it was a very sick body—dying of cancer to be precise. The autopsy revealed he wouldn’t have survived another six months. Lestat, for all we know, James may have contributed to the commission of the crimes which placed the young man’s body at his disposal. If he hadn’t stolen this body, he would have hit upon another in a similar state. And once he’d dealt the death blow to his old body, it went into the grave, don’t you see, carrying James’s entire criminal record with it.”
“Why did he give me his real name, David? Why did he tell me he’d belonged to the Talamasca?”
“So I could verify his story, Lestat. Everything he does is calculated. You don’t understand how clever this creature is. He wants you to know that he can do what he says he can do! And that the former owner of that young body is quite unable to interfere.”
“But, David, there are still aspects to this which are baffling. The soul of the other man. Did it die in that old body? Why didn’t it … get out!”
“Lestat, the poor being probably never knew such a thing was possible. Undoubtedly James manipulated the switch. Look, I have a file here of testimony from other members of the order pertaining to how this character jolted them right out of the physical and took possession of their bodies for short periods of time.
“All the sensations you experienced—the vibration, the constriction—were reported by these people as well. But we are speaking here of educated members of the Order of the Talamasca. This garage mechanic had no training in such things.
“His entire experience with the preternatural had to do with drugs. And God knows what ideas were mixed up with it. And throughout, James was dealing with a man in a severe state of shock.”
“What if it’s all some sort of clever ruse,” I said. “Describe James to me, the man you knew.”
“Slender, almost emaciated, very vibrant eyes, and thick white hair. Not a bad-looking man. Beautiful voice, as I recall.”
“That’s our man.”
“Lestat, the note you faxed to me from Paris—it leaves no doubt. It’s James’s writing. It’s his signature. Don’t you realize that he found out about you through the order, Lestat! That is the most disturbing aspect of this to me, that he located our files.”
“So he said.”
“He entered the order to gain access to such secrets. He cracked the computer system. There’s no telling what he might have discovered. Yet he couldn’t resist stealing a silver wristwatch from one of the members, and a diamond necklace from the vaults. He played reckless games with the others. He robbed their rooms. You can’t entertain any further communication with this person! It’s out of the question.”
“You sound like the Superior General, now, David.”
“Lestat, we’re speaking of switching here! That means putting your body, with all its gifts, at the disposal of this man.”
“I know.”
“You cannot do it. And let me make a shocking suggestion. If you do enjoy taking life, Lestat, as you’ve told me, why not murder this revolting individual as soon as you can?”
“David, this is wounded pride talking. And I am shocked.”
“Don’t play with me. There’s no time for it here. You realize that this character is plenty clever enough to be counting upon your volatile nature in this little game? He has picked you for this switch just as he picked the poor mechanic in London. He has studied the evidence of your impulsiveness, your curiosity, your general fearlessness. And he can fairly well assume that you won’t listen to a word of warning from me.”
“Interesting.”
“Speak up; I can’t hear you.”
“What else can you tell me?”
“What else do you require!”
“I want to understand this.”
“Why?”
“David, I see your point about the poor befuddled mechanic; nevertheless, why didn’t his soul pop loose from the cancer-riddled body when James dealt it one fine blow to the head?”
“Lestat, you said it yourself. The blow was to the head. The soul was already enmeshed with the new brain. There was no moment of clarity or will in which it could have sprung free. Even with a clever sorcerer like James, if you damage the tissues of the brain severely before the soul has a chance to disengage, it cannot do it, and physical death will follow, taking the entire soul with it out of this world. If you do decide to put an end to this miserable monster, by all means take him by surprise, and see to it that