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“I’m not worried about that.”<br />
Fine, Rose thought. I’ll worry for both of us. I’ll worry until I’m looking at her wearing cuffs on her<br />
wrists and clamps on her ankles.<br />
“The beauty of it,” Crow said, “is that if she does sense us and tries to put up an interference wall,<br />
Barry will key on that.”<br />
“If she’s scared enough, she might go to the police.”<br />
He flashed a grin. “You think? ‘Yes, little girl,’ they’d say, ‘we’re sure these awful people are after<br />
you. So tell us if they’re from outer space or just your ordinary garden variety zombies. That way we’ll<br />
know what to look for.’ ”<br />
“Don’t joke, and don’t take this lightly. Get in clean and get out the same way, that’s how it has to<br />
be. No outsiders involved. No innocent bystanders. Kill the parents if you need to, kill anyone who<br />
tries to interfere, but keep it quiet.”<br />
Crow snapped off a comic salute. “Yes, my captain.”<br />
“Get out of here, idiot. But give me another kiss first. Maybe a little of that educated tongue, for<br />
good measure.”<br />
He gave her what she asked for. Rose held him tight, and for a long time.<br />
15<br />
Dan and John rode in silence most of the way back to the motel in Adair. The spade was in the trunk.<br />
The baseball glove was in the backseat, wrapped in a Holiday Inn towel. At last John said, “We’ve got<br />
to bring Abra’s folks into this now. She’s going to hate it and Lucy and David won’t want to believe it,<br />
but it has to be done.”<br />
Dan looked at him, straight-faced, and said: “What are you, a mind-reader?”<br />
John wasn’t, but Abra was, and her sudden loud voice in Dan’s head made him glad that this time<br />
John was driving. If he had been behind the wheel, they very likely would have ended up in some<br />
farmer’s cornpatch.<br />
(NOOOOO!)<br />
“Abra.” He spoke aloud so that John could hear at least his half of the conversation. “Abra, listen to<br />
me.”<br />
(NO, DAN! THEY THINK I’M ALL RIGHT! THEY THINK I’M ALMOST NORMAL NOW!)<br />
“Honey, if these people had to kill your mom and dad to get to you, do you think they’d hesitate? I<br />
sure don’t. Not after what we found back there.”<br />
There was no counterargument she could make to this, and Abra didn’t try . . . but suddenly Dan’s<br />
head was filled with her sorrow and her fear. His eyes welled up again and spilled tears down his<br />
cheeks.<br />
Shit.<br />
Shit, shit, shit.<br />
16<br />
Early Thursday morning.<br />
Steamhead Steve’s Winnebago, with Snakebite Andi currently behind the wheel, was cruising<br />
eastbound on I-80 in western Nebraska at a perfectly legal sixty-five miles an hour. The first streaks<br />
of dawn had just begun to show on the horizon. In Anniston it was two hours later. Dave Stone was in