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“Dave, those guys could see her. All the cops. They saw her floatin’ around and doing supernatural shit. That’s new.”
“That’s new? Why is she floating at all, John?”
“Gotta be the sauce, right? She got more of it than any of us. I was always amazed she survived. Maybe, you know, they got to her finally.”
“After all this time? None of this makes sense.”
“Did you hear what she said?”
“She said, ‘I serve none but Korrok.’”
Speaking that meaningless word made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck, though I couldn’t pin down why. My mind almost made a connection, then abruptly steered clear of it nearly hard enough to make the train of thought go flying out of my ear.
“You sure?” said John. “I thought she said, ‘I serve none but to rock.’ I was about to agree with her.”
“That’s new? Why is she floating at all, John?”
“Gotta be the sauce, right? She got more of it than any of us. I was always amazed she survived. Maybe, you know, they got to her finally.”
“After all this time? None of this makes sense.”
“Did you hear what she said?”
“She said, ‘I serve none but Korrok.’”
Speaking that meaningless word made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck, though I couldn’t pin down why. My mind almost made a connection, then abruptly steered clear of it nearly hard enough to make the train of thought go flying out of my ear.
“You sure?” said John. “I thought she said, ‘I serve none but to rock.’ I was about to agree with her.”
“Hey.”
“Yeah.”
“This the end of the world?”
He said it in the earnest, stiff-jawed manner of a middle-aged man asking the doc if it’s cancer. It scared the fuck out of me.
John said, “We’ll give you a call if we find out.”
John went to the couch, but I couldn’t resist stopping by the red, six-foot circle of dog mush.
I found Molly’s collar near her head. The bloodstained tag:
I’m Molly.
Please return me to…
“Good-bye, Molly,” I muttered. “Of all the dogs I’ve known in my life, I’ve never seen a better driver.”
“Yeah.”
“This the end of the world?”
He said it in the earnest, stiff-jawed manner of a middle-aged man asking the doc if it’s cancer. It scared the fuck out of me.
John said, “We’ll give you a call if we find out.”
John went to the couch, but I couldn’t resist stopping by the red, six-foot circle of dog mush.
I found Molly’s collar near her head. The bloodstained tag:
I’m Molly.
Please return me to…
“Good-bye, Molly,” I muttered. “Of all the dogs I’ve known in my life, I’ve never seen a better driver.”
“If he’s acting normal, we don’t do anything. Just find out what he knows. About Molly and, you know, everything else that’s happening. If it’s something we can fix with a mint then fine. If not, then we leave Dr. Marconi a voice mail and drive until we find a town that doesn’t keep showing up in books with titles like True Tales of the Bizarre. Marconi can come down and do a whole show on it for all I care. Write another book.”
I had my old-school ghetto blaster; John was carrying a satchel containing several items he collected from my toolshed. We didn’t have any holy water. Where do you even get it? Off the Internet?
We positioned ourselves on either side of the door to Wexler’s third-floor apartment. I set down the stereo, facing its speakers toward the closed door. John unzipped the satchel and pulled out a weapon he had made, a Bible wrapped around the end of a baseball bat with electrician’s tape. He brought it up to the ready. I pushed “play.”
The smooth-yet-screechy sound of Cinderella’s “Don’t Know What You’ve Got ’til it’s Gone” filled the hall.
I had my old-school ghetto blaster; John was carrying a satchel containing several items he collected from my toolshed. We didn’t have any holy water. Where do you even get it? Off the Internet?
We positioned ourselves on either side of the door to Wexler’s third-floor apartment. I set down the stereo, facing its speakers toward the closed door. John unzipped the satchel and pulled out a weapon he had made, a Bible wrapped around the end of a baseball bat with electrician’s tape. He brought it up to the ready. I pushed “play.”
The smooth-yet-screechy sound of Cinderella’s “Don’t Know What You’ve Got ’til it’s Gone” filled the hall.
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