(eng) P. W. Catanese - Inferno 01 by Donny's Inferno

Author:Donny's Inferno [Inferno, Donny's]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 21

There,” Angela said. She pointed up at the apartment building that loomed overhead. It was four stories tall with five windows across. The brick had been painted years before, but only flakes remained, like peeling skin. Black fire escapes formed a stack of Zs in front of the windows. “Third floor, on the right.”

Donny stared at the dimly lit rectangle. “And this thing—people can’t see it?”

“It’s not exactly invisible. You might have caught a glimpse of one yourself.”

That stopped the breath in Donny’s throat. “What? Really?”

“Have you ever thought you saw something move out of the corner of your eye, but when you looked that way, you didn’t see anything?”

“Um. Sure. Hasn’t everybody?”

“Did you ever hear something whisper, but you couldn’t figure out where it came from?”

“You’re creeping me out right now.”

“You ever just get the chills for no reason at all? You’d swear that something was in the room, even though you couldn’t see it? Everything’s normal, and suddenly, you just got . . . scared?”

“Please stop. I’m really sorry I asked.”

“I’m just saying. That’s what it’s like when one of these things is around. Scoping you out to see if you’re vulnerable. You ought to know what we’re dealing with. It’s a troublemaker of the worst kind.”

Donny looked at the window again. It dimmed for a moment as something moved in front of the light source. “So this whispering thing . . .”

“Murmuros.”

“Murmuros. It lives in an apartment in Brooklyn?”

She shook her head. “Temporary residence. A murmuros roams the world and looks for someone to latch on to. This one’s name is Gustus. I chased him in Pakistan and Denmark and then Missouri, and I almost had him in Greece. Wherever he goes, he wants to stir up hate, and when he finds a good vessel for making that happen . . . that’s what makes him happy. And that’s what he’s up to right now. He found a patsy, and that patsy lives three stories up, on the right.”

“Patsy?”

“Sorry, old-fashioned term. Gustus found a sucker. A victim. This guy—he’s an easy mark for the murmuros. Weak of mind. Inclined to hate. Simple to manipulate.”

Donny heard footsteps and turned to see a man approaching down the alley. A streetlight behind him cast an elongated shadow. “Don’t worry, Cricket,” Angela said. “That’s Carlos. He’s here to help.”

Carlos wasn’t very tall, but he was wide and strong. He had a friendly face, framed by a narrow beard that ran along his jawline. Like Donny, he was dressed mostly in black: wool cap, jeans, boots, and leather jacket, and he had a long black bag slung over his shoulder. “Good evening,” he said quietly. He smiled at Angela and then at Donny. “Angela, who’s your friend?”

“Carlos, this is Donny. Donny, Carlos.” They shook hands.

“Thanks for your help tracking this one down,” Angela said.

“De nada,” Carlos said with a shrug.

“Is Victor coming?” Angela asked.

Carlos shook his head. “Still afraid, after the last time.”

Still afraid. Those words echoed inside Donny’s head.

Angela tapped her bottom lip with a finger.

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