Part 28 (1/2)

'What I show you will be for our purposes rather than theirs,' Dan said. 'And by the way, talking about the President of Harvard-or the Raggedy Man, if you prefer-showing up in person is probably a mistake. Maybe a bad one. He's really no more than a pseudopod that the group mind, the overflock, puts out front to do business with ordinary normies and special insane normies like us. I theorize that there are overflocks all over the world now, and each may have put forward such a pseudopod. Maybe even more than one. But don't make the mistake of thinking that when you're talking to your Raggedy Man you're talking to an actual actual man. You're talking to the flock.' man. You're talking to the flock.'

'Why don't you show us what he wants us to see?' Clay asked. He had to work to sound calm. His mind was roaring. The one clear thought in it was that if he could get to his son before Johnny got to Kashwak-and whatever was going on there-he might still have a chance to save him. Rationality told him that Johnny must be in Kashwak already, but another voice (and it wasn't entirely irrational) said something might have held up Johnny and whatever group he was traveling with. Or they might have gotten cold feet. It was possible. It was even possible that nothing more sinister than segregation was going on up there in TR-90, that the phone-people were just creating a rez for normies. In the end, he supposed it went back to what Jordan had said, quoting Headmaster Ardai: the mind could calculate, but the spirit yearned.

'Come this way,' Dan said. 'It's not far.' He produced a flashlight and began walking up the shoulder of Route 11-North with the beam aimed at his feet.

'Pardon me if I don't go,' Denise said. 'I've seen. Once was enough.'

'I think this was supposed to please you, in a way,' Dan said. 'Of course it was also supposed to underline the point-to my little group as well as yours-that the phoners are now the ones with the power, and they are to be obeyed.' He stopped. 'Here we are; in this particular sleep-o-gram, the President of Harvard made very sure we all saw the dog, so we couldn't get the wrong house.' The flashlight beam nailed a roadside mailbox with a collie painted on the side. 'I'm sorry Jordan has to see this, but it's probably best that you know what you're dealing with.' He raised his flashlight higher. Ray joined his beam to Dan's. They lit up the front of a modest one-story wooden house, sitting neatly on a postage stamp of lawn.

Gunner had been crucified between the living room window and the front door. He was naked except for a pair of bloodstained Joe Boxers. Nails big enough to be rail spikes jutted from his hands, feet, forearms, and knees. Maybe they were were rail spikes, Clay thought. Sitting splay-legged at Gunner's feet was Harold. Like Alice when they met her, Harold was wearing a bib of blood, but his hadn't come from his nose. The wedge of gla.s.s he'd used to cut his throat after crucifying his running buddy still twinkled in one hand. rail spikes, Clay thought. Sitting splay-legged at Gunner's feet was Harold. Like Alice when they met her, Harold was wearing a bib of blood, but his hadn't come from his nose. The wedge of gla.s.s he'd used to cut his throat after crucifying his running buddy still twinkled in one hand.

Hung around Gunner's neck on a loop of string was a piece of cardboard with three words scrawled on it in dark capital letters: JUSt.i.tIA EST COMMODATUM. JUSt.i.tIA EST COMMODATUM.

9.

'Incase you don't read Latin-' Dan Hartwick began.

'I remember enough from high school to read that,' Tom said. ' Justice is served.' This is for killing Alice. For daring to touch one of the untouchables.'

'Right you are,' Dan said, snapping off his light. Ray did the same. 'It also serves as a warning to others. And they they didn't kill them, although they most certainly could have.' didn't kill them, although they most certainly could have.'

'We know,' Clay said. 'They took reprisals in Gaiten after we burned their flock.'

'They did the same in Nashua,' Ray said somberly. 'I'll remember the screams until my dyin day. f.u.c.kin horrible. This s.h.i.+t is, too.' He gestured toward the dark shape of the house. 'They got the little one to crucify the big one, and the big one to hold still for it. And when it was done, they got the little one to cut his own throat.'

'It's like with the Head,' Jordan said, and took Clay's hand.

'That's the power of their minds,' Ray said, 'and Dan thinks that's part of what's sendin everybody north to Kashwak-maybe part of what kept us us movin north even when we told ourselves it was only to show you this and persuade you to hook up with us. You know?' movin north even when we told ourselves it was only to show you this and persuade you to hook up with us. You know?'

Clay said, 'Did the Raggedy Man tell you about my son?'

'No, but if he had I'm sure it would have been that he's with the other normies, and that you and he will have a happy reunion in Kashwak,' Dan said. 'You know, just forget about those dreams of standing on a platform while the President tells the cheering crowd you're insane, that ending's not for you, it can't be for you. I'm sure by now you've thought of all the possible happy-ending scenarios, the chief one being how Kashwak and who knows how many other cell phone dead zones are the normie equivalent of wildlife refuges, places where folks who didn't get a blast on the day of the Pulse will be left alone. I think what your young friend said about the chute leading to the slaughterhouse is far more likely, but even supposing normies are are to be left alone up there, do you think the phoners will forgive people like us? The flock-killers?' to be left alone up there, do you think the phoners will forgive people like us? The flock-killers?'

Clay had no answer for this.

In the dark, Dan looked at his watch again. 'It's gone three,' he said. 'Let's walk back. Denise will have us packed up by now. The time has come when we've either got to part company or decide to go on together.'

But when you talk about going on together, you're asking me to part company from my son, Clay thought. And that he would never do unless he discovered Johnny-Gee was dead. Clay thought. And that he would never do unless he discovered Johnny-Gee was dead.

Or changed.

10.

'How can you hope to get west?' Clay asked as they walked back to the junction sign. 'The nights still may be ours for a while, but the days belong to them, and you see what they can do.'

'I'm almost positive we can keep them out of our heads when we're awake,' Dan said. 'It takes a little work, but it can be done. We'll sleep in s.h.i.+fts, at least for a while. A lot depends on keeping away from the flocks.'

'Which means getting into western New Hamps.h.i.+re and then into Vermont as fast as we can,' Ray said. 'Away from built-up areas.' He shone his light on Denise, who was reclining on the sleeping bags. 'We set, darlin?'

'All set,' she said. 'I just wish you'd let me carry something.'

'You're carryin your kid,' Ray said fondly. 'That's enough. And we can leave the sleepin bags.'

Dan said, 'There are places where driving may actually make sense. Ray thinks some of the back roads could be clear for as much as a dozen miles at a stretch. We've got good maps.' He dropped to one knee and shouldered his pack, looking up at Clay with a small and bitter half-smile as he did it. 'I know the chances aren't good; I'm not a fool, in case you wondered. But we wiped out two of their flocks, killed hundreds of them, and I don't want to wind up on one of those platforms.'

'We've got something else going for us,' Tom said. Clay wondered if Tom realized he'd just put himself in the Hartwick camp. Probably. He was far from stupid. 'They want us alive.'

'Right,' Dan said. 'We might really make it. This is still early times for them, Clay-they're still weaving their net, and I'm betting there are plenty of holes in it.'

'h.e.l.l, they haven't even changed their clothes yet,' Denise said. Clay admired her. She looked like she was six months along, maybe more, but she was a tough little thing. He wished Alice could have met her.

'We could could slip through,' Dan said. 'Cross into Canada from Vermont or New York, maybe. Five is better than three, but six would be better than five-three to sleep, three to stand watch in the days, fight off the bad telepathy. Our own little flock. So what do you say?' slip through,' Dan said. 'Cross into Canada from Vermont or New York, maybe. Five is better than three, but six would be better than five-three to sleep, three to stand watch in the days, fight off the bad telepathy. Our own little flock. So what do you say?'

Clay shook his head slowly. 'I'm going after my son.'

'Think it over, Clay,' Tom said. 'Please.' 'Please.'

'Let him alone,' Jordan said. 'He's made up his mind.' He put his arms around Clay and hugged him. 'I hope you find him,' he said. 'But even if you do, I guess you'll never find us again.'

'Sure I will,' Clay said. He kissed Jordan on the cheek, then stood back. 'I'll hogtie me a telepath and use him like a compa.s.s. Maybe the Raggedy Man himself.' He turned to Tom and held out his hand.

Tom ignored it and put his arms around Clay. He kissed him first on one cheek, then the other. 'You saved my life,' he whispered into Clay's ear. His breath was hot and ticklish. His cheek rasped against Clay's. 'Let me save yours. Come with us.'