Chapter Fourteen
The doors opened as Mark led the way while they went down the hallway and headed for the doors to the morgue. Opening the doors, Mark stood back for the others to come into the room and the door closed as they headed for the metal table.
"Where's Doctor Forest?" Peter asked when the door opened and a tall man with blonde hair and green eyes stopped near the doors, looking at them.
"Who are you?" Doctor Kevin Zane asked as Mark walked closer and showed him his identification. "Oh, what can I do for you, Detective?"
"We need to talk to Doctor Forest," Peter said while walking closer and placed his hands on his hips.
"Wait, you're Peter Vincent, aren't you? I saw your show in Vegas last month," Kevin said and Peter smiled, scratching an itch on the side of his nose.
"Yeah, I'm Peter Vincent, be a good boy and go fetch Doctor Forest," Peter said while waving his hand at him and Cassandra softly smiled, sliding her arms around his arm. Flipping him off, Kevin left while Stephanie looked at the x-rays on the screen and Peter walked closer, tapping her on the shoulder. "You ok?"
"Yeah, I was just thinking about Dad. If this thing comes after him…." Stephanie said then sniffed and Peter held his arms out. She held him as the tears came and he kissed the top of her head. Feeling the makeup on his chest dribbling down his chest, Peter hushed her when the door opened and Jessie walked toward the metal table, looking at them.
"What the hell?" she asked as Mark walked closer and she folded her arms over her chest.
"Sorry to bother you, Doc, but have you ever heard of Oscar Pendragon? He would have come through about five years ago," Mark said while Jessie thought for a few seconds then frowned, shaking her head.
"Nope, the name doesn't sound familiar," she said and Peter sighed, rolling his eyes.
"Great," he said softly as Stephanie smiled up at him and Peter shrugged, wiggling his eyebrows up and down.
"Can we see Zoltar Casmiri's body then?" Mark asked. Nodding, Jessie led them to the metal doors where the bodies were stored when she opened the door and pulled out the metal shelf. Seamus stood at the back while Stephanie held onto Frank's hand and she smiled down at him. Jessie moved the sheet back as they looked at the body and Frank felt foolish from Wiktor holding him in his arms, allowing him to see the body.
"You found the plastic bag in the chest cavity, right?" Peter asked and Jessie nodded, removing the small, metal poker from her pocket, extending the small, metal pointer.
"Yes, it was right about here," Jessie said while pointing with the small, metal pointer on Zoltar's chest and Peter nodded his head. Slowly, he moved his hand toward the body when he felt the waves of power moving under his hand and he titled his head to one side.
"What are you doing?" Anthony asked.
"Place your hand over his body and tell me what you feel," Peter said when Anthony moved closer and placed his hand over Zoltar's body, feeling the waves of power moving under his hand.
"Shit," Anthony said then looked at Wiktor and Wiktor walked closer, holding his hand over Zoltar's body. Frank held his hand over Zoltar's body as the waves of power moved under his hand and they looked at Peter.
"What is that?" Frank asked as Wiktor placed him back in the wheelchair and Stephanie carefully walked closer, placing her hand over Zoltar's body.
"It feels like it's alive," Stephanie whispered and Peter smiled, sliding his arm around her.
"No, it's not alive. More like it's a signature," he said and they looked at him with a confused look on their faces.
"And whose signature is it?" Wiktor asked. Looking at Jessie, Peter wiggled his finger as they went to one side of the room and Peter motioned with his hands for them to huddle up. Jessie looked at Mark and Seamus as Mark shrugged and Jessie sighed, looking down at Zoltar's body.
"Well?" Anthony whispered as Peter looked at them and placed his fingers to his lips.
"A show of hands if you know who D'yar'nath is," Peter whispered and their eyes widened.
"Are you saying that Zoltar was killed by….?" Frank whispered and Peter nodded his head.
"Wait, wasn't D'yar'nath destroyed?" Anthony whispered.
"No, the last reported sighting of D'yar'nath was in eighteen twenty-three in Athens. Some low level magicians had found one of the lairs of D'yar'nath and cornered D'yar'nath after D'yar'nath had been weakened in battle with some other demons. Taking D'yar'nath by surprise, they performed a spell that is rumored to have turned D'yar'nath into stone," Peter whispered and scratched the side of his nose.
"Wait, you think Pendragon found the statue and freed D'yar'nath?" Frank whispered.
"Or whoever wants us to think it's Pendragon could have freed it," Cassandra whispered and Peter smiled at her, kissing her cheek.
"So we're going hunting, da?" Wiktor whispered as Peter smiled and winked at them.
"But we don't have any weapons and I don't think Dad should go," Stephanie whispered and Frank glared at her.
"Hey, I can still take down a demon," he softly growled and Peter patted Frank's shoulder.
"No one is saying you can't," Peter whispered then looked at Mark and Seamus and waved at them. "Anyway, let's go back to the Hard Rock then we can go kill something."
"Da, is good plan," Wiktor whispered when they broke the huddle and Peter stood in front of them with his arms folded over his chest.
"Well, seeing this was a waste of time, we're out of here," Peter said as he headed for the door, but Mark cut him off and stood face to face with him.
"Where are you going?" Mark demanded and Peter arched his eyebrows and gave him a blank look.
"None of your business," Peter said then opened the door and did a bow as the others left the room. Flipping Mark off, Peter left the room and the door closed in Mark's face.
"Come on," Mark growled as Seamus sighed then followed him out of the room and they walked down the hallway. Both were stunned when they saw that Peter, Cassandra, Anthony, Wiktor, Frank and Stephanie were gone and Mark growled, balling his hands into fists.
"Where did they go?" Seamus asked while Mark glared at him then sighed and headed for the lift.
The lift doors opened while Peter led Cassandra, Anthony, Wiktor, Stephanie and Frank down the hallway and Peter walked to the bar, pouring some Midori into a glass.
"Does anyone want anything to drink?" Peter asked, leaning against the bar.
"I wouldn't mind a beer," Frank said as Peter nodded and knelt down, opened the door to the mini refrigerator then placed a bottle of beer on the bar.
"Make that two," Anthony said as Peter looked up from behind the bar and smiled, rolling his eyes. He went back behind the bar when he placed another bottle on the bar and his right hand appeared.
"Anyone else want a beer?" Peter's hand asked in a high pitch voice and Cassandra and Stephanie laughed. Peter's hand turned side to side as Wiktor and Anthony started laughing then Peter's hand bent down as if it was looking at Peter. "I don't think anyone else wants a beer."
"Good, my knees are killing me!" Peter said as he stood up and Anthony walked to the bar, picking up the bottles of beer.
"Asshole," Anthony said while walking to Frank and Peter gave him a blank look then stuck his tongue out. Cassandra walked to the bar when she gently smacked Peter's arm and walked behind the bar, kneeling down in front of the mini refrigerator. She took out two bottles of water when she stood up then yelped when Peter grabbed her around the waist and kissed her neck. Wiggling out of his arms, Cassandra giggled as she gently smacked his chest and walked to Stephanie, handing her a bottle of water.
"Do you have vodka?" Wiktor asked as Peter nodded then poured some vodka into a glass and Wiktor walked to the bar, picking up the glass.
"Now if you'll excuse me," Peter said as he took the glass of Midori into the bedroom and Cassandra followed him, closing the door behind them. A few minutes later they came out of the bedroom and Peter was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt and was barefoot. Cassandra was a little surprised that no one noticed that Peter looked different and Wiktor smiled at her.
"Little One, do you think we don't know Peter has two faces?" he asked.
"Um, no, I didn't think you knew," she said and Peter slid his arms around her, pulled her against him then kissed her neck.
"Oh for fuck sake, get a room!" Frank sighed as they laughed and Peter let Cassandra go, walking to the couch. Sitting down, Peter placed his feet on the coffee table and sipped on the Midori. Cassandra sat next to him as the others sat down on the couches and chairs and Frank moved the wheelchair to the window, looking out at the few.
"Frank?" Peter asked as he got up and walked to Frank. Squatting down on his haunches, Peter looked at Frank as Frank sighed and sipped on the beer.
"As much as I hate to admit it, Stephanie's right. I shouldn't go," Frank said and Peter's eyes widened.
"Bullshit, you're one of the best demon hunters I know."
"Peter, this isn't Supernatural. I'm useless in a fight and will only slow you down," Frank sighed and Peter stood up, patting Frank's shoulder.
"I understand," he said softly as he turned and looked at the others. "I mean I wouldn't blame you if you're scared. Shit, I'm scared."
"I didn't say I was fucking scared! I just said…."
"Yeah, I know, you're fucking useless and will slow us down. It's ok. Really," Peter said as he started to walk away and Frank growled, turned the wheelchair around and moved the wheelchair until it slammed into Peter's legs, knocking him to the floor. Rolling onto his back, Peter smiled up at Frank as Frank rolled his eyes and laughed.
"Asshole," Frank said softly as Peter got up and winked at him.
"If you two are done comparing cocks, can we get to figuring out what do to now?" Anthony asked as Peter and Frank headed for the couch and Peter sat down next to Cassandra, sliding his arm around her shoulders.
"So, anyone have idea where Pendragon is?" Wiktor asked, placing his feet on the coffee table then sipped on the vodka.
"No, but we do have a way of tracking whoever it is," Peter said and wiggled his eyebrows up and down.
"Are you talking about energy wave?" Wiktor asked and Peter nodded his head.
"And how are we going to track it?" Anthony asked when the bedroom door opened and Boe walked out, walking toward the couch and stood near Peter. "What the hell is that?"
"That is tiger," Wiktor said and Anthony growled, flipping him off.
"This is Boe," Peter said as he stroked the top of the tiger's head and Boe softly purred.
"Is he a part of your act?" Stephanie asked as she got up, walked carefully to Boe, knelt down and stroked the soft fur.
"No, he's my familiar," Peter said and they looked at him with wide eyes.
"Heh, I thought your familiar would be bunny rabbit," Wiktor teased and they laughed while Peter rolled his eyes. Cross flew out of the bedroom when he landed on the back of the couch while Cassandra held her wrist out and Cross climbed onto her wrist. "Ah, I get it now. Falcon is Little One's familiar, da?"
"Yes," Cassandra said as she stroked Cross' chest and Cross softly purred.
"And tiger will be able to track the energy wave?"
"That's the plan," Peter said then got up and walked to the bar. Picking up the receiver, Peter pushed the buttons and they looked at him.
"Who are you calling?" Frank asked.
"Well, we are good when it comes to hunting demons and shit, but it never hurts to have back up," Peter said when a softly click filled his ear and he held up a finger.
"Detective Kincaide," Seamus' voice said in his ear and Peter softly smiled.
"How would you and that shithead of a partner of yours like to go hunting?" Peter asked.
"What are you talking about?"
"Look, just get your asses over to the Hard Rock and I'll explain," Peter said then ended the call and placed the receiver on the cradle of the telephone. The others looked at Peter when he walked to the wall near the entertainment center then turned, wiggling a finger at them. Heading toward the entertainment center, the others stood next to him when Peter stuck two fingers in the eyeholes of a human skull sitting on a shelf and stood back. They watched as the wall slid open and Peter smiled at their shocked look from seeing the weapons sitting on the shelves or hanging on the pegs.
"Fuck," Anthony said softly as Peter smiled, placed his foot against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest.