Cecilia Dominic - The Mountain's Shadow

The two letters arrived the same day.

I expected the first: my official termination letter from Cabal Industries. Having it in my hands, smoothing the creases, and looking at the stark black printBookman Old Style fonton twenty-five pound cotton-bond paper, Roberts favorite for official business, made my heart thud. The company had been sold, and my labwith all my data and backupshad been immolated in a fire. The conflagration and the expense of rebuilding my research program during a difficult merger was the ostensible reason for my being fired, and no, I wouldnt forgive the pun. The companys symbol, the black silhouette of a wolf howling against a full yellow moon, cried out for me. Unfair! Unfair!

The second letter held more promise. This one came on plain computer paper with a name on top in block letters: Lawrence Galbraith, Attorney-At-Law. Two hours later, I stood in front of a two-story yellow brick building off Markham Street, just west of downtown Little Rock. A sign in the second-floor window read, For Rent: Commercial Space. Mr. Galbraith didnt have a secretary, but a bell rang when I opened the door. After five minutes, I wasnt so sure hed heard me and began the internal argument of whether I should knock on the heavy oak door that separated the sparse waiting room from what I imagined to be the plush inner sanctum. I made up my mind and walked to the door, but when I raised my fist, I heard a male voice from inside.

Thats bullshit, Galbraith!

Mr. Bowman, please keep your voice down. This second one I recognized from the telephone. I had spoken with him earlier. Doctor Fisher is in the waiting room.

I dont give a damn about Doctor Fisher. He sneered my name. Look, that land is ours by right, and I dont care if the old man never changed his will. And to bring that overgrown

How Mr. Landover felt about you during his life is irrelevant if it is not on paper. Galbraith spoke over him. Im sorry, Leonard. You and the others may have to find other grounds for your sport.

Leonards next statement came out as a cross between a hiss and a whine. Its not sport, Lawrence, and you know it. Youre the only one who can help us.

Theres nothing I can do.

I jumped back from the door just before this Leonard person burst through it like a ball of energydark energy. With his olive skin, dark wavy hair, and brooding black eyes, he would earn a second look from most women. I barely got a first one as he snarled at me and stalked out of the office. The bell on the door jangled with the force of his exit.

Doctor Fisher, I hope Mr. Bowman didnt disturb you. Lawrence Galbraith looked down his aquiline nose at me and pursed his thin lips. With his mane of gray hair and simple black suit with a long jacket over a white shirt, no tie, he could have stepped out of a mid-twentieth-century movie about an undertaker.

He certainly seemed upset about something. I wanted him to say more about what this brooding young man wanted with my grandfathers estate, but he evaded the implied question.

Most of my clients are, Doctor Fisher. If theyre not disturbed about something, theyre dead. Otherwise they wouldnt need a lawyer. He held out a chair and scooted it under me as I sat.

I understand. Now about my grandfathers estate?

I expected him to do the lawyer thing and pull out a file bursting with paper and tell me to look through it and see if I had any questions. Instead, he sat back and steepled his fingers.

I knew your grandfather quite well, Doctor Fisher. He was very proud of Wolfsbane Manor. He studied me through narrowed eyes. You visited there quite often as a child, yes?

I spent my summers there.

And your twin brother?

It was after my brother died. Andrew never knew my grandfather. It wasnt until my parents started fighting that my mother had the guts to visit him again. Apparently he and my father didnt get along.

He spoke to me about the rift, how it broke his heart to lose his only daughter. He told me you were a lot like your mother.

When I thought about my mother, I remembered the gentle hands that so quickly turned hard when she slapped me. I hadnt spoken to her since I had gotten my first assistantship in graduate school and no longer needed her financial support.

I dont think so.

How much do you know about your grandfathers estate?

I know its up in the mountains and used to be really far away from everything. It took forever to drive there on winding mountain roads. Theres a stream that bubbles up from underground near the top of the hill where the house is, and it goes to a river.

Anything else?

I thought back and tried to untangle murky threads of childhood memory. The house is huge, old-fashioned, with a ballroom and a mural on the ceiling. I dont know what my grandfather did to earn his money, but he seemed to have a lot of it and was careful spending it.

He was immensely careful. Consequently, his estate, with house and property and all, is worth five hundred million dollars. He ignored my astonishment and continued, I told him he had plenty to share between you and your mother, but he insisted the bulk of it go to you. Something about your research.

He didnt even know what I did.

Ah, but he followed your career quite closely.

He did? He always seemed so remote, especially after I stopped going up there when I was in high school.

Yes, he did. He was a researcher in his own right.

Is there anything in there for Mother? Guilt welled up. Its amazing how childhood training kicks in, like it was my fault he left everything to me.

A small annuity to keep her comfortable until she passes on. He waved my concern away with one hand. It wont dent your fortune at all.

What am I supposed to do with all that money?

Whatever you want. I think you will find enough up there in the hills to keep you busy.

What do you mean?

Have you ever heard of the Landover curse?

The what? This was new. I remembered whispers about something wrong with Mothers side of the family from early childhoodworried conversations outside the room where my brother and I slept in twin beds.

If it pops up, youll know. It supposedly skips a generation.

What is it?

You probably have nothing to worry about, Doctor Fisher. I recommend you go and claim your property as soon as you can. I can help you with arrangements to break your lease and move your things from Memphis.

Okay. No, wait, what? I cant just move. My head was in a fog, still worried about the curse. What was the curse? Insanity? Some weird genetic disease? And underneath all his assurances, Galbraith seemed worried. A little line had appeared between his brows.

will arrange to have movers pack and ship your apartments contents to the Manor, he was saying as he picked up the telephone.

Whoa, wait a second here. I held up my hands. This is too much right now. I cant just break my lease, pick up, and go.

I understand. He reached across the table and patted my hand. You need a little while to absorb all of this. But I assure you, it is imperative you move up there and take possession of the property.

My eyes blurred with tears. I dont even know how my grandfather died.

Galbraith rubbed his temples. I was afraid you would ask.

Why?

Because I dont know, either.

When I arrived at Bistro, a little French place in West Little Rock, my head was still spinning. The key to Wolfsbane Manor was nestled in my purse between my cell phone and my wallet on a keychain that read in bright pink letters, So NOT a morning person. I had handed over the apartment keys to Galbraith, who assured me he would take care of everything and I could expect my belongings in a few days time. Id tried to argue the hastiness of the move, but I may as well have been talking to the stone lions outside the manors door.