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“Does Abra know where the woman is?”<br />
“All she knows is that when this contact—this mutual seeing—occurred, the woman was in a<br />
Sam’s Supermarket. That puts it somewhere out West, but there are Sams in at least nine states.”<br />
“Including Iowa?”<br />
Dan shook his head.<br />
“Then I don’t see what we can accomplish by going there.”<br />
“We can get the glove,” Dan said. “Abra thinks if she has the glove, she can link to the man who<br />
had it on his hand for a little while. She calls him Barry the Chunk.”<br />
John sat with his head lowered, thinking. Dan let him do it.<br />
“All right,” John said at last. “This is crazy, but I’ll buy it. Given what I know of Abra’s history<br />
and given my own history with you, it’s actually kind of hard not to. But if this woman doesn’t know<br />
where Abra is, might it not be wiser to leave things alone? Don’t kick a sleeping dog and all that?”<br />
“I don’t think this dog’s asleep,” Dan said. “These<br />
(empty devils)<br />
freaks want her for the same reason they wanted the Trevor boy—I’m sure Billy’s right about that.<br />
Also, they know she’s a danger to them. To put it in AA terms, she has the power to break their<br />
anonymity. And they may have resources we can only guess at. Would you want a patient of yours to<br />
live in fear, month after month and maybe year after year, always expecting some sort of paranormal<br />
Manson Family to show up and snatch her off the street?”<br />
“Of course not.”<br />
“These assholes live on children like her. Children like I was. Kids with the shining.” He stared<br />
grimly into John Dalton’s face. “If it’s true, they need to be stopped.”<br />
Billy said, “If I’m not going to Iowa, what am I supposed to do?”<br />
“Let’s put it this way,” Dan said. “You’re going to get very familiar with Anniston in the week<br />
ahead. In fact, if Casey will give you time off, you’re going to stay at a motel there.”<br />
5<br />
Rose finally entered the meditative state she had been seeking. The hardest thing to let go of had been<br />
her worries about Grampa Flick, but she finally got past them. Got above them. Now she cruised<br />
within herself, repeating the old phrases—sabbatha hanti and lodsam hanti and cahanna risone hanti—<br />
over and over again, her lips barely moving. It was too early to seek the troublesome girl, but now<br />
that she’d been left alone and the world was quiet, both inside and out, she was in no hurry.<br />
Meditation for its own sake was a fine thing. Rose went about gathering her tools and focusing her<br />
concentration, working slowly and meticulously.<br />
Sabbatha hanti, lodsam hanti, cahanna risone hanti: words that had been old when the True Knot<br />
moved across Europe in wagons, selling peat turves and trinkets. They had probably been old when<br />
Babylon was young. The girl was powerful, but the True was all-powerful, and Rose anticipated no<br />
real problem. The girl would be asleep, and Rose would move with quiet stealth, picking up<br />
information and planting suggestions like small explosives. Not just one worm, but a whole nest of<br />
them. Some the girl might detect, and disable.<br />
Others, not.<br />
6<br />
Abra spoke with her mother on the phone for almost forty-five minutes that night after she’d finished