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“Abra got in touch telepathically. She told Rose that she was coming after her.”<br />
“She what?”<br />
“That temper of hers,” Dave said quietly. “I’ve told her a hundred times it would get her in<br />
trouble.”<br />
“She’s not going anywhere near that woman, or her child-killing friends,” Lucy said.<br />
Dan thought: Yes . . . and no. He took Lucy’s hand. She started to pull away, then didn’t.<br />
“The thing you have to understand is really quite simple,” he said. “They will never stop.”<br />
“But—”<br />
“No buts, Lucy. Under other circumstances, Rose still might have decided to disengage—this is<br />
one crafty old she-wolf—but there’s one other factor.”<br />
“Which is?”<br />
“They’re sick,” John said. “Abra says it’s the measles. They might even have caught it from the<br />
Trevor boy. I don’t know if you’d call that divine retribution or just irony.”<br />
“Measles?”<br />
“I know it doesn’t sound like much, but believe me, it is. You know how, in the old days, measles<br />
could run through a whole family of kids? If that’s happening to this True Knot, it could wipe them<br />
out.”<br />
“Good!” Lucy cried. The angry smile on her face was one Dan knew well.<br />
“Not if they think Abra’s supersteam will cure them,” Dave said. “That’s what you need to<br />
understand, hon. This isn’t just a skirmish. To this bitch it’s a fight to the death.” He struggled and<br />
then brought out the rest of it. Because it had to be said. “If Rose gets the chance, she’ll eat our<br />
daughter alive.”<br />
13<br />
Lucy asked, “Where are they? This True Knot, where are they?”<br />
“Colorado,” Dan said. “At a place called the Bluebell Campground in the town of Sidewinder.”<br />
That the site of the campground was the very place where he had once almost died at his father’s hands<br />
was a thing he didn’t want to say, because it would lead to more questions and more cries of<br />
coincidence. The one thing of which Dan was sure was that there were no coincidences.<br />
“This Sidewinder must have a police department,” Lucy said. “We’ll call them and get them on<br />
this.”<br />
“By telling them what?” John’s tone was gentle, nonargumentative.<br />
“Well . . . that . . .”<br />
“If you actually got the cops to go up there to the campground,” Dan said, “they’d find nothing but<br />
a bunch of middle-aged-going-on-older Americans. Harmless RV folks, the kind who always want to<br />
show you pictures of their grandkids. Their papers would all be in apple-pie order, from dog licenses<br />
to land deeds. The police wouldn’t find guns if they managed to get a search warrant—which they<br />
wouldn’t, no probable cause—because the True Knot doesn’t need guns. Their weapons are up here.”<br />
Dan tapped his forehead. “You’d be the crazy lady from New Hampshire, Abra would be your crazy<br />
daughter who ran away from home, and we’d be your crazy friends.”<br />
Lucy pressed her palms to her temples. “I can’t believe this is happening.”<br />
“If you did a search of records, I think you’d find that the True Knot—under whatever name they<br />
might be incorporated—has been very generous to that particular Colorado town. You don’t shit in<br />
your nest, you feather it. Then, if bad times come, you have lots of friends.”