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thing was. I think. I don’t know that part for sure, but sometimes I use my hand that way.”<br />
“And that’s why they killed him?”<br />
“I’m sure of it,” Dan said.<br />
“For what? Some kind of ESP vitamin? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?”<br />
No one replied.<br />
“And they know Abra’s on to them?”<br />
“They know.” She raised her head. Her cheeks were flushed and wet with tears. “They don’t know<br />
my name or where I live, but they know there is a me.”<br />
“Then we need to go to the police,” Dave said. “Or maybe . . . I guess we’d want the FBI in a case<br />
like this. They might have trouble believing it at first, but if the body’s there—”<br />
Dan said, “I won’t tell you that’s a bad idea until we see what Abra can do with the baseball glove,<br />
but you need to think pretty carefully about the consequences. For me, for John, for you and your wife,<br />
and most of all for Abra.”<br />
“I don’t see what kind of trouble you and John could possibly—”<br />
John shifted impatiently in his chair. “Come on, David. Who found the body? Who dug it up and<br />
then buried it again, after taking a piece of evidence the forensics people would no doubt consider<br />
vital? Who brought that piece of evidence halfway across the country so an eighth-grader could use it<br />
like a Ouija board?”<br />
Although he hadn’t meant to, Dan joined in. They were ganging up, and in other circumstances he<br />
might have felt bad about that, but not in these. “Your family’s already in crisis, Mr. Stone. Your<br />
grandmother-in-law is dying, your wife’s grieving and exhausted. This thing will hit the newspapers<br />
and the internet like a bomb. Wandering clan of murderers versus a supposedly psychic little girl.<br />
They’ll want her on TV, you’ll say no, and that will just make them hungrier. Your street will turn<br />
into an open-air studio, Nancy Grace will probably move in next door, and in a week or two the whole<br />
media mob will be yelling hoax at the top of its lungs. Remember Balloon Boy Dad? That’s apt to be<br />
you. Meanwhile, these folks will still be out there.”<br />
“So who’s supposed to protect my little girl if they come after her? You two? A doctor and a<br />
hospice orderly? Or are you just a janitor?”<br />
You don’t even know about the seventy-three-year-old groundskeeper standing watch down the street, Dan<br />
thought, and had to smile. “I’m a little of both. Look, Mr. Stone—”<br />
“Seeing as how you and my daughter are great pals, I guess you better call me Dave.”<br />
“Okay, Dave it is. I guess what you do next depends on whether or not you’re willing to gamble on<br />
law enforcement believing her. Especially when she tells them that the Winnebago People are lifesucking<br />
vampires.”<br />
“Christ,” Dave said. “I can’t tell Lucy about this. She’ll blow a fuse. All her fuses.”<br />
“That would seem to answer the question about whether or not to call the police,” John remarked.<br />
There was silence for a moment. Somewhere in the house a clock was ticking. Somewhere outside, a<br />
dog was barking.<br />
“The earthquake,” Dave said suddenly. “That little earthquake. Was that you, Abby?”<br />
“I’m pretty sure,” she whispered.<br />
Dave hugged her, then stood up and took the towel off the baseball glove. He held it, looking it<br />
over. “They buried him with it,” he said. “They abducted him, tortured him, murdered him, and then<br />
buried him with his baseball glove.”<br />
“Yes,” Dan said.<br />
Dave turned to his daughter. “Do you really want to touch this thing, Abra?”<br />
She held out her hands and said, “No. But give it to me anyway.”