidating sense of his height. His wide shoulders and lean frame gave the distinct impression of a man in excellent physical condition. And for a moment the light from the windows gave the green in his eyes an unnatural glow.

“Of course, Mr. Dobbins.” Joanna stood up, straightening her jacket. “Will I be meeting the ladies tomorrow, then?”

“If you don’t mind?” Mr. Dobbins gestured towards the door. “I would prefer to give you the full tour when my time allows tomorrow morning.”

Joanna bid farewell and left the house feeling relieved. Her boss had proved to be a sensitive but thoughtful man. And her work did not exceed the initial proposal. She was pleased.


Diogenes regarded himself in the mirror. His eyes itched slightly with irritation from the green contacts, but everything else had gone well. The mansion around him echoed his childhood home as well as his own adult interests. He looked down at his watch, checking the time. His lovely bride would be in need of her medication soon.

Upstairs an exceptionally ornate bedroom suite glowed in sunlight. A fragile looking woman with dark hair sat holding a cross stitching in her lap. The white wicker rocking chair gently swayed as she looked intently down. Her hands did not move and the embroidery was an odd jumble of nothingness. No pictures, no style, nothing at all.

Diogenes smoothly placed his hands around the door frame and gazed upon the once full and lovely face of his brother’s interest. Viola Maskelene was no longer the woman she once had been. She was now his puppet and willing wife.

Aside from the attractive physical features, Diogenes didn’t see what his brother saw in her. But ever since he abducted her last year, he was determined to dominate her in every way. She defied him and she had lived; he wanted to break her fiery spirit, break her to his will. Actually, he wanted to break all the female companions his brother had had to his will. Their adoration for him would be a savory victory. Maybe when he had all of them in his collection, Aloysius would finally understand what it was like.

Viola looked up dully and smiled. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out but unintelligible babble. Reaching out her arms, she beckoned to him. Diogenes complied. He let her hold him and babble softly into his ear. After a moment he eased out of her grip and presented her with a glass of water.

“My dear, it would make me very happy if you drink the water now.” He looked down at her.

Viola took the glass obediently, drinking the contents promptly, then gazed up at him, expecting a compliment.

“Well done, my dear.” He took the glass from her and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

Viola smiled, her expression serene. Diogenes stood up and went into the large closet. A moment later he had changed into a tailored black suit and milky blonde wig.

Viola gazed at him in a puzzled expression.

“Don’t worry dear, it is still me,” he said lazily, switching out his contacts in front of the vanity mirror. A pale blue pair took the place of the green ones.

Diogenes looked somewhat distastefully at the reflection in the mirror. It was not his favorite disguise, but Aunt Cornelia would never lend her help to Diogenes. She had always favored his brother, and Aloysius was no doubt extremely nervous about her disappearance. A delightful thought which made his irritation over becoming Aloysius almost worth the trouble.



-October 17th, 2006-
E. Glinn’s new building
4:15 pm


The computer room was flashing with countless images. Video surveillance footage from every entrance of the hospital was being carefully scrutinized. Diogenes appeared as himself with no beard exiting the northeast entrance at 4:30 pm on October 15th. He made no pretense of avoiding the cameras. The top row of monitors played the feeds of various cameras around the hospital.

A series of people and cars moved in fast forward. Another row of screens ran ingredient analyses of several different kinds of candy. Three different technicians sat side by side with earphones typing away into their own work stations.

Eli Glinn sat in his wheelchair, pouring over a list of passengers from Kennedy and LaGuardia. The light was hurting his eye and strain from another night of restless sleep made his pallid complexion almost grey. Every name was then checked with the corresponding section of surveillance video his team had already pulled. There was no trace of Diogenes. He was starting to feel the fatigue that had been threatening to overcome him for sometime now.

It was true that Diogenes had left them clues, but in each clue there was yet another mystery to solve. One lead led to another in a seemly never ending cycle. Sometimes he regretted taking on the challenge Pendergast had set before him all those months ago.



-October17th, 2006-
7:30 pm
Miko’s Sweets Heaven
Savannah, Georgia


Bright colors of every shade printed on the wrappings of countless pieces of sweets crowded the neatly stacked bins. The air was sticky with the scent of fruit and chocolate. Whimsical looking characters winked out from silly displays.

Large toffee squares heaped on an ornate platter that was placed in front of a large all-sugar haunted house, complete with electronic ghouls and goblins, making their appearance in the windows. A chocolate witch hovered from the ceiling over a significant assortment of themed confections.

Diogenes regarded the spectacular displays with mild disinterest. The candy store smelled delicious, and was no doubt an astonishing presentation. It might have actually been delightful to be in, but through his eyes everything was no more than varying shades of grey.

He had come looking for a specific treat, something that would befit the one who had eluded him for so long. A basket of dark shining balls caught his eye. Picking one up with his long fingers, Diogenes looked intently at it. Perfectly round, shining, sleek, and dark. With a quick hard squeeze of his fingers the soft creamy center oozed from the cracked shell. A satisfied smiled touched his lips. He had found what he was looking for.

Chapter Five    table of contents  

-October 18th, 2006-
891 Riverside Drive


A message arrived at the mansion with the same boy that delivered the message regarding Constance. His nose was no longer running and there was definitely less of the starved look to his face. The weather was pleasant outside and there were no unsightly stains on his worn but clean clothing.

Proctor showed him into the parlor same as before, but this time Aloysius was inside.

His face smoothly without expression, Aloysius stood with his fingers tented in from of him. The pale blue of his eyes shone with light from the chandelier in a way only cats eyes should, although there was no menace in his demeanor. Everything on the surface was ever as calm and cultivated as Italian marble, a statue in living color.

“Welcome back Donovan, I’m very glad to find you in a better state of being. Has the same nurse given you this errand? Or did it come by other means?”

“I haven’t seen the Nurse since last time. They say she disappeared. But this morning the pastor got this package and it had my name on it. I opened it and this came out.” Donovan offered up a slim package with two sealed letters. “This was addressed to me.” Taking out an open letter, he set everything on to the side table.

“Thank you Donovan. You’ve been a great help to me.” Aloysius looked down at the items, furrowing his brow slightly.

“I’m just doing the honorable thing. That’s all.”

Aloysius nodded his head without speaking. A second later Proctor strolled through the doors. Donovan looked at Aloysius somewhat confused but followed Proctor out the door, leaving Aloysius in private to discover the contents his delivery.

The expensive envelops differed in both size and color. The narrow package was wrapped in an old fashion way with black brocade. One of the two envelops had Aloysius name on it, the other one was stamped with a large embossed ‘C’ in silver. Aloysius slid the pen-knife out of his suite jacket and opened the letter addressed to him. Diogenes' spidery handwriting filled the soft cream linen paper.


Ave, frater,

How have you been sleeping these past few days? Have you held the last of our line in your arms yet? Did it feel good to have your eternal child back?

I know you’ve been searching for me with much zeal; no doubt to thank me for taking such good care of Constance. I showed her the world, everything she read in the books, in real life she saw. I made her smile with excitement almost everyday. But there is no need to thank me at all, we are of course family.

Franklin Alister Fausto Pendergast

You were quite hopeful in choosing the names you did, were you not? Each one practically dripping with good intentions, I hope you succeed. Did Constance’s private thoughts help you? Did you enjoy them? How much did you read? What do you think you know? I do hope you still retain the decency of not reading the little note I sent to her with this letter. Even if you lost faith in me long ago, I still have faith in you.

I wonder if you held the same kind of hope for the other ladies. Did you hope for another glimpse of Viola in all her glory smiling at you? Honestly brother, I did you a favor. You will no doubt thank me one day. She was unworthy of you, so common, that she should have been a society puppet.

She wasn’t worthy of the Pendergast line. Viola Masklene needed to be subdued. Unfortunately the fire in her spirit kindled a flame her body could not survive. Do you dream of her? Does the scene of her burning in agony sear your mind? Do you still miss her?

Ah... brother it is always nice to ask yourself things you normally don’t. Let me leave you here with the questions, and my present. Give Constance my letter.


Diogenes


Aloysius put the letter down, neatly folding it back into the envelope. He felt cold but the rage inside burned white hot. The high cheek bones flushed with blood tinting it to the palest pink.

Carefully Aloysius peeled back the brocade cover the slim object. It was a carved sandalwood box lacquered to perfection on the outside. Inside a row of black shinning orbs rested in shredded dry vegetation. The scent of the sandalwood mixed with the distinct aroma of bubblegum invaded his nostrils.



-October18th, 2006-
Book Collectors Domain
Australia


Wren licked his lips as he read through the mail, coming upon another package for restoration request.

E. Armstrong
West Friar Ave.
Hampstead, London
UK

This was not a previously arranged order. Inside, was a letter requesting full translation and restoration of an 1885 French Notebook on botany. A rough leather bond notebook with some water damaged pages, the contents were dated and illustrated carefully.

Wren slipped into his headgear and flipped on the magnifying light. The vegetation in the notebook was meticulously rendered. Before long he was completely absorbed in the work. A tickling sensation announced to him three hours later that he was receiving a phone call. Pressing a button on his chest, Wren spoke into the microphone inside his collar.

“Greetings.”

“Wren, I’ve got some news for you.” Aloysius’ voice permeated through the tiny ear piece.

“I’m listening, Pendergast.”

“Constance is back and she is alive.”

“I’m... honestly glad to hear that she hasn’t fallen pray to Diogenes.” Wren looked up from his work into the darkness of the room, pausing in his work.

“That is a not exactly accurate assertion. Constance has just given birth to a son she conceived willing with my brother.”

“ Ah...” Somehow the light from the Magnifying light was suddenly blinding.

“I need you to inform me of anything that comes across anything that might be out of the ordinary.”

“You’re the first to know, Pendergast. Always the first to know.” Wren related the new book in his possession. Silence fell over the line yet they were still connected.

“Thank you.” Aloysius clicked off the phone, almost drowning in the ominous feeling washing over him again.



-October 18th, 2006-
Office of Dr. Nora Kelley
Museum of Natural History
New York City


The roasted chicken sandwich sat on her desk, growing stale. Nora lazily sipped her ginger ale with her head in her hands. Her stomach felt like it was trying to turn itself inside out. She had spent the entire morning over looking the restoration of the old fossil hall paintings. Menzies was out of town again and she was stuck by herself going up against narrow minded seniors.

She missed Margo, at least then she had someone to talk to about it all. Bill’s last book on the Diamond heist made the best seller list and stayed there for almost an entire year. She was happy for him but the sudden advancement has gotten in the way of their time together. Today he was doing some high society brunch on a yacht coursing the city harbor.

The telephone rings breaking her already aching head. With a grunt, she lifts her head up and reached for the phone.

“Hello?”

“Nora, baby, you sound awful. What is wrong? Are they working you too hard again?” Bill’s excited voice spoke with rapid succession

“No, they're not doing anything I can’t handle. Just a little under weather. I might be getting some sort of cold. It’s alright. How is your thing on the yacht?”

“Great, they had my book on display by the champagne and the food was amazing. They had these stuffed quail eggs with beluga caviar... and they had the best cream cheese and prong finger sandwiches... and oh...”

“Bill... Bill, sweetheart it’s not a good time to talk about food...” Nora closed her eyes and leaned back into her chair, praying she would not actually puke.

“Sorry, dear. But I was going to tell you I found something interesting on the way back from the harbor. If I am right in my hunch, and I always am, this might just be the big break Pendergast have been searching for.”

“Oh Bill, baby, please don’t do anything that might land you in Diogenes' line of fire. I can’t lose you.”

“Nora, I’m just information gathering from a distance, not going to go jet around to where the bastard might be hiding. Trust me okay.”

“I trust you Bill, but I know your hunches too. Just be careful, okay?”

“I’ll be careful. You just need to relax and maybe try to come home early. I could cook maybe and draw you a bath.”

That suggestion warmed Nora and all she wanted to do was fall into his arms and go to sleep. “I’ll try. I promise.”

“Hope to see you soon then.”

“Same here, bye Bill.”

Nora hung up the phone and looking up, to her surprise Dr. Menzies was smiling at her from the door way. His mild manner of dress contrasted with the intense intellectual fire that burned from behind his eyes. Nora smiled at her mentor, pushing the hair back from her face.

“Dr. Menzies, How long have you been standing there?”

“Not long at all. But you know leaving your door open like that is not always advisable.”

“I don’t normally do that just a little out of sorts today. How long are you back for? I could really use your insight on some of the items they found sealed in an old vault.”

“I can only stay a few days but I’ll be back before long. My mother, you know is not well and I can not leave her side extendedly.” Menzies eased himself into the love seat just to the side of the Nora’s bookshelves.

“That is a shame. You should see the vault. It’s full of artifacts from when the museum first opened. Most of it had handwritten tags but not much of them are still legible. And...” Nora paused, unable to get the words out of her mouth as the wave of nausea twisted her vision into a blur.

“Are you alright? Nora, I notice you look pale. Is anything the matter?”

Nora put her hands around the side of the face, steadying herself. The regency patterned green carpet swam into clarity and she noticed Dr. Menzies’ was no longer sitting in the love seat. He stood only a few feet away, looking upon with concern.

“I’ll be fine, but I really think I might have some odd form of a stomach virus.”

“I’m sure you will be just fine if you rested. Why not just go home for the afternoon and we will continue the fascinating discussion of the new vault tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I think I might. Bill just called, wanting to come home early too.”

“He’s good to suggest it. Because, Nora, if you don’t have your health, then you really do not have anything else.”

“Thanks.”

Somehow Nora noticed she was now on her feet with Dr. Menzies supporting her around the shoulders gently. It was a surprise to her how strong and firm his grip was. Nora felt like herself wanting to melt onto the floor again as another wave of sickness attacked her.

“Alright, Nora, I’m going to put you in a cab and send you home.” Menzies set her in her chair and reached for the phone to call for a cab.

Nora tried to gather herself while Menzies spoke to the taxi dispatch company. She couldn’t believe how awful she was feeling. Never had her body let her down so much and it didn’t seem to matter how much rest she’s gotten lately.

“It’s all set.”

“Thank you.”

“Nothing to it. They’ll be waiting for you as soon as you get your things ready. But in the meantime I will leave you with the present I brought.” Menzies reached into his bag and withdrew a colorful box. “These are caramelized ginger slices dipped in bittersweet chocolate. I saw them at the airport and thought you might like it.”

Nora managed a smile and accepted the gift.



-October 18th, 2006-
891 Riverside Drive
11:35 pm

The secret room behind the converted Dojo in the semi basement section of the house was not furnished with luxury, but it was still better the bedroom Corrie had as a child.

Her computer beeped indicating a new return message. Corrie looked at the screen, reading the text absentmindedly, smearing the lotion into her skin.


Cordelia,

I’m glad you’ve been put into action so early, but must also admit some slight jealousy. Do not misunderstand that I am envious of your progress but it is our time together that makes me feel this way. You no doubt know how I feel by now, and I don’t pretend to hide it. I wish you all the luck on the assignment. Special Agent Pendergast is a great mentor and I’m glad to be working with him. When should we meet in person? Please send time when you are able.

Jeffrey.


Corrie smiled crookedly to herself. Jeffrey was definitely not Casanova but he had a directness that somehow charmed her much more then flattery. He wasn’t hard on the eyes either, but it was his armor like polite manner that was so much fun to break.

The sound of running water echoed through the pipes. Corrie typed in her answer to Jeffrey and paused to listen. She felt herself surprised again at how acute her hearing has gotten since starting training. Loud music was now almost unbearable to her. Closing her eyes, she thought of Jeffrey but the image of Pendergast took root instead. She squeezed her eyes, concentrating harder, only to have her curiosity betray her.

Inside her mind Corrie imagined the lean form of Pendergast, bathing in the trickle falling from his shower. She could see the trails of water running across the smooth plans of his face, catching on the creases of his lips. The expensive recess lighting above haloed his pale form in gold.

Chapter Six    table of contents  

-October 20th, 2006-
891 Riverside Drive
2:10 am


The house was silent and even the distant sound of the pipes can no longer be heard. Constance flipped through her diary, lingering over memories she only too vividly remember. The lacey nightgown felt like a tent on her body. Constance reached down and touched her belly tenderly. She was still soft, but she was healing with unnatural speed. The scare from the C-section, already fully closed, was only a raw line. The muscles around her belly tighten back almost where they had been for a century.

For the first time in a long time Constance felt the passage of time and how little it had meant to her before. She rolled onto her side, stretching her arm over the empty side of the bed. The sheets were cold and smooth. It smelt of her perfume and nothing else. There was none of the subtle smells she had come to know so well; black Russian tea, with the sour undertone of masculine perspiration.

She could almost feel his arms around her as they would kiss. The touch of his lips hungrily sealed over hers; the taste of him, as he swept his tongue into her mouth; bitter, sweet, and completely unique. Her thoughts drove Constance from her bed. She was restless and she had to go for a walk.

The tunnels and tiny pathways are still exactly the same as she remembers. She wandered to the library and entered her old world. The world she treasured before Diogenes taught her to wake up. Constance slowly ran her fingers across the spines of the ancient volumes she had clung to. Suddenly she felt the need of human companionship, or simply just to see another human being.

Stepping behind another passage, Constance made her way into a passage she has not used in years. She still remembers going down the tunnel as a child, so long ago. But it was no longer Father’s bedroom, it now belongs to Aloysius.

The ornate column slid noiselessly aside. Constance walked into the bedroom without sound. Her breathing was even and her eyes fell upon Aloysius' sleeping form. His hands were folded across his bare chest; his breathing so shallow that he almost seemed dead. The pale light that came from open sliver of the en suite bathroom reflected his marble like paleness in perfect detail.

Constance stood there rooted to the ground, admiring him and comparing him. They were indeed so much alike. Aloysius was just as sculpted as his brother, only his frame was smaller. There was almost perfect definition in the muscles of his shoulders and arms; barely any fat on the crisscrossing bands on his abdomen. Dark covers shielded his low half from view.

A curious and protectiveness sneaked into Constance as she studied the many scares that marred the milk like complexion. She wanted to touch them, she wondered if they still hurt. Although she knew most of their origin, she couldn’t help herself from wondering. She wondered if Aloysius had other injuries that she knew nothing about, and where they are located. Her arms suddenly felt achingly empty, but in her heart she only saw Diogenes, and the thought of holding anyone but him became painful.



-October 21st, 2006-
Savannah Georgia
Dobbins Mansion Garden


The rectangular pond in the center of the backyard was brimming with life. Red and gold Koi swam among the freshly planted water lilies. Light purple blooms with a speckled yellow center blossomed in the dawning sunlight. Birds chirped in the background and the morning dew slowly evaporated from the vegetation.

The air was warm against his skin as light illuminated the colorless landscape. Diogenes meticulously moved through his forms and held still in an extremely difficult position. His lean form extended to the maximum length and posed for a perfect stillness.

As his shadow moved with the rising sun Diogenes silently tracked the time. He folded back into himself before standing again. Long legs made for even longer strides as he entered the mansion dew onto the marble floor with his bare feet.

Breakfast was still warm sitting in a wicker basket just outside the front door. Neat little trays of delicately prepared food appeared out onto the counters. A small box of Russian black tea joined the trays from the cabinets, along with an assortment of honey sticks.

An hour later Diogenes, dressed in his brother’s form, sat in the conservatory with Viola and Great Aunt Cornelia, having breakfast. Viola smiled vapidly toward Diogenes, copying his mannerism and delicate eating habits. Aunt Cornelia furrowed her bow as she inhaled the deep aroma of the black tea.

“Aloysius, I am pleasantly surprised you choose this tea. It is superb. I always remembered you had favored Green Tea. The oriental stuff your little friend introduced to you.” She looked at him between tiny bites of the strawberry tart.

“Oh but I knew you would prefer this. I wanted to make sure your home coming was as comfortable as possible.” He smiled at her innocently, and then turned to Viola, patting her leg.

“I should have known you’d be so thoughtful. I had always said you needed a nice quite girl.” Aunt Cornelia spoke, nodding towards Viola.

“I’m glad you like my new brid, Aunt. I’m just sorry I can’t stay longer. Certain things at work are not going well and I must attend.” Diogenes bowed his head apologetically.

“Oh its quite alright, Aloysius. I’m just happy to be of help to you. It’s so thrilling to be working again after so many years. But how long will you be gone this time? ”

“I would say no more then a week. I’m tracking down a witness that has eluded me for a while.” A slightly crooked smirk pulled up a corner of his mouth.



-October 21st, 2006-
Mid afternoon
New Orleans Botanical Garden


The large glass panels of the historical conservatory were still being replaced and cleaned. Dried leaves stuck in the metal frame work crunched under foot as they formed into piles on the path below. A blue Jeep Cherokee pulled carefully to the back side of the building filled with potted Gardenias. The driver stepped out, pushing her bangs away from her eyes.

The slightly mousy features were tanned by the sun and her curly ginger red hair glistened somewhat unnaturally bright. Margo squinted at the bright noon sun, damning the heat silently in her mind. The warm fall annoyed Margo, reminding her of the tranquil crispness of autumn in New York. She was having a tough time sticking to her new life. It was almost a relief that her mother was now living in Paris so far away.

So many things had brought her down to a new beginning and she was not sure how to start again sometimes. Aloysius had set her up with a new life after her slow recovery. He set her up with the restoration job in New Orleans after the hurricane. It is not a bad like but she missed the intricacy of her work at the museum.

The ground was soft from the rain that morning making it even easier for the jeans to pick up. By the time her new sponsor arrived all the Gardenias were planted. Unfortunately dirt from the flower bed made Margo’s outfit less then spotless.

Her new sponsor was supposed to be an English man who also donated to the famous Eden project near London. She was expecting a properly conservative that would had aged far more inside then out. But she was force to greet a surprisingly handsome man with oddly familiar features and more fashion sense then her. She felt suddenly awkward in her mud splattered ensemble.

Edward Armstrong appeared to be a young man in his late 30s with an even tan and shoulder length dark brown hair. His eyes were a deep sea blue set intensely in a frame of thick lashes. His lengthy lean frame was clearly visible under a fitted blue dress shirt open at the collar. Neatly creased stonewashed jeans complete with a brow belt by Hugo Boss finished the outfit.

Diogenes looked at Margo with amusement. She looked different from how he remembered her. The surprise in her expression told him she does not recognize him and his disguise had a pleasing effect.

“Mr. Armstrong, I’m so glad you came.” Margo smiled broadly, extracting her hand from a glove offering it in a handshake.

“A pleasure to have come, it is a very pleasant surprise to find you working.” He took her hand, giving it a gentle shake. His voice spoke in a deep silky English accent.

Margo involuntarily flinched from the sound of his voice. She had a sudden sensation that could not be explained. It was neither good nor bad, simply odd. Like something had struck a chord in her, but no memory was attached. The silken voice spoke again and Margo couldn’t help herself as she stared, gawking rudely, at its owner.

“I was simply trying to say that most people who lead a project like this do not spend much time in the dirty where the real work is.” An almost shy smile appeared before he looked away.

Catching herself, Margo forced a response. “I’m only trying to direct all the money where it’s needed most. The surrounding area contained many rare plants that need to be carefully cultivated. Besides a little time in the dirt is good for everyone.”

“So glad we both see so much value of bring back all the natural plant life. Environmentally they will be the most important part of the local eco system.” Reaching into his pocket Diogenes produced a small packet of seed bulbs. “I brought these for you. They were originally grown in the gazing pool in front. My research showed that they used to belong to the bayou around but were killed off by water pollution.”

Margo took the seed packed, looking at the odd seed bulbs. They were smaller then the most of the other Nymphea specimens she’s see in the past. A distinct sweetness emanated from the bulbs, filling her nostrils. The smell was pleasant and had a strange relaxing effect, smoothing out her sharpened senses.

“I brought these for you from my personal collection.”

The velvety resonance of his voice tickled her ear drums. Margo was surprised to find him standing behind her looking over her shoulder. His mouth inches away from her ear.

Chapter Seven    table of contents  

-October 22nd, 2006-
The Riverside Drive mansion


Evening fell on the mansion without much spectacle. Constance had been alone most of the day; Proctor had followed Aloysius out on some assignment. Only the housekeeper stayed in the house. Constance didn’t really feel at all comfortable stuck in her old cage again. Most things had remained exactly the same but others had changed so much she wondered if she had wandered into another realm. Aloysius seemed to be almost avoiding her this evening. No small talk was made during dinner, nor was there the customary kiss to her forehead while bidding her goodnight.

Inside the walls, Constance stood behind a large double panel that allowed her to view into his bedchamber. Aloysius was standing in a state of half dress. His jacket was hanging on a black silk padded hanger as his fingers busied themselves releasing his belt and pants. As he unbuttoned his shirt, a series of items were revealed to be carefully taped to his chest and abdomen. Without making a face he ripped the items away and carefully placed them into a black bag with invisible pockets. Undressed to only charcoal grey boxer briefs, Aloysius’ phone suddenly buzzed softly in on the dark bedcovers.

“Hello, Margo.” Taking the phone to his ear, he spoke without looking at the screen. “How are you? Has anything strange occurred?” Aloysius paused, listening. His breathing quickened. The sparkling pale scars over his ribcage only accentuated a dangerous sensuality to his toned torso. “Very good Margo, keep in contact.” The phone snapped shut and in one swift movement Aloysius stripped himself of his underwear.

Constance bit her lips behind the wall and trailed one hand absentmindedly over her swollen breasts. Aloysius was almost a mirror image of his brother in one respect at least; his male anatomy, more than ample even in a flaccid state, promised him to be a very satisfying lover for any woman. The perfect curls of the palest gold fanned from his manhood to a trail that didn’t quite reach his belly button, leaving the rest of his torso bare of hair. Only a ultra fine dusting of silken down graced the very center of his sternum. The long sculpted legs were so defined, every little movement showed through his milk-colored skin. Constance felt a stab of disappointment when he threw on the black velvet robe that had been laid out on the bed. She followed as he moved into the glass and marble adjoining bathroom.

A memory flickered through Constance’s mind and a shiver ran down her spine that had nothing to do with the chill of the old house. Diogenes and Aloysius, two sides of the same coin, forever bonded to each other. A mixture of sadness arose within her for their misunderstandings and love lost.

The sound of water running drew her back to the absolute present. Aloysius stood inside the clear glass shower with his head buried in the pouring stream. Arching his back, Aloysius stretched to his full height with both hands planted spread eagle above his head. The warm water soothed his senses and he began to relax. A moment later he regained his purpose and reached for the natural oatmeal soap. Delicate long fingers worked the soap into a thorough lather on his skin; tiny bubbles refracted the overhead light. As he worked to bring his body to a perfect state of cleanliness, Constance floated away on her own memories.



-February 14th, 2006-

London, England
The Millennium Bridge
10:34pm


A kiss was so delicately placed on her lips that she only felt a soft brush of pressure. She waited for a second before opening her eyes. Diogenes’s face was held only a few centimeters from hers; the tips of their nose still touching. Constance looked into his mismatched eyes trying to decide how to continue the odd situation she was in. His arms wrapped around her waist with gentle firmness, pulling her against him.

“Do not hide yourself from me.” Diogenes’ voice was a soft lull, and his eyes pleaded with her in the glow of the distant fireworks. Constance sighed into his embrace, holding the distance between their lips, her eyes finally submitting. The second kiss was just as delicate but as soon as she kissed back it intensified with sudden explosions. Seeking more warmth from the chill of the night air, Constance reached into his open coat, placing her arms around his hard frame. A hunger that had so long been denied roared like a feral beast unleashed. He smelled of gingery spices and the wine from dinner, but he tasted like black Russian tea. Something stirred beneath his waist and a pressure pressed into the pit of her stomach.

Diogenes broke the kiss, nipping a bit on her lips before pulling away to speak. “I believe, my dear, we need to find shelter from the night before realizing this to the end.”

Inside Diogenes’ London loft candles glowed from every flat surface. Blue silk was draped over the cream-colored Egyptian cotton bedding. Constance stood in the entrance, gazing at the bed with a drum beating inside her chest. She was still in her evening gown, and it was becoming an uncomfortable confinement. Diogenes dropped his coat over the large modern chair and placed his hands over her shoulders, kneading the delicate skin, sending a tingle down her body.

Closing her eyes, Constance turned around, pressing her cheeks into his chest. Diogenes took a long slender finger, and drew up her face to his, sealing their lips together once more. In a swift movement Constance’s feet left the ground as Diogenes lifted her into the cradle of his arm one handed. Using his other hand, skilled fingers undid the fastenings of her gown, freeing her from the binding clothes.

Delicate touches of his elegant fingers to her bare flesh set the kindling spark inside her ablaze. She savored the control in his lips and the abandon in herself. Where he was leading her she didn’t know, but wherever it was it was somewhere she was willing to go. Like Alice, she was lost in his wonderland. Constance reached into the collar of his dress shirt, caressing the soft skin behind his neck, slowly working her way to the front.

The buttons undid one by one on his shirt, revealing the strip of finely toned chest beneath his open tie. Diogenes made his way to the bed with Constance still held in his arm. The dress fell to the floor as he lifted her on to the bed. She made a move to cover herself only to have her arms held away with firm hands. Diogenes made a somewhat stern expression, slowly shaking his head; she obeyed and lay, still watching him. Slowly he pealed her out of her stockings. The form fitting bra was undone in one swift motion of his fingers. Diogenes stood for a moment, nudging between her knees, looking down at her, ridding himself of his clothing.

Constance stared fixedly at him as he exposed the hard masculine form to her viewing. Layer by layer the formal clothing joined each other in a pile on the floor. A crooked smirk crossed his lips in a teasing manner. He knew she was thoroughly enjoying watching him. Her eyes raked over every inch of his flesh, starting from his chest working its way down to the curly patch of shining ginger hair only to widen in surprise; he was aroused but not fully alert.

Constance bit her lips, feeling odd. She had been alive so long, but the sight of a living man naked in front of her was completely foreign. Curiosity made her reach towards him, touching the little trail of hair between his abdominal muscles. He felt so different from her, so hard and firm while she was creamy and soft.

Diogenes stood, letting Constance explore her way around his body, lazily touching her hair and the soft mounds of her upper breasts. He enjoyed her curious strokes and tentative attention. He watched her touch him while breathing ever harder, the sound of her heartbeat just audible to his overly sensitive hearing.

She wanted to hold him to her, drawing in the warmth of his skin, yet she didn’t know what to do with his manhood now pointing rigidly towards her. With pleading in her eyes she willed him towards her. Diogenes obliged, placing his hands on her sides, pulling her up towards him while pushing her into the soft covers.

His superior weight pressed into her as his hungry lips wrapped around the spot where her neck met her shoulder. The intense heat from his erection pushed against her stomach as her arms involuntarily wound around his torso. Capturing her lips again, Diogenes splayed his hand all the way down her body, slipping it between their bodies into her small silk undergarment. Constance whimpered into his mouth.

Pushing at him in surprise, Constance bucked underneath only to be pushed back down again. Her heart raced as Diogenes cupped the triangle of her womanhood, gently kneading her, feeding the fire. Beyond her control, Constance moistened with lustful excitement. Her tender virgin flesh was covered with silky hairs that seemed to be unnaturally sparse. The fragile folds opened as his fingers stroked with measured precision, moistening her even more.

The tingling sensation in-between her thighs wandered up to her breasts. The pink nipples of the supple flesh tightened as if in invitation to be suckled. Lifting his frame off her upper body, Diogenes slid down to bury his stubbled cheeks in the silken skin between her bosoms.

She was still not fully undressed, but she felt naked and exposed as never before. Releasing her for a second, Diogenes slid her undergarments off as he stroked the tenderest part of her inner thigh. She watched in amazement as he parted her legs peeking in-between. He looked up at her face and caught her eye with his before bending down to bite her softly on the inner thigh closest to her center.

Constance saw in his eyes a mixture of curiosity and excitement. There was also something else that she could not read, something that only sparkled deep with in his hazel eye. But she was far more alarmed and absorbed in the fantastic sensation he was causing her with his tongue to be concerned about that for more then a second. The heat and impossible malleable softness of his tongue was soon coupled with an empty feeling pulsing at her core.

She finally understood the base need of having him inside her. And as if reading her mind, Diogenes slid a single long finger gently into her. He felt the virginal barrier only to press softly at it, drawing a sharp moan from her before stopping to continue his oral assault.

As Constance ripened with pleasure, she felt the need to be filled even stronger. “Diogenes... ahhh... ahhh. Please do not prolong this any longer... The cruelty of want and need is hard... for me... ahhh...to endure.” Her voice a breathless whisper, Constance pleaded with him.

Without a word, Diogenes withdrew his lips away from her apex and braced himself above her again. Constance looked up with feverish eyes quaking beneath him. She was both excited and afraid. Diogenes found her fear appetizing and grew just a bit harder as he pushed into her virginity in one smooth solid motion.

The foreign sensation of being suddenly filled made Constance yelp in surprise. She could feel herself stretching but no sharp pain invaded her senses, only a dull pressured ache. Her inner walls contracted against him, squeezing him, pushing him. Diogenes held her tightly, waiting for her breathing to even out again, posed to begin moving. Impatience probed Constance to buck against him. Diogenes was amused at her brazen wantonness and quickly obliged.

Their rhythm was slow at first, delicate gentle thrusts. Constance, made bold by their joining, reached up, brushing her lips across his like he did to her. Pulling back, she gazed at him again; an indecent smirk was spreading wide on his face. Bolder still Constance wrapped her arms his neck, pulling his face to hers. Not their first kiss, but the first she initiated, and it took both their breaths away. Diogenes opened his eye in surprise, feeling his reaction to her grow to its end.

She wasn’t what he expected. For the first time in his adult life, his heartbeat raced to an agonizing speed as true pleasure overtook sexual showmanship. His kisses became filled with real emotion despite himself. The alarms of cultivated self-control rang inside his skull only to be ignored. He wanted her like he coveted the diamonds he had thought were his only passions. As the friction built between them, the urge of release made his movements erratic and rough. Constance dug her nails into his shoulder, bracing her self against his thrusts.

A sudden burst of color washed over the room in front of Diogenes’s eyes and for a moment the world refilled with all possible pleasures. He pulsed hard and furiously, releasing himself into Constance, filling her to the brim. A lulling state of relaxation swept into his body as he collapsed on top of her, involuntarily wrapping his arms around her.

Constance only graced her point of ecstasy but she was satisfied being held tenderly, still joined together. She listened to him breath and felt the expansion of his chest match her own. It was a magnificent end to her first birthday celebration.



-October 23rd, 2006-
E. Glinn’s new building


The morning’s e-mail traces yielded three pages of odd e-mails from various labs and high tech facilities around the world. Glinn’s expensive espresso sat untouched in its tiny cup. His good eye strained as he read over the list of tiny black letters. Glinn focused hard on the ones from Britain, knowing that Constance had listed that as a place she had spent significant time in.

Suddenly the message title “Lily sample received” jumped out at him. The message read:



Wesley Merrit

Amped Corp,

Thank you very much for the sample you have sent us. The plant is quite lovely, and we are sure it will add to our understanding of the vast amount of plants undiscovered in the Amazon rainforest. We would also like to express our gratitude on the generous donation to our annual fundraiser. We are truly sorry that you couldn’t be here with us for our banquet, but we hope to meet you soon.

Sincerely
Dorian Greyhart

V.P. Of Research and Development
Eden Research Lab.



The implications of the e-mail made Glinn’s blood run cold. If the message was innocent there would be nothing to worry about, but if the lily was the infamous one discovered in New York several years back, things did not bode well. He needed to find out more, and quickly, before passing it on to Pendergast.

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