Several small items, hard and of sufficiently low mass, recommended themselves to my lightning search. I seized upon one, tore it free of whatever held it and called it to me.
A wordless impulse of startlement reached me at the same time as the rushing mass and the return of my Logrus summoning.
It burst about me like fireworks: flowers, flowers, flowers. Violets, anemones, daffodils, roses. . . . I heard Flora gasp as hundreds of them rained into the room. The contact was broken immediately. I was aware that I held something small and hard in my right hand, and the heady odors of the floral display filled my nostrils.
“What the hell,” said Flora, “happened?”
“I’m not sure,” I answered, brushing petals from my shirtfront. “You like flowers? You can have these.”
“Thanks, but I prefer a less haphazard arrangement,” she said, regarding the bright mound that lay at my feet. “Who sent them?”
“A nameless person at the end of a dark tunnel.”
“Why?”
“Down payment on a funeral display, maybe. I’m not sure. The tenor of the whole conversation was somewhat threatening.”
“I’d appreciate it if you’d help me pick them up before you go.”
“Sure,” I said.
“There are vases in the kitchen and the bathroom. Come on.”
I followed her and collected several. On the way, I studied the object I had brought back from the other end of the sending. It was a blue button mounted in a gold setting, a few navy blue threads still attached. The cut stone bore a curved, four-limbed design. I showed it to Flora and she shook her head.
“It tells me nothing,” she said.
I dug into my pocket and produced the chips of stone from the crystal cave. They seemed to match. Frakir stirred slightly when I passed the button near her, then lapsed again into quiescence, as if having given up on warning me about blue stones when I obviously never did anything about them.
“Strange,” I said.
“I’d like some roses on the night table,” Flora told me, “and a couple of mixed displays on the dresser. You know, no one’s ever sent me flowers this way. It’s a rather intriguing introduction. Are you sure they were for you?”
I growled something anatomical or theological and gathered rosebuds.
Later, as we sat in the kitchen drinking coffee and musing, Flora remarked, “This thing’s kind of spooky.”
“Yes”.
“Maybe you ought to discuss it with Fi after you’ve talked with Random.”
“Maybe.”
“Speaking of whom, shouldn’t you be calling Random?”
“Maybe.”
“What do you mean, ‘maybe’? He’s got to be warned.”
“True. But I’ve a feeling that being safe won’t get any questions answered for me.”
“What do you have in mind, Merle?”
“Do you have a car?”
“Yes, I just got it a few days back. Why?”
I withdrew the button and the stones from my pocket, spread them on the table and regarded them again. “It just occurred to me while we were picking up flowers where I might have seen another of these.”
“Yes?”
“There is a memory I must have been blocking, because it was very distressing: Julia’s appearance when I found her. I seem to recall now that she had on a pendant with a blue stone. Maybe it’s just coincidence, but “
She nodded. “Could be. But even so, the police probably have it now.”
“Oh, I don’t want the thing. But it reminds me that I didn’t really get to look over her apartment as well as I might have if I hadn’t had to leave in a hurry. I want to see it again before I go back to Amber. I’m still puzzled as to how that—creature-got in.”
“What if the place has been cleaned out? Or rented again?”
I shrugged. “Only one way to find out.”
“Okay, I’ll drive you there.”
A few minutes later we were in her car and I was giving her directions.
It was perhaps a twenty-minute drive beneath a sunny late-afternoon sky, stray clouds passing. I spent much of the time making certain preparations with Logrus forces, and I was ready by the time we reached the proper area.
“Turn here and go around the block,” I said, gesturing. “I’ll show you where to park if there’s a place.”