The smile slipped a little, the glow beginning to fade from his eyes. "Why do you need names?"
"You use names to call the zombie from the grave."
"Without a name you can't raise them?"
"Theoretically, no," I said.
"But you can do it," he said. I didn't like how sure he was.
"Yeah, I can do it. John can probably do it, too."
He shook his head. "They don't want John."
I finished the last of my coffee. "Who's they?"
"Beadle, Beadle, Stirling, and Lowenstein."
"A law firm," I said.
He nodded.
"No more games, Bert. Just tell me what the hell's going on."
"Beadle, Beadle, Stirling, and Lowenstein have some clients building a very plush resort in the mountains near Branson. A very exclusive resort. A place where the wealthy country stars that don't own a house in the area can go to get away from the crowds. Millions of dollars are at stake."
"What's the old cemetery have to do with it?"
"The land they're building on was in dispute between two families. The courts decided the Kellys owned the land, and they were paid a great deal of money. The Bouvier family claimed it was their land and there was a family plot on it to prove it. No one could find the cemetery."
Ah. "They found it," I said.
"They found an old cemetery, but not necessarily the Bouvier family plot."
"So they want to raise the dead and ask who they are?"
"Exactly."
I shrugged. "I can raise a couple of the corpses in the coffins. Ask who they are. What happens if their last name is Bouvier?"
"They have to buy the land a second time. They think some of the corpses are Bouviers. That's why they want all the bodies raised."
I raised my eyebrows. "You're joking."
He shook his head, looking pleased. "Can you do it?"
"I don't know. Give me the pictures again." I set my coffee mug on his desk and took the pictures back. "Bert, they've screwed this six ways to Sunday. It's a mass grave, thanks to the bulldozers. The bones are all mixed together. I've only read about one case of anyone raising a zombie from a mass grave. But they were calling a specific person. They had a name." I shook my head. "Without a name it may not be possible."
"Would you be willing to try?"
I spread the pictures over the desk, staring at them. The top half of a skull had turned upside down like a bowl. Two finger bones attached by something dry and desiccated that must once had been human tissue lay next to it. Bones, bones everywhere but not a name to speak.
Could I do it? I honestly didn't know. Did I want to try? Yeah. I did.
"I'd be willing to try."
"Wonderful."
"Raising them a few every night is going to take weeks, even if I can do it. With John's help it would be quicker."
"It will cost them millions to delay that long," Bert said.
"There's no other way to do it."
"You raised the Davidsons' entire family plot, including Great-Grandpa. You weren't even supposed to raise him. You can raise more than one at a time."
I shook my head. "That was an accident. I was showing off. They wanted to raise three family members. I thought I could save them money by doing it in one shot."
"You raised ten family members, Anita. They only asked for three."
"So?"
"So can you raise the entire cemetery in one night?"
"You're crazy," I said.
"Can you do it?"
I opened my mouth to say no, and closed it. I had raised an entire cemetery once. Not all of them had been two centuries old, but some of them had been older, nearly three hundred. And I raised them all. Of course, I had two human sacrifices to ride for power. It was a long story how I ended up with two people dying inside a circle of power. Self-defense, but the magic didn't care. Death is death.
Could I do it? "I really don't know, Bert."
"That's not a no," he said. He had an eager, anticipatory look on his face.
"They must have offered you a bundle of money," I said.
He smiled. "We're bidding on the project."
"We're what?"
"They sent this package to us, the Resurrection Company in California and the Essential Spark in New Orleans."
"They prefer élan Vital to the English translation," I said. Frankly, it sounded more like a beauty salon than an animating firm, but nobody had asked me. "So what? The lowest bid gets it?"