was cold with fear and dread. She felt as if she were in Madame Rosaâs parlor with the frightened mother and Madame Rosa, actually hearing the conversation.
â âGive me something of his. Bring me something.â
ââI could bring you the knife he threatens me with. â â
The terrible two-part conversation continued, with the puppeteer taking both parts.
ââIâll go home right now and get the knife. Youâll wait for me, Madame Rosa?â
ââI wait....â
â âI am back. Here, here is the knife my boy threatens me with. Here take it. Tell me.â
â âYes. Yes. Your boy, he kill with this knife. Your boy will kill!â â
In his own voice the puppeteer added, âI guess the old broad actually flipped out, fainted. My mom told me about it when she got home. She said, âFrankie, she thinks youâre going to kill.â I said, âMom, Iâm no killer. You know that. Iâll handle it.â I meant to handle it by scaring Madame Rosa.â
Herculeah took another step toward the fence. In the darkness, the puppeteer did, too.
âI made a witch puppet. You saw her.â
âYes. And just as I thought, it was modeled after Madame Rosa.â
âOf course, even down to the cloak.â He gave a flourish that made the cloak flutter around him. On Herculeahâs shoulder, Tarot gave an answering flutter.
âOh, I enjoyed that play. Madame Rosa was doing her little palm-reading thing across the way, and she looked up and there she was on the puppet stage. Her face. Her voice. Her cloak. My knife.
âShe froze with her mouth openâwas too scared to close it, I guessâuntil the witch got stabbed.â
âThatâs when she fled?â
âI thought she got the message. Then the old fool went to your mom, a private detective, and I didnât like that. I knew I had to really scare the old womanâlike Iâm scaring you.â
âIâm n-not afraid.â
âA-arenât you?â the puppeteer asked. This time he spoke in Herculeahâs voice.
âGo on with your story,â she managed to say.
âI went to her house. I opened the door with the knifeâsuch useful things.â Beneath his hood he smiled. âMadame Rosa was in the kitchen. I was just going to put the knife somewhere so she could find it. There was a big book on the table. I decided to stick the knife in that. It fell open to a page on dolls. Voodoo dolls. I liked that. It fit. Dolls. Puppets. I raised my knife. Right then that stupid bird woke up and yelled, âBeware!â
âMadame Rosa came in and she went crazy. I just wanted to scare herâthatâs all I was going to doâbut she threw herself at me. She was going to tear my eyes out or something. She was a wild woman. And I was holding the knife like thisââ
Again Herculeah saw the glint of metal.
âAnd she fell against it. I never wanted to kill her. I donât want to kill anybody. I donât want to kill you.â
Herculeah took another step sideways.
âIt just happened then, like itâs going to happen now. She knew too much. You do, too.â
Without any more warning, he came toward her. His long billowing cape made him seem huge. Herculeah threw Tarot at him. There was a flurry of wings and cape as the puppeteer fought off the bird.
He managed to throw the bird to the ground. He came for Herculeah again. He made one thrust with the knife. He missed. He drew back for another.
She ducked and as she swirled away, she shoved him with all her strength. He stepped backward, stumbled on the hem of the cape, and fell to the ground.
This was the moment Herculeah had hoped for. She rushed past him. She had a moment of elation. She was free. She was going to get away. She was safe.
And then she felt his long, cold fingers circle her ankle.
25
WEAPON OF CHOICE
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