But she decided to wait on saying anything more. Bennett was already in such a black place that it didn’t seem to Nest that it would do much good to emphasize it. After Christmas, maybe she would say something.
They drifted across the snow-covered ball diamonds toward the toboggan slide, drawn at first by their lingering curiosity over last night’s accident and then by a clutch of police, fire, and ambulance vehicles that came into view. The deputy sheriff’s car belonged to Larry Spence. Nest glanced at Ross, but he shook his head to indicate he had no idea what was happening. Nest moved to the front of the group, directing them west of the parking lot and its knot of traffic, crossing the road farther down. People were gathered along the crest of the slope leading down to the bayou, all of them whispering or standing silent, eyes fixed on a knot of firemen and ambulance workers clustered on the ice.
Nest’s group slowed beside the others. The first thing she saw was the twisted length of Robert’s toboggan lying to one side. A dark, watery hole glimmered where the ice had been chopped apart by picks and axes to free it. But then she saw that it wasn’t the sled they had worked to free. The firemen and ambulance techs were working over a sodden, crumpled form.
“What’s going on?” she asked a man standing a few feet away.
The man shook his head. He had owlish features and a beard, and she didn’t know him. “Someone fell through the ice and drowned. Must have happened during the night. They just fished him out.”
Nest took a steadying breath and looked back at the tableau on the bayou. A body bag was being unrolled and unzipped, its bright orange color brilliant against the dull surface of the ice. “Do they know who it is?” she asked.
The man shrugged his heavy shoulders. “Don’t know. No one’s been up yet to say. Just some poor slob.” He seemed unconcerned.
Someone who fell through the ice, she repeated carefully, trying out the sound of the words in her mind, knowing instantly Findo Cask was responsible.
“They had to chop right through the ice to get him,” the man said, growing chummy now, happy to be sharing his information with a fellow observer. “His hand was sticking out when they found him. Ice must have froze right over him after he drowned. The hand was all he got out. Maybe he was a sledder. They found him next to that toboggan. It was froze up, too.”
Who was he? Nest wondered. Someone who had ventured out onto the ice while the demon magic was still active? The magic would probably have responded to anyone who got close enough.
The man next to her looked back at the ice. “You’d think whoever it was would have been smarter. Going out on the ice after the slide was shut down and the lights turned off? Stupid, if you ask me. He was just asking for it.”
A woman a little farther down the line turned toward them. Her voice was low and guarded, as if she was afraid someone would hear. “Someone said it’s a man who works for the park system. They said he was working the slide last night until an accident shut it down, and he must have gone out on the ice afterward to check something and fallen in.” She was small and sharp-featured and wore a blue stocking cap with a bell on the tassel. Her eyes darted from the man’s face to Nest’s, then away again.
Ray Childress, Nest thought dully. That’s Ray down there.
She turned away and began walking back toward the road. “Let’s go,” she said to the others.
“Mommy, what’s wrong?” Harper asked, and Bennett hushed her softly and took her hand.
Nest kept her eyes lowered as she walked, sad and angry and frustrated. Ray Childress. Poor Ray. He was just doing his job, but he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. This whole thing was her fault. It had happened because she had insisted on bringing everyone out for sledding, even knowing Findo Gask was a danger to them, even after she had been warned not to help John Ross. It wasn’t enough that she had saved them on the ice. She should have anticipated that others would be in danger, too. She should have warned Ray. She should have done something. Her eyes teared momentarily as she remembered how long she had known him. Most of her life, it seemed. He had been there when her grandfather had almost died in the fireworks explosion fifteen years ago. He had been one of the men who had dragged Old Bob clear.