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“These bastards have been around a long time,” John said. “Haven’t they? Because the main thing<br />
they take from this steam is longevity.”<br />
“I’m pretty sure that’s right,” Dan said. “And as good Americans, I’m sure they’ve been busy<br />
making money the whole time. Enough to grease wheels a lot bigger than the ones that turn in<br />
Sidewinder. State wheels. Federal wheels.”<br />
“And this Rose . . . she’ll never stop.”<br />
“No.” Dan was thinking of the precognitive vision he’d had of her. The cocked hat. The yawning<br />
mouth. The single tooth. “Her heart is set on your daughter.”<br />
“A woman who stays alive by killing children has no heart,” Dave said.<br />
“Oh, she has one,” Dan said. “But it’s black.”<br />
Lucy stood up. “No more talking. I want to go to her now. Everybody use the bathroom, because<br />
once we leave, we’re not stopping until we get to that motel.”<br />
Dan said, “Does Concetta have a computer? If she does, I need to take a quick peek at something<br />
before we go.”<br />
Lucy sighed. “It’s in her study, and I think you can guess the password. But if you take more than<br />
five minutes, we’re going without you.”<br />
14<br />
Rose lay awake in her bed, stiff as a poker, trembling with steam and fury.<br />
When an engine started up at quarter past two, she heard it. Steamhead Steve and Baba the<br />
Russian. When another started at twenty till four, she heard that one, too. This time it was the Little<br />
twins, Pea and Pod. Sweet Terri Pickford was with them, no doubt looking nervously through the<br />
back window for any sign of Rose. Big Mo had asked to go along—begged to go along—but they had<br />
turned her down because Mo was carrying the disease.<br />
Rose could have stopped them, but why bother? Let them discover what life was like in America on<br />
their own, with no True Knot to protect them in camp or watch their backs while they were on the<br />
road. Especially when I tell Toady Slim to kill their credit cards and empty their rich bank accounts, she<br />
thought.<br />
Toady was no Jimmy Numbers, but he could still take care of it, and at the touch of a button. And<br />
he’d be there to do it. Toady would stick. So would all the good ones . . . or almost all the good ones.<br />
Dirty Phil, Apron Annie, and Diesel Doug were no longer on their way back. They had taken a vote<br />
and decided to head south instead. Deez had told them Rose was no longer to be trusted, and besides,<br />
it was long past time to cut the Knot.<br />
Good luck with that, darling boy, she thought, clenching and unclenching her fists.<br />
Splitting the True was a terrible idea, but thinning the herd was a good one. So let the weaklings<br />
run and the sicklings die. When the bitchgirl was also dead and they had swallowed her steam (Rose<br />
had no more illusions of keeping her prisoner), the twenty-five or so who were left would be stronger<br />
than ever. She mourned Crow, and knew she had no one who could step into his shoes, but Token<br />
Charlie would do the best he could. So would Harpman Sam . . . Bent Dick . . . Fat Fannie and Long<br />
Paul . . . Greedy G, not the brightest bulb, but loyal and unquestioning.<br />
Besides, with the others gone, the steam she still had in storage would go farther and make them<br />
stronger. They would need to be strong.<br />
Come to me, little bitchgirl, Rose thought. See how strong you are when there are two dozen against you. See<br />
how you like it when it’s just you against the True. We’ll eat your steam and lap up your blood. But first, we’ll<br />
drink your screams.