Phantoms

Chapter 4

As before, when she had attempted to use the telephone in the Santinis" kitchen, she had the feeling that she wasn"t the only one on the line.

She put down the receiver-too abruptly, too hard.

Her hands were trembling.

Along the back wall of the room were two bulletin boards, a photocopier, a locked gun cabinet, a police radio, a fax machine, and a computer workstation. The fax seemed to be broken. She couldn"t make the radio come to life; although the power switch was in the on position, the indicator lamp would not light, and the microphone remained dead. The computer, with its modem, offered a communications link with the outside world-but it was not working, either.

Heading back to the reception area at the front of the room, Jenny saw that Lisa was no longer standing in the doorway, and for an instant her heart froze. Then she saw the girl hunkered down beside Paul Henderson"s body, peering intently at it.



Lisa looked up as Jenny came through the gate in the railing. Indicating the badly swollen corpse, the girl said, "I didn"t realize skin could stretch as much as this without splitting." Her pose-scientific inquisitiveness, detachment, studied indifference to the horror of the scene-was as transparent as a window. Her darting eyes betrayed her. Pretending she didn"t find it stressful, Lisa looked away from the deputy and stood up.

"Honey, why didn"t you stay by the door?"

"I was disgusted with myself for being such a coward."

"Listen, Sis, I told you-"

"I mean, I"m afraid something"s going to happen to us, something bad, right here in Snowfield, tonight, any minute maybe, something really awful. But I"m not ashamed of that fear because it"s only common sense to be afraid after what we"ve seen. But I was even afraid of the deputy"s body, and that was just plain childish."

When Lisa paused, Jenny said nothing. The girl had more to say, and she needed to get it off her mind.

"He"s dead. He can"t hurt me. There"s no reason to be so scared of him. It"s wrong to give in to irrational fears. It"s wrong and weak and stupid. A person should face up to fears like that," Lisa insisted. "Facing up to them is the only way to get over them. Right? So I decided to face up to this." With a tilt of her head, she indicated the dead man at her feet.

There"s such anguish in her eyes, Jenny thought.

It wasn"t merely the situation in Snowfield that was weighing heavily on the girl. It was the memory of finding her mother dead of a stroke on a hot, clear afternoon in July. Suddenly, because of all of this, all of that was coming back to her, coming back hard.

"I"m okay now," Lisa said. "I"m still afraid of what might happen to us, but I"m not afraid of him." She glanced down at the corpse to prove her point, then looked up and met Jenny"s eyes. "See? You can count on me now. I won"t flake out on you again."

For the first time, Jenny realized that she was Lisa"s role model. With her eyes and face and voice and hands, Lisa revealed, in countless subtle ways, a respect and an admiration for Jenny that was far greater than Jenny had imagined. Without resorting to words, the girl was saying something that deeply moved Jenny: I love you, but even more than that, I like you; I"m proud of you; I think you"re terrific, and if you"re patient with me, I"ll make you proud and happy to have me for a kid sister.

The realization that she occupied such a lofty position in Lisa"s personal pantheon was a surprise to Jenny. Because of the difference in their ages and because Jenny had been away from home almost constantly since Lisa was two, she had thought that she was virtually a stranger to the girl. She was both flattered and humbled by this new insight into their relationship.

"I know I can count on you," she a.s.sured the girl. "I never thought I couldn"t."

Lisa smiled self-consciously.

Jenny hugged her.

For a moment, Lisa clung to her fiercely, and when they pulled apart, she said, "So ... did you find any clue to what happened here?"

"Nothing that makes sense."

"The phone doesn"t work, huh?"

"No. Not even the cell phone."

"So they"re out of order all over town."

"Probably."

They walked to the door and stepped outside, onto the cobblestone sidewalk.

Surveying the hushed street, Lisa said, "Everyone"s dead."

"We can"t be sure."

"Everyone," the girl insisted softly, bleakly. "The whole town. All of them. You can feel it."

"The Santinis were missing, not dead," Jenny reminded her.

A three-quarter moon had risen above the mountains while she and Lisa had been in the sheriff"s substation. In those night-clad places where the streetlamps and shop lights did not reach, the silvery light of the moon limned the edges of shadowed forms. But the moonglow revealed nothing. Instead, it fell like a veil, clinging to some objects more than to others, providing only vague hints of their shapes, and, like all veils, somehow managing to make all things beneath it more mysterious and obscure than they would have been in total darkness.

"A graveyard," Lisa said. "The whole town"s a graveyard. Can"t we just get in the car and go for help?"

"You know we can"t. If a disease has-"

"It"s not disease."

"We can"t be absolutely sure."

"I am. I"m sure. Anyway, you said you"d almost ruled it out, too."

"But as long as there"s the slightest chance, however remote, we"ve got to consider ourselves quarantined."

Lisa seemed to notice the gun for the first time. "Did that belong to the deputy?"

"Yes."

"Is it loaded?"

"He fired it three times, but that leaves seven bullets in the magazine."

"Fired at what?"

"I wish I knew."

"Are you keeping it?" Lisa asked, shivering.

Jenny stared at the revolver in her right hand and nodded. "I guess maybe I should."

"Yeah. Then again ... it didn"t save him, did it?"

6.

Novelties and Notions They proceeded along Skyline Road, moving alternately through shadows, yellowish sodium-glow from the streetlamps, darkness, and phosphoric moonlight. Regularly s.p.a.ced trees grew from curbside planters on the left. On the right, they pa.s.sed a gift shop, a small cafe, and the Santinis" ski shop. At each establishment, they paused to peer through the windows, searching for signs of life, finding none.

They also pa.s.sed townhouses that faced directly onto the sidewalk. Jenny climbed the steps at each house and rang the bell. No one answered, not even at those houses where light shone beyond the windows. She considered trying a few doors and, if they were unlocked, going inside. But she didn"t do it because she suspected, just as Lisa did, that the occupants (if they could be found at all) would be in the same grotesque condition as Hilda Beck and Paul Henderson. She needed to locate living people, survivors, witnesses. She couldn"t learn anything more from corpses.

"Is there a nuclear power plant around here?" Lisa asked.

"No. Why?"

"A big military base?"

"No."

"I thought maybe ... radiation."

"Radiation doesn"t kill this suddenly."

"A really strong blast of radiation?"

"Wouldn"t leave victims who look like these."

"No?"

"There"d be burns, blisters, lesions."

They came to the Lovely Lady Salon, where Jenny always had her hair cut. The shop was deserted, as it would have been on any ordinary Sunday. Jenny wondered what had happened to Madge and Dani, the beauticians who owned the place. She liked Madge and Dani. She hoped to G.o.d they"d been out of town all day, visiting their boyfriends over in Mount Larson.

"Poison?" Lisa asked as they turned away from the beauty shop.

"How could the entire town be poisoned simultaneously?"

"Bad food of some kind."

"Oh, maybe if everyone had been at the town picnic, eating the same tainted potato salad or infected pork or something like that. But they weren"t. There"s only one town picnic, and that"s on the Fourth of July."

"Poisoned water supply?"

"Not unless everyone just happened to take a drink at precisely the same moment, so that no one had a chance to warn anyone else."

"Which is just about impossible."

"Besides, this doesn"t look much like any kind of poison-reaction I"ve ever heard about."

Liebermann"s Bakery. It was a clean, white building with a blue-and-white-striped awning. During the skiing season, tourists lined up halfway down the block, all day long, seven days a week, just to buy the big flaky cinnamon wheels, the sticky buns, chocolate-chip cookies, almond cupcakes with gooey mandarin-chocolate centers, and other goodies that Jakob and Aida Liebermann produced with tremendous pride and delicious artistry. The Liebermanns enjoyed their work so much that they even chose to live near it, in an apartment above the bakery (no light visible up there now), and although there wasn"t nearly as much profit in the April-to-October trade as there was the rest of the year, they remained open Monday through Sat.u.r.day in the off season. People drove from all the outlying mountain towns-Mount Larson, Shady Roost, and PineviHe-to purchase bags and boxes full of the Liebermanns" treats.

Jenny leaned close to the big window, and Lisa put her forehead against the gla.s.s. In the rear of the building, back in the part where the ovens were, light poured brightly through an open door, splashing one end of the sales room and indirectly illuminating the rest of the place. Small cafe tables stood to the left, each with a pair of chairs. The white enamel display cases with gla.s.s fronts were empty.

Jenny prayed that Jakob and Aida had escaped the fate that appeared to have befallen the rest of Snowfield. They were two of the gentlest, kindest people she had ever met. People like the Liebermanns made Snowfield a good place to live, a haven from the rude world where violence and unkindness were disconcertingly common.

Turning away from the bakery window, Lisa said, "How about toxic waste? A chemical spill. Something that would"ve sent up a cloud of deadly gas."

"Not here," Jenny said. "There aren"t any toxic waste dumps in these mountains. No factories. Nothing like that."

"Sometimes it happens whenever a train derails and a tank-car full of chemicals splits open."

"Nearest railroad tracks are twenty miles away."

Her brow creasing with thought, Lisa started walking away from the bakery.

"Wait. I want to take a look in here," Jenny said, stepping to the front door of the shop.

"Why? No one"s there."

"We can"t be sure." She tried the door but couldn"t open it. "The lights are on in the back room, the kitchen. They could be back there, getting things ready for the morning"s baking, unaware of what"s happened in the rest of the town. This door"s locked. Let"s go around back."

Behind a solid wood gate, a narrow covered serviceway led between Liebermann"s Bakery and the Lovely Lady Salon. The gate was held shut by a single sliding bolt, which yielded to Jenny"s fumbling fingers. It shuddered open with a squeal and a rasp of unoiled hinges. The tunnel between the buildings was forbiddingly dark; the only light lay at the far end, a dim gray patch in the shape of an arch, where the pa.s.sageway ended at the alley.

"I don"t like this," Lisa said.

"It"s okay, honey. Just follow me and stay close. If you get disoriented, trail one hand along the wall."

Although Jenny didn"t want to contribute to her sister"s fear by revealing her own doubts, the unlighted walkway made her nervous, too. With each step, the pa.s.sage seemed to grow narrower, crowding her.

A quarter of the way into the tunnel, she was stricken by the uncanny feeling that she and Lisa weren"t alone. An instant later, she became aware of something moving in the darkest s.p.a.ce, under the roof, eight or ten feet overhead. She couldn"t say exactly how she became aware of it. She couldn"t hear anything other than her own and Lisa"s echoing footsteps; she couldn"t see much of anything, either. She just suddenly sensed a hostile presence, and as she squinted ahead at the coal-black ceiling of the pa.s.sageway, she was sure the darkness was ... changing.

Shifting. Moving. Moving up there in the rafters.

She told herself she was imagining things, but by the time she was halfway along the tunnel, her animal instincts were screaming at her to get out, to run. Doctors weren"t supposed to panic; equanimity was part of the training. She did pick up her pace a bit, but only a little, not much, not in panic; then after a few steps, she picked up the pace a bit more, and a bit more, until she was running in spite of herself.

She burst into the alley. It was gloomy there, too, but not as dark as the tunnel had been.

Lisa came out of the pa.s.sageway in a stumbling run, slipped on a wet patch of blacktop, and nearly fell.

Jenny grabbed her and prevented her from going down.

They backed up, watching the exit from the lightless, covered pa.s.sage. Jenny raised the pistol that she"d taken from the sheriff"s substation.

"Did you feel it?" Lisa asked breathlessly.

"Something up under the roof. Probably just birds or maybe, at worst, several bats."

Lisa shook her head. "No, no. N-not under the roof. It was c-crouched up against the w-wall."

They kept watching the mouth of the tunnel.

"I saw something in the rafters," Jenny said.

"No," the girl insisted, shaking her head vigorously.

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