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Morgan and Samantha immediately."
    Eun slid into the passenger
seat of the car, suddenly realizing that he wasn’t sure what the
duo had been assigned to do. "Where are they?"
    The strong line of Gray’s
jaw tightened. "They’re supposed to be visiting Doc Pemberley right
now."
    "What in the world are you
talking about, Chief?"
    Gray kept his eyes on the
road but he was able to recount for Eun the reasons behind their
associates’ current mission. As usual, it involved the fact that
Lazarus kept his cards close to the vest and rarely shared all the
facts with anyone, including his employees.
    "After speaking to Mr.
Scanlon, I was struck by what he said about the young woman’s eyes.
He called them Phantom Eyes."
    "So?"
    "When I helped bring Doc
Pemberley to justice, I took it upon myself to go through his
files. I found several references to some kind of surgery that he
had dubbed The Phantom Eyes Project. It involved grafting some sort
of parasite behind the eyes. It would derive its nutrition from the
moisture found in living beings. If a victim could be found, the
creature was able to absorb moisture through physical contact, a
process that would lead to the host’s eyes glowing. In the absence
of a victim, the parasite would begin feasting upon the moisture
found in its host body until they were drained dry. Sometime last
month, I heard unconfirmed rumors that Pemberley had returned to
this city. I managed to trace him to a brownstone on Maxwell
Street."
    Eun tapped his chin
thoughtfully. "But what kind of creature could do that, though?
I’ve never heard of anything that could do those
things."
    Gray glanced at him and the
look on his face chilled Eun to the very core of his being. "That’s
because it’s not a creature of this world."

Chapter IV
    The Eyes of Doom
     
    Melvin Pemberley was fifty
years old, though he could pass for a man in his mid-thirties. He
was handsome in an Aryan sort of way, with short-cut blond hair,
blue eyes that resembled chipped polar ice and a coolly efficient
manner of conducting himself. He tended to wear the type of white
lab coats so often associated with scientists and was rarely found
without a pair of surgical gloves on his hands.
    Doc Pemberley’s appearance
generally caused people to believe he was a hard-working man
dedicated to science. The truth was a good bit more sinister.
Pemberley was completely amoral. Where the average person would
cringe, Pemberley stared unabashed. When a normal man would rush in
to save those in need, Pemberley was more apt to pick up a sheet of
paper and begin recording the events occurring before
him.
    And then there was the
peculiar interest in the macabre.
    Doc Pemberley was not only
a world-class authority on scientific matters, he was also an
amateur occultist, with a collection of books that would be the
envy of almost any parapsychologist in the world. Even the good men
and women at Miskatonic University would have been impressed by his
holdings. He had one of several books that had been personally
bound by the infamous Felix Cole, whose skills in handling the
works of the damned were impeccable.
    The combination of good
looks, remarkable intelligence and a total lack of morals made Doc
Pemberley a very, very dangerous man.
    He was presently living in
a rented brownstone located not more than three blocks from the
harbor. He had a gang who worked for him, dangerous enforcers who
didn’t mind breaking the necks of those who bothered their boss.
His activities were funded through a wide variety of jobs he took
for the various crime lords in the city. He worked for them all,
creating weapons of hideous damage for each. The fact that he sold
to their enemies as well didn’t deter any underworld boss from
doing business with him. He was simply that good at killing
people.
    Doc Pemberley walked up the
stairs to the second story of his home, moving so quietly that the
two men assigned to guard a certain door didn’t hear him. Their
names