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a row? The Golden Sombrero? Dan’s father had had only one notable success: when the moment finally<br />
came—the one the Overlook had been pushing him toward from their first day in the hotel—he had<br />
refused to kill his little boy. If there was a fitting epitaph for him, it would be . . .<br />
“Dan?”<br />
“My father tried,” he said. “That’s the best I can say for him. The most malevolent spirits in his<br />
life came in bottles. If he’d tried AA, things might have been a lot different. But he didn’t. I don’t<br />
think my mother even knew there was such a thing, or she would have suggested he give it a shot. By<br />
the time we went up to the Overlook Hotel, where a friend of his got him a job as the winter<br />
caretaker, his picture could have been next to dry drunk in the dictionary.”<br />
“That’s where the ghosts were?”<br />
“Yes. I saw them. He didn’t, but he felt them. Maybe he had his own shining. Probably he did.<br />
Lots of things are hereditary, after all, not just a tendency toward alcoholism. And they worked on<br />
him. He thought they—the ghostie people—wanted him, but that was just another lie. What they<br />
wanted was the little boy with the great big shine. The same way this True Knot bunch wants Abra.”<br />
He stopped, remembering how Dick, speaking through Eleanor Ouellette’s dead mouth, had<br />
answered when Dan had asked where the empty devils were. In your childhood, where every devil comes<br />
from.<br />
“Dan? Are you okay?”<br />
“Yes,” Dan said. “Anyway, I knew something was wrong in that goddam hotel even before I<br />
stepped through the door. I knew when the three of us were still living pretty much hand-to-mouth<br />
down in Boulder, on the Eastern Slope. But my father needed a job so he could finish a play he was<br />
working on . . .”<br />
7<br />
By the time they reached Adair, he was telling John how the Overlook’s boiler had exploded, and how<br />
the old hotel had burned to the ground in a driving blizzard. Adair was a two-stoplight town, but<br />
there was a Holiday Inn Express, and Dan noted the location.<br />
“That’s where we’ll be checking in a couple of hours from now,” he told John. “We can’t go digging<br />
for treasure in broad daylight, and besides, I’m dead for sleep. Haven’t been getting much lately.”<br />
“All that really happened to you?” John asked in a subdued voice.<br />
“It really did.” Dan smiled. “Think you can believe it?”<br />
“If we find the baseball glove where she says it is, I’ll have to believe a lot of things. Why did you<br />
tell me?”<br />
“Because part of you thinks we’re crazy to be here, in spite of what you know about Abra. Also<br />
because you deserve to know that there are . . . forces. I’ve encountered them before; you haven’t. All<br />
you’ve seen is a little girl who can do assorted psychic parlor tricks like hanging spoons on the ceiling.<br />
This isn’t a boys’ treasure hunt game, John. If the True Knot finds out what we’re up to, we’ll be<br />
pinned to the target right along with Abra Stone. If you decided to bail on this business, I’d make the<br />
sign of the cross in front of you and say go with God.”<br />
“And continue on by yourself.”<br />
Dan tipped him a grin. “Well . . . there’s Billy.”<br />
“Billy’s seventy-three if he’s a day.”<br />
“He’d say that’s a plus. Billy likes to tell people that the good thing about being old is that you<br />
don’t have to worry about dying young.”