“What do you want?”

“Well, for starters, how about an intro to that drummer? He’s incredible.” I got up from the table and started to walk away. “Now, hold on,” he said, grabbing at my arm. “You’re right. I didn’t just come down for the music. I came here to help you.”

“Of course you did,” I said. “Why wouldn’t you?”

“No, really.”

“And in return?”

“You’ve still got some more of those stones. At least a couple; you didn’t hand them all over the last time.”

“You’re really hooked on them, aren’t you?” I said.

“You’ve become a junkie, basically.”

“And whose fault is that? You’re the one who introduced them to me.”

“So I did. I’ll just have to live with the guilt, I guess.”

“It’s not just about the magic; it’s about the music,” the Wendigo said. “Surely you can understand that. You see, I discovered that with them I’m a great drummer. Without them, just very ordinary.”

“Jesus,” I said. “You might as well be mainlining crystal.”

“What?”

“Never mind.”

“Music’s important, in a way that other things aren’t. You know that. How do you think you found me in the first place?”

“I was following a vision, as I remember.”

“Sure, but a vision just tells you what may happen, and where. It doesn’t tell you why. It’s the creativity that connected us-yours and mine.” A philosophical Wendigo. What next? “Anyway, I thought I’d trade you some more information for the rest of those stones. I know you’ve still got a few of them left.”

“Sorry,” I said. “You’re a junkie. You’d say anything for a taste. Information from you would be worthless.”

“Not a problem. I’ll tell you, and you decide if it’s worth it or not. If so, then you give me the stones. If not, you don’t. Fair enough, right? You see, unlike you, I’m the trusting sort.”

“Right,” I said. We sat looking at each other for a minute. “Well?”

“Well, you managed to kill the shape-shifter that was causing so much trouble, I see.”

“We did. How did you know that?”

“I know things.”

“And you have a problem with that?”

“No, not at all. She, and those like her, aren’t really individuals like you or me-they take on the aspect and intelligence of others, and without a host of sorts they remain basically just animals. But there’s something else interesting about them that you don’t know.”

“They rise from the grave at the new moon?”

“Don’t joke about things you know nothing about. But no, nothing like that.”

I waited patiently. I was fairly certain he was bluffing, trying to pull some sort of scam to get his fix, but he might have valuable information. Or rather, he might be willing to share it. I had no doubt that he knew more than he ever let on.

“All those shape-shifters have their little differences,” the Wendigo said, “but there is one thing about them that’s a constant, that always holds true.”

“And what might that be?” I asked warily. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like the answer. The Wendigo smiled, almost gleefully.

“Just this. They seldom enter the world alone, and they never stay alone. They exist in pairs. Always.”

He leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smile, proud of the bombshell he’d dropped. When he noticed I was looking at him with no change of expression, he frowned.

“You don’t believe me?” he said.

“No, I believe you. But you’re a day late and a dollar short.”

“Beg pardon?”

“It’s an expression. Not to burst your bubble, but I already figured that out.”

The Wendigo looked positively crestfallen. He’d expected his news to knock me off my feet. Maybe it would have if he hadn’t waited so long.

“Okay, so you know about that.” He paused and thought for a moment. “What about the energy pool-the one I came out of? And the others?”

“Yeah? What about it?”

“It’s an open conduit, you know. Other things can come out of it as well. You really need to shut it off.”

“Yeah, we figured that out as well. But we’ve had more pressing issues lately.” I shook my head. “Anyway, that’s not information. That’s advice.”

“Oh, I know. I was just trying to be helpful, that’s all.”

“And pick up some stones.”

“Well, yes. But you don’t want them anyway, not really. And I did want to help.”

I left the table and played the rest of the gig in a funk. When the Wendigo came into the club, he mixed the two worlds that I tried so hard to keep separate. It was hard to concentrate on the music when the sight of him was a constant reminder that there was unfinished and unpleasant business waiting for me. The simple life of an ordinary musician had never looked so good.

NEXT MORNING I WAS BACK AT VICTOR’S. PROBLEM was, we had nothing to go on. If we waited for more dead people to start turning up, that would give us a place to start, but it would be a little hard on the victims.

But one thing that the Wendigo had said was true-we needed to close off the energy pool. So far, four things had come through-the fake Ifrit, the Wendigo, and apparently two of the shape-shifters. And perhaps even other things we didn’t know about yet. And as long as it stayed open, there was always the chance that something even worse might appear. In fact, I didn’t understand why we hadn’t already been inundated with uncanny apparitions.

Eli thought there must be specific circumstances governing it.

“You mean like the new moon falling on a rainy night?” I asked.

“Something like that, but nothing that simple, I imagine,” he said. “It would take a lot of study to figure it out. It will be a lot quicker just to shut it down.”

Easier said than done. I had no idea about how to go even get started, but Eli and Victor were in their element. We decided to wait until dark, since the construction site was active during the day, and there was no way to operate until it shut down. The energy pool was more apparent at night anyway, easier to locate and isolate. They spent the rest of the day poring over books and arguing about the best way to dissolve the pool. I stayed out of the way for the most part. About seven, we headed out.

Eli was disturbed at the turn things had taken, but he was thrilled to finally be able to meet Rolf. Eli was the one who had figured out what he and those like him were-practitioners who had changed over time so that they were no longer quite human, but instead incarnations of myth and lore, magical beings themselves. But with one thing or another, he’d never met any of them.

Rolf was alone, though, which was a disappointment for Eli. He’d particularly wanted to get a look at Richard Cory. Rolf let us in, sizing up Victor and Eli. He immediately took to Eli, but didn’t seem to care much for Victor. I guess he hadn’t yet lost all his human reactions.

“What brings you here tonight?” he asked.

“We need to close down the energy pool,” I said, getting right to the point. “We think there might be other things that could come through it, and the ones that already have weren’t too friendly.”

“Be my guest. You may be right, but it’s not something I’d care to mess with, myself.”

“What gave you the idea to create it in the first place?” Eli asked. “And how exactly did you manifest it?”

“We didn’t mean to,” Rolf said. “It just happened.”

Eli immediately started in speculations about the unconscious and its relation to talent. Which led, inevitably, to the subject of Ifrits, and why Rolf and his friends never acquired them.

Rolf became instantly wrapped up in the discussion, and the two of them ended up sitting cross-legged on the ground next to scraps of concrete and lumber, chattering on like two unkempt chess-playing codgers in a city park. Victor waited impatiently, then gave up temporarily and wandered back to where the energy pool shimmered and sparkled in the darkness. When he almost walked right into it, I realized he couldn’t see it. That was a complication.