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“I don’t know, but she must have wondered how faithful he was, especially on the nights when he<br />
came in late and shitfaced. I’m sure she knew that drunks don’t limit their bad behavior to betting the<br />
ponies or tucking five-spots into the cleavages of the waitresses down at the Twist and Shout.”<br />
She put a hand on his arm. “Are you all right? You look exhausted.”<br />
“I’m okay. But you’re not the only one who’s trying to process all this.”<br />
“She died in a car accident,” Lucy said. She had turned from Dan and was looking fixedly at the<br />
bulletin board on the fridge. In the middle was a photograph of Concetta and Abra, who looked about<br />
four, walking hand in hand through a field of daisies. “The man with her was a lot older. And drunk.<br />
They were going fast. Momo didn’t want to tell me, but around the time I turned eighteen, I got<br />
curious and nagged her into giving me at least some of the details. When I asked if my mother was<br />
drunk, too, Chetta said she didn’t know. She said the police have no reason to test passengers who are<br />
killed in fatal accidents, only the driver.” She sighed. “It doesn’t matter. We’ll leave the family stories<br />
for another day. Tell me what’s happened to my daughter.”<br />
He did. At some point, he turned around and saw Dave Stone standing in the doorway, tucking his<br />
shirt into his pants and watching him.<br />
12<br />
Dan started with how Abra had gotten in touch with him, first using Tony as a kind of intermediary.<br />
Then how Abra had come in contact with the True Knot: a nightmare vision of the one she called “the<br />
baseball boy.”<br />
“I remember that nightmare,” Lucy said. “She woke me up, screaming. It had happened before, but<br />
it was the first time in two or three years.”<br />
Dave frowned. “I don’t remember that at all.”<br />
“You were in Boston, at a conference.” She turned to Dan. “Let me see if I’ve got this. These people<br />
aren’t people, they’re . . . what? Some kind of vampires?”<br />
“In a way, I suppose. They don’t sleep in coffins during the day or turn into bats by moonlight, and<br />
I doubt if crosses and garlic bother them, but they’re parasites, and they’re certainly not human.”<br />
“Human beings don’t disappear when they die,” John said flatly.<br />
“You really saw that happen?”<br />
“We did. All three of us.”<br />
“In any case,” Dan said, “the True Knot isn’t interested in ordinary children, only those who have<br />
the shining.”<br />
“Children like Abra,” Lucy said.<br />
“Yes. They torture them before killing them—to purify the steam, Abra says. I keep picturing<br />
moonshiners making white lightning.”<br />
“They want to . . . inhale her,” Lucy said. Still trying to get it straight in her head. “Because she<br />
has the shining.”<br />
“Not just the shining, but a great shining. I’m a flashlight. She’s a lighthouse. And she knows about<br />
them. She knows what they are.”<br />
“There’s more,” John said. “What we did to those men at Cloud Gap . . . as far as this Rose is<br />
concerned, that’s down to Abra, no matter who actually did the killing.”<br />
“What else could she expect?” Lucy asked indignantly. “Don’t they understand self-defense?<br />
Survival?”<br />
“What Rose understands,” Dan said, “is that there’s a little girl who has challenged her.”<br />
“Challenged—?”