Resurrection Man by Sean Stewart

Author:Sean Stewart [Stewart, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Fantasty
Published: 1995-06-30T22:00:00+00:00

"I don't want to do that again." Dante wiped cold sweat from his forehead and winced as little needles of pain pricked his hand. He had sat before his mirror and read the squalid diary of another person's life. He felt old and corrupt.

"What were you doing?" Sarah asked.

"The same thing I've been doing for—God, what time is it? Past three!" Dante groaned. "Sleep! God, I need some sleep."

Five more days.

He knew, he knew, god damn it, but how could he put things right when he couldn't keep his eyes from crossing?

Five more days.

Dante sighed. "So I think I know a little more about what happened to Jet. Now we have to find an angel named Jewel."

* * *

But first I must sleep, Dante thought later, lying in bed after Jet and Sarah had gone. I've got to sleep.

He burrowed under his pillow. The bright light in his room kept him awake, but then it kept him from screaming in fear, too. Kind of a trade-off, there.

First thing in the morning, he and Jet would go looking for information on this angel, Jewel. Nothing would be open before nine on a Sunday; he could sleep until seven-thirty, with luck. That would leave him just over four and a half days.

Four and half days.

"Sleep! Sleep, god damn you!" Dante clutched his pillow with both hands and pulled it around his ears. He couldn't breathe.

With a groan he sat up in bed and glared balefully at the bureau mirror. Nothing there but old marble facing, a few spatters of blood, the stub of a fat white emergency candle, and the reflection of a tousled balding puffy-eyed nervous wreck who could use a shave.

Dante groaned again and shambled over to the light switch like a zombie with a hangover. "Screw it," he mumbled, slapping it off. What could he imagine that would be worse than what he'd already seen tonight?

* * *

Lots.

* * *

He tried a small thought experiment and imagined a fat-bodied spider scuttling out of his own dead throat.

Big deal.

"Hoorah!" he muttered. He'd finally blown his terror fuse. He tumbled back into bed.

As for tracking down Jewel's friend, the man she had jokingly called Albert: that would be harder. Even if he could find Jewel, there was no guarantee she would have kept in touch with Albert.

Maybe they could pick up the scent at the hotel somehow. There couldn't be that many hotels that fancy in town; Dante was pretty sure he'd recognize the suite if he saw it, or one like it.

It's been at least thirty years, he reminded himself. All very well to talk about time as stored on slides one second thick, interchangeable, et cetera, but the hotel might have been torn down, or altered beyond recognition. The same might be true of Albert, for that matter.

Dante winced, squeezing his eyelids closed. Sleep! Sleep, you idiot! God, I feel like yesterday's meat loaf. Probably taste like yesterday's meat loaf, for that matter. Ugh. Got to get off this anatomy kick.

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