He laughed. “Very good. Yes, I felt like an outsider all my life. My brother, mother, and father all seemed so ordinary. I got straight A’s, excelled at track, got a scholarship to college, and my brother just failed over and over. I was never like my family, and then I found out why. My mother wasn’t my mother, my father not my father, my brother only my cousin. It was a revelation, Anita, a revelation that changed my life.”

“It’s always good to figure out where you belong,” I said, because I couldn’t think of what to say.

A uniformed officer was coming through the door of the bridal shop. I had my badge visible. I texted, “I’m on phone with kidnapper. Trying to keep him talking.” and showed it to the officer.

He nodded, and used a notepad that Anne brought him to write, “More units en route.”

More cops were coming. I just had to figure out a way to get information out of the kidnapper that would help us locate them. “My mother was dead, but my father wasn’t. He had a nice family; they looked happy.”

I didn’t like him using the past tense. “You came to St. Louis and found Manny, and have been watching him.”

“I saw his daughters and son; by rights they should have been my siblings. I could have been their older brother. I could have helped them, and my papa could have taught me how to raise the dead, but instead he taught you. He taught you everything he was supposed to teach me.”

“It was a job; I’ve taught new animators, too.”

“No!” He shouted it. “Don’t belittle what my father taught you.”

“I’m not belittling it, just saying that Manny and I are work friends. He doesn’t think of me as another daughter.”

“But he taught you, and my mother saw the greatness in you, Anita. I found people who would talk to me about the Señora. They said she wanted you to meet me. Said we’d have powerful babies together.”

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“Manny told me that, just like Dominga wanted to have a baby with him, because it would be powerful.”

“And I am powerful.”

“Dominga didn’t tell Manny she got pregnant.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do, because I know Manny; if he’d known he had a son he’d have tried to be in your life in some way.”

“He didn’t want me.”

“I swear to you that Manny would have loved you if he had known.” In my head I thought about him describing one of the nephews as just wrong from the beginning, and then I realized the nephew who was “wrong” wasn’t the one Dominga had wanted me to breed with; it was the good nephew.

“He rejected his true power when he left the Señora, and me with it.”

“He described you as a polite, good boy, Max.”

“He mentioned me?”

“Yeah, that the other nephew Artie was a screw-up, but you were great.”

“Arturo fails at everything, he has no ambition.”

“You have plenty of ambition, don’t you, Max?”

“I do, but I go by my full name, Anita. If my father really talked of me, then tell me my real name.”

“Maximiliano,” I said.

He lau ghed again, but it held a brittle edge to it now, as if the sound could break like glass if you hit it too hard. It was the kind of laugh that would eventually start gibbering in corners. I wanted Connie and Tomas away from him before that happened.

“Yes, yes, I am Maximiliano.”

I wanted to ask him what happened with college, and that scholarship? I wanted to know how the good boy, Max, got to be the monster who tortured souls, but I wanted him to keep talking. There were more police now. Anne had pointed out Connie’s car. They’d be looking for clues, and someone in a suit had written on the notepad, “Try to find out where he’s taking them.”

I wrote back, “How?”

He made some suggestions and I tried. “So where are you, Connie, and Tomas going tonight?”

“Why, so the police can find them in time?”

I did not like his “find them in time” at all. “I can’t meet you for that coffee date if I don’t know where you are.”

He was quiet for a few breaths. I thought I heard someone else make a noise. It was all I could do not to ask if it was Connie, but I didn’t want him to know I could hear anything over the phone. I was afraid he’d hang up.

The detective in the suit wrote, “Do not agree to meet with him!”

I turned away from him. If he’d give me a location I could find him and find the kids. Manny’s kids. Connie was almost my age, but she was still his kid.

The detective grabbed my arm and waved the note in my face. I jerked free of his hand and waved my badge back at him. “You said it yourself, Maximiliano; the Señora, your mother, wanted you and me to hook up. I’ve seen your zombies, they’re amazing. We could do amazing, scary stuff together.”

“I’m not crazy, or stupid, Anita.” He sounded angry now.

“I know that.”

“No, you don’t. You think I’m crazy like my real mama.”

“I thought she was evil, more than crazy,” I said.

He laughed then. “That was honest.”

“Meet with me, Maximiliano, and I will be so honest it’ll blow you away.”

“Oh, we’re here,” he said. The engine on the car turned off. I heard the door open on his car, and I think I heard him step on gravel. I know I heard someone trying to scream through a gag. It sounded like a woman. “You can both scream for me, Consuela. She was my fiancée once, but she left me. Now she’s mine forever.”




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