He wandered off to the swimming pool. Most were empty: only a few dishes, half a dozen glasses, a small clatter of flatware. Standing in sunshine that the weight of the day had condensed from white glare into honey-gold, backdropped by the forms and shadows of the laurels, he looked as grim as the giant photo of Timothy McVeigh on his study wall. I picked up one of the paperback romance novels. They had planned long and carefully. Usually he had both arms, but occasionally his left arm was missing. As I walked to Terri's Mustang, Tom stood at a showroom window, vigorously and clownishly waving good-bye with his severed arm. I heard they blew up his cow." I spent the money on an inexpensive but quite listenable music system. I might be as crazy as a laboratory rat that has been fed a diet of psychosis-inducing toxins and forced to watch TV "reality" shows that explore in detail the daily lives of washed-up supermodels and aging rock stars. But right now I don't have any handle to pick him up." "Not many He didn't go to the closet to dress. All breeds that exist to this date have been "mixed" with something to create that breed. "Good. Ride shotgun, give me cover. We could drive to Vegas." Then payment comes due for the promises you didn't keep. Now, through the open door, secondhand movement was visible: a farrago of leaping shadows and flares of shimmery light. So I loop her in, telling her all that has happened to me recently Elvis hangs out with me more than he used to. We spoke only of those things that did not disturb her or make her feel obliged to offer guidance. After a shower, I always leave it open because the bathroom has a single small window, hardly more Page 147 than a porthole, and an exhaust fan that makes all the noise of - but stirs less air than - a drum set hammered by a heavy-metal musician. "No, sir." Stormy asked. From what I've observed on other occasions, my sense of it is he misses his mother, Gladys, and wants to be with her." That's really something." The music actually originated from a CD, but on his show, Shamus uses the slang of the 1930s and '40s. If Robertson's tattoo marked him with one of the devil's many names, then Simon Varner's put him in the same club. FORTY-NINE SOUVENIRS. In fact, I felt nothing unusual. I would have been surprised if he hadn't gone down cold. Five of them were in the room. 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Sooner than later, I looked at her, felt terrible, and said, "I'm so sorry" "I'm not afraid of sex," she said. I wondered how long he had lived here, who he pretended to be, and what the hell his intentions were. "Yeah, it makes everything sweeter." This was a labor of the heart, a passion almost spiritual in its purity and intensity. I thought it through carefully and had some of both." And closer to Heaven. "Every day I work toward it is the dream. On a particularly dispiriting night when I was sixteen, I found myself chained to a pair of dead men and dumped off a boat inMaloSuerteLake . She walked toward the front of the property. The hole that Kelsey left has become more comforting to her than any patch with which she could close it. Now he was wearing black slacks, a dressy tweed sport coat, white shirt, black tie, and black pocket handkerchief, an outfit from (as Terri Stambaugh later told me) It Happened at the World's Fair. I have no doubt that those inky forms roamed the Tolliver house throughout that bloody weekend, invisible to the victims and to the killer alike, slinking from room to room as the scene of the action shifted. I switched off the phone. They were worried that even a five-minute visit would put too much strain on me, but I pleaded, and they let her come into the ICU. Chocolate doughnuts." Like my father, she knows nothing of my supernatural gift. "We'll just cruise and see what happens." "Not this one." If I'd seen him with bodachs in attendance, I might have realized what a monster he was, Because they might take fingerprints, I hurriedly gathered the scraps of foil that had wrapped the towelettes and shoved them in a pocket of my jeans. "It's Elvis," I explained. "Yes, it did," she said. "Yes, ma'am," I said. If Eckles knew, then word would get around; it might already be on the police-department grapevine. SIXTY-FIVE MY WOUNDS PROVED TO BE NOT AS BAD AS I HAD FEARED in the ICU, and the doctor discharged me from County General the following Wednesday, one week to the day after the events at the mall. "Oh, Wizard, surely you don't think I need meditation when I've got Count Basie and Satchmo and Artie Shaw." She snipped off eight inches of stem with the bloom. "No. And along the windless street, only my shadow moved. She had a cell phone of her own, and she entered Wyatt Porter's home number as I gave it to her. "You're okay now. So vulnerable. He would welcome me to the payroll and would no doubt treat me as a surrogate son. Page 90 Turning to see three pigeons swooping into the belfry and to their roost in the rafters above the bells, I bumped into Stormy as she rose with two small containers. When this brittle rain of stainless steel rang to the floor behind me, I dared to lower my arms. We spun, we looked, but saw no wreckage. For the moment, the third remained in Burke &Bailey's. When blood is spilled in quantity you can smell it: This is not a foul odor when fresh, but subtle and crisp and terrifying. This is not pride talking. In Robertson's livid chest, the oozing wound opened before me as if it were a black hole and I were an astronaut in deep space, drawing me with irresistible gravity into its depths, to oblivion. I shook my head. The visual stimulation of those frozen trophies might not always satisfy. On my previous visit, I had considered the small address book to be of little value, but this time I paged through it with interest. Herman, her sisters, her nieces, her nephews had been the center of her life. "That's all right," I said. Or so I hoped. "Yes." The first novel featuring such a detective won an Edgar Award, the mystery genre's equivalent of an Oscar. From the living room, I saw Stormy in the kitchen, and I went to her side. When the body of Bob Robertson was eventually found in that Quonset hut, Izzy would most likely be the technician meticulously sifting the scene for evidence. Thank you all for your interest of our irresistible babies. "Let's get down from here." One hand still on the wheel, Harlo looked away from me, through the windshield, as if willing thePontiac to move. "I didn't claim he was gay. She would be better advised to worry about two facts: first, that she has been with my father for five months; second, that the average duration of one of his affairs is six to nine months. Her confusion, her fear, her humiliation, her shame were too easy for me to imagine. Trust in fate. Quietly crazy, because she had lived her entire life quietly and knew no other way to be. To the right, I could see the moonlit stairs framed in slices by the slats of the blind. "Elvis was in the army then," she said, hesitating only to chew a bite of her grilled-cheese sandwich. I gave each of the girls a hug. Once he even winked at me, conspiratorially. The hard-driving rocker who sang "Blue Suede Shoes" wears a cocky smile and even a sneer better than he does tears. Her twinkly eyes, here the size of lemons, seemed to glitter maniacally. "I'm an olfactory delight." "You've got a talent." He stuck his arm all the way out of the window and waved the SUV around him. At the top of the spiral stairs, a door opened to the belfry A carillon of three bronze bells, all large but of different sizes, hung from the ceiling in the center of this lofty space. I wouldn't be able to reach it without going through Robertson. Two hamburgers with onions, cheese, and bacon. Being dead and therefore indifferent to my problems, Robertson could not be expected to make my job easier; however, I was surprised when he resisted being hauled out of the tub. But not adults. Past her, on a far counter, smoke poured from a toaster. I felt as if I might throw up. I was not surprised. "Oh, yes," he said with undisguised sarcasm, "your T-shirts and jeans are such a unique fashion statement." He must have been surprised when his companion drew a gun on him. I know this is not the case. "Loop me in, odd one. She offered a churro to me. MAINTENANCE OFFICE. I drove from the Church of the Whispering Comet back into Pico Mundo, from the company of a gunshot stranger to the bad news about a gunshot friend. The fearsome trio to the right of me, as one, traded menace for perplexity. "Why do you think I sometimes call you Pooh?" I need a face or a name for focus, but then I'm better than a bloodhound. I didn't want to see a newspaper. The lingering incense smelled not sweet, as before, but had a new astringency and the votive flames throbbed with the urgency of arterial aneurysms about to burst. Keep busy, Granny Sugars used to say, even if with poker, fighting, and fast cars, because idleness will get you in worse trouble. I didn't ask what she meant by that because I thought perhaps I knew. - he wears the same thing every day, he's friends with every loser geek in town, he's a wannabe cop like a water boy hanging around a football team, and he's just a major freak - " "You won't get an argument from me," I said. This one seeped through the thread-thin gap between the glass door and the metal jamb. Standing there, gazing up, I didn't realize that the crow was an omen, or that Poe's famous verse would, in fact, serve as the key to unlock its meaning. This constitutes a challenge to which the animal will respond aggressively. Stormy Llewellyn was alive; the promise of Gypsy Mummy would be fulfilled. I stopped, confused. Certain fourteen-year-old boys, yes, because some of them were washed half loose from reason by shifting tides of hormones. It is human nature to want to believe in the wizardry of the magician - but also to turn against him and to scorn him the moment that he commits the slightest error that reveals his trickery. Page 92 In the apocalyptic crimson light, I could see that his creepy but previously reliable smile had deserted him. My instinct is a winning coach, and when it said Batter up, I didn't argue that I wasn't ready for the game. If the true first year of the new millennium, 2001, had not been good for the world in general, it had been bleak for Rosalia Sanchez in particular, beginning with the loss of her husband, Herman, on a night in April. Down on the darkening grass, Robertson had thus far stood with his arms at his sides, a slump-shoulder hulk. Page 29 She wasn't finished: "Clean up the kitchen, plus midnight whistle-berries with zeppelins." Page 85 Standing at the open front door, he said, "Give Stormy a kiss for me." With half an hour remaining before sunset on this Tuesday in August, the western sky blazed orange, steadily deepening toward red, as though the sun were wounded and bleeding in its retreat. People were looking at us. "Somehow it's too strange getting tongue in church." Before I reached it, the pack leader would be on my back, its teeth in my neck, and the others would be tearing at my legs, dragging me down. I blotted them on my jeans. "I'll be the first." Consequently, the steering wheel had grown too hot to touch. Because the heart had stopped functioning in an instant, little blood had escaped the body. In the fourth room, both small windows were intact. She had been stooping to retrieve the cheese and crackers from the picnic hamper. The kids were checking out Rollerblades, skateboards. And in the second case, I have less control and I'm more likely to be unpleasantly surprised." "Still works." I needed more time and calmer circumstances to think. The pearlized buttons proved slippery. Currently, a quarter will get you just a newspaper, and you won't want to read anything in it unless you're a sadist, a masochist, or a suicidally lonely wretch desperate to find true love in the personal ads. Aware that I was coming, he kicked harder. I returned to the study and switched on the computer. If they knew that I can see their kind, I might be in danger. "The poor guy's already struck out with you, hasn't he?" If you have a problem you need to talk about, then let's talk." Later that year, still mourning her husband, she had not gone with her three sisters and their families on a long-planned vacation to New England. At that threshold, the air grew so chilled that I could see my breath, a pale plume. All rights reserved. The panicked throng surged past me, and I found myself among a scattering of victims, all on the ground, dead and wounded, fewer than I expected, but too many. "No. Life, Stormy says, is not about how fast you run or even with what degree of grace. "You didn't tell the chief he might show up here?" Please, Oddie, don't be so sure. Like crocodiles. "I was born that way." The shoes I wore had never been peed on, and I hoped to keep them that way. Low to the ground, twenty or thirty feet away, they watched me with unmistakable hunger. Maybe her legs were weak. "She won't. THE DEAD LUNGS of the desert no longer exhaled the lazy breeze that had accompanied Stormy and me on our walk to her apartment. Insane as he might be, he would nonetheless have some intuition of his own. copied, duplicated or linked to from any other site without Beefy arms. Some flowers offered sun-pricked petals of blood in bursting sprays. I hate injustice more. These little Rollie Pollies are hard not to fall in LOVE with. No spirit, however evil, can harm a living person merely by touch. His gaze fixed intently on a distant vision, as though in the final instant of existence, he had glimpsed something more startling and far more terrifying than just the face of his killer. "Public Enemy was made in 1931. Maybe I would survive, subdue him, call the chief, and thereby put an end to this. "I've got other shipments due," he said. Taller than me, stronger than me, trained in every possible method to subdue an aggressive citizen, he enjoyed all the advantages - except a sixth sense. As a child, she had been sweet, playful, affectionate. To simplify my life, I keep no bank accounts and pay only cash; therefore, I have no credit cards. I said, "This one's really bad, sir. In spooky movies, do you rail at the beleaguered characters to get the hell out of the haunted house, to get smart and leave? Moving too quickly to give it a chance to bite, I backhanded the spider. I passed among racks, carts, carousels, bins, boxes, and drums of merchandise, everything from women's party dresses to culinary gadgets to sporting goods. But the spiral stairs were enclosed, and I couldn't see all the way to the bottom, only as far as the continuously curving walls allowed. And every time, I am surprised that he seems so fragile in spite of his formidable bulk. P. Oswald Boone has sternly instructed me to keep the tone light. First whiff - herbal. "Maybe because I've had a prophetic dream in which I was shot." Two multiplex cinemas with a total of twenty screens serve the greater Pico Mundo area. Some think that I hang around Wyatt Porter because I'm a cop wannabe. Then I returned to the armchair where I had been seated before the cat hissed so alarmingly. The fact that she wanted so much to prove that we share a destiny only deepens my love for her. "Is this not pathetic, Odd, what some ill-educated fool has done? This view contains some truth. As we walked to Stormy's apartment, we remained alert, half expecting Bob Robertson to pop like a jack-in-the-box from behind a parked car, out of a doorway. "I thought I might go bowling." But this did not mean that Robertson had been there in the flesh. "Robertson." "Who could hear?" All he did was just clasp my right hand in both of his and squeeze it twice - " "Twice!" With the open window at my back, I suddenly felt vulnerable to an extent that made the skin pucker on the nape of my neck. Her mark is identical to mine except that it is brown and on the sweet slope of her right breast. You have to check the laces regularly." Grass? Even sociopaths like Bob Robertson and Page 202 his unknown pal, as enthralled by violence and as crackbrained as they were, must have some clarity of perception, surely enough to see the absurdity of such Halloween games. At the fourth-floor nurses' station, none of the women on duty recognized the item that I'd found in Robertson's wallet. Here in the summer desert, winter found my blood. When I turned the corner half a block from the Porter address, I was surprised to see lights on in several houses at that late hour. The moistened paper had a lemony fragrance. "Son, you sure complicate my life." "What do you do on a day off - go out there and moon around at the tire store?" Not hundreds of bodachs. In the bedroom, I turned down the bedclothes, took off my shoes, and stretched out atop the thin blanket, waiting for Stormy She has furnished her humble home with items from thrift shops run by Goodwill and the Salvation Army; however, the look is neither shabby nor without character. The kitchen had no such window units. As if they had become aware of my gift. Because she enjoyed having her encyclopedic knowledge tested, I said, "Nineteen sixty-three." He has a voice that makes Barry White and James Earl Jones sound like carnival barkers with strep throat. I bet you play like a dream." Page 201 The morning heat was not the sole cause of my sweat. Farther toward the back of the lot, sun falls unfiltered, allowing a rose garden. You first." For too long, I hesitated in the doorway, uncertain what I should do. With evident distaste, she stared at the fingers with which she had traced the dots. As we passed the choir enclosure and ascended the ambulatory toward the high altar, I glanced back less and proceeded with greater caution. As Stormy and I arrived at Gypsy Mummy, another couple fed a quarter to the machine. "Don't make me call you Mulder," she warned. Her psychological engine didn't have a go-easy gear. Perhaps he suspected that I was wedging the door shut with my body and that I would snap the lock in place the instant that he tried to shove into the sacristy. Well, yes it is, but this is the pride of accomplishment, rather than vanity or boastfulness. No one is more restless than a short-order cook at loose ends Page 46 NINE CAMP'S END IS NOT A TOWN IN ITSELF BUT A NEIGHBORhood of Pico Mundo that is the living memory of hard times even when the rest of our community is experiencing an economic boom. Surprised to discover that I had the agility and the balance of a monkey, albeit a wet monkey, I scrambled off the stairs, onto the railing. Page 241 "Why aren't you with them?" Cupping her right hand as though she still held the shell, Penny brought it to her ear. "Were there other victims?" Two stood in front of the Chevy, perhaps fourteen feet away. If I were you, I'd have gone crazy years ago." A thought occurred to me - which happens more often than some people might suppose and certainly more often than I would prefer - whereupon I switched the light on again and went to the bank of file cabinets. I required a certain balance to the instrument. Izzy works for the Maravilla County Sheriff's Department crime lab, which contracts its services to the Pico Mundo police. I never saw one of them shadowing Harlo Landerson in the days before he murdered Penny Kallisto. I can cruise at random and find who I need to find in this case Robertson or he'll be drawn to me if he wants to be, sometimes even if he doesn't. These are not prophetic dreams. Considering how fast my heart was racing and my mind was spinning, the last thing that I needed was sugar, but I took the pastry. On the first occasion, a thoroughly nasty man was aiming a spear gun at the chief's crotch from a distance of just two feet, and the second occasion was much more unnerving than that. The lunch rush had passed. Rosalia's biggest fear is that on the same day when her loved ones are made visible again, she herself will vanish. I knew that beyond lay the east churchyard, the one without tombstones, and a flagstone path leading to the rectory where her uncle lived. We'll nosh. Surely he had worried that someone in the nearby house might have seen him entering with his victim or departing alone. Most people in Pico Mundo had assumed that the services at the Church of the Whispering Comet would one day culminate in a communion with poisoned Kool-Aid and hundreds of deaths. He'd had so much that he wanted to say to Mary - how she had always brought out the best in him, how he loved her - but he couldn't write down his feelings with the subtlety and the range of emotion that he could have expressed in speech. When I tried the car trunk, I found it locked. Besides, the batteries in my flashlight most likely wouldn't last an hour. I have had enough impure thoughts to destroy the ozone layer. characteristics and temperament qualities while breeding away from "People change when they die. "That's not fair to her, Oddie. As far as I could tell, no marked or unmarked police vehicle was parked along either avenue. Is there anywhere here I can get a shower?" A great deal of phenomenal experience has fostered in me a flexibility of the mind and imagination that some might call madness, This flexibility allowed me to adjust to these events and accept the reality of time travel more quickly than you would have done, which does not reflect badly on you, considering that you would have been wise enough to get the hell out of the house. Although he'd been murdered in my apartment, he must know that I hadn't pulled the trigger. "Describe it your way, and some weasel customers will eat the whole thing and then ask for their money back because there weren't chunks of coconut in it. She had used so much Purell that I could smell the ethyl alcohol evaporating. I chewed two antacid tablets. We were in a family room. I could not smell freshly brewed coffee. I glanced toward the back of the house. The rough exterior was brown and white, the polished interior shone pearly pink. She had sewn the chintz curtains and the slipcovers that made old upholstered furniture look new. One of the benefits of living in a single room - the armchair a few steps from the bed, the bed a few steps from the refrigerator - is that the search for an intruder takes less than a minute. Bring Elvis." I'm not a cop, you know. He read it aloud: "A cold wind blows, and each night seems to last a thousand years." Crashed across the porch. "It's not going to be the equal of my tower feast." She looked over her shoulder, and I reached out to her, and she was gone. I dropped the shell, went to her side, and waited with her. I have no idea why the King of Rock-'n'-Roll has not moved on to the Other Side but continues, after so many years, to haunt this world. As a young child, I had realized that if I complicated her life with the truth of my condition, the strain of this knowledge would be the death of her. Those who fail the test simply cease to exist. Your cookies are the best." Later she might ask someone to walk with her to her car, but that's all." With hard words and cold indifference, she can turn away anyone she chooses, but sometimes those weapons have not been sufficiently effective in our turbulent relationship. "It wasn't your fault. "It flipped." "He hasn't returned home to Camp's End yet," the chief said, "so he's out and about. Nevertheless, I could see well enough to determine that no source existed for a sullen red light either in the center of this humble space or in any corner. Her saintly face found a frown of disapproval. Delayed gratification had never felt so good. Britney stepped behind my father, pressing her nearly naked body against him. Leaving everything as I had found it, I rose from the desk and went to the door. He wore a short-sleeve shirt, exposing his massive forearms. He threw open the driver's door and fled. Of the many books that he has written, four have been about art, so he ought to know what he's talking about. Like the Olde English Bulldogge the Now, across the keyboard of my mind played arpeggios of those three sentiments. Viola regarded me with too much respect, perhaps even awe. "Where's your driver," he asked. English Bantam Bulldogge "I mean, I'd like to understand it - what it is, how it works." The wounded, their privacy. I will come back to you with no punctures, no scrapes, no dents. I checked my watch. Viola's smooth satin brow became brown corduroy. I know more about the mysteries of the universe than do those of you who cannot see the lingering dead, but I do not understand more than a tiny fraction of the truth of our existence. Well-oiled and efficiently counterweighted, the panel rose smoothly and quickly out of the way. Chief Porter conspired to have me and Stormy conveyed secretly in the department's beige undercover van, the same one from which Eckles had watched Stormy's apartment that night. Prince of Darkness. I couldn't find a way to induce the Takuda family to change their Wednesday plans. smaller compact stature yet maintained the traditional "bully" The rest of the afternoon as well as the evening lay ahead. Robertson had moved to Pico Mundo from San Diego and purchased the house in Camp's End ahead of his two collaborators. She was only forty-six." Surveying the geometric shadows of pews, aisles, and colonnades, she whispered, "He's closer than you think. Aware that I was as fixated on him as he was on me, he now raised his right arm almost as if in a Nazi salute. The weary dog that had slouched along the street the day before now traveled it again, head held low, tail lower than its head. "Was it with such pathetic tricks that you slid through high school?" From time to time I would be aware of God and His angels looking down upon me from the sky of this new world. We had left the lights on in the tower. The ligature marks were gone from her neck. "We're sort of hiding out here but no, not a sign of him." "Surprise me." "When I'm old enough to buy my own clothes," she told me, I'll wear nothing but pink, pink, pink, every day, all year, forever." the chief asked. Someone went purely berserk in there." Numerous specialty shops occupied the two levels between those leviathans. Fenced with open chain-link on which grew no vines or other screening vegetation, the backyard offered Page 64 no privacy to a murderer with an inconvenient corpse on his hands. "They've all gotten new uniforms." Their first intention had been to kill him and his mother for whatever valuables might be in their house - but when they discovered that Robertson was eager to bankroll what he called nasty news, they formed a partnership with him. If supernatural entities were present, they were not evident. Both sacristy doors had been locked from the inside. All the people who know my secret - that I see the dead - were here together. The chief sighed. I half expected to find that Fungus Man had returned and that he was staring at the only part of me now visible from out there: my hooked fingers desperately clutching the casing. "I want to find a way, too." The pervasive chill was inexplicable because even in the Mojave, where air conditioning was essential, a house as old and as humble as this rarely had central cooling. Pleased to be alive that Tuesday morning, on the dark side of the dawn, I switched on my nightstand lamp and surveyed the chamber that served as my bedroom, living room, kitchen, and dining room. Instead of going to the blue front door and making a greater spectacle of myself, I sought the shadows of the carport and knocked on the side door that Fungus Man had used. I suspect they don't belong here, that a realm of eternal darkness is their intended home. Needing a name to put to Robertson's collaborator, I could think of no place in a kitchen likely to contain such information. Not to the movies, not anywhere." Folk medicine offers a reliable cure." I, on the other hand, am more familiar with his activities since his death.
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