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Joe glanced up at the yellowish sky. Then he pointed southwest, where a hanging black residue from the fire started by the missile strike discolored the air. The smutch looked to be two or three hundred feet high and a mile across. Maybe more.

'Yes,' she said, 'but that's different. Isn't it?'

Joe shrugged.

'If we're gonna feel a sudden urge to kill ourselves, maybe we should go back,' Benny said. 'I got a lot to live for. I still haven't been able to beat Warhammer!

'Try the Geiger counter on the bear,' Norrie said.

Joe held the sensor tube out toward the bear's carcass. The needle didn't drop, but it didn't rise either.

Norrie pointed east. Ahead of them, the road emerged from the thick band of black oak that gave the ridge its name. Once they were out of the trees, Joe thought they'd be able to see the apple orchard at the top.

'Let's at least keep going until we're out of the trees,' she said, 'We'll take a reading from there, and if it's still going up, we'll head back to town and tell Dr Everett or that guy Barbara or both of them. Let them figure it out.'

Benny looked doubtful. 'I don't know.'

'If we feel anything weird, we'll turn back right away'Joe said.

'If it might help, we should do it,' Norrie said. 'I want to get out of The Mill before I go completely stir-crazy'

She smiled to show this was a joke, but it didn't sound like a joke, and Joe didn't take it as one. Lots of people kidded about what a small burg The Mill was - it was probably why the James McMurtry song had been so popular - and it was, intellectually speaking, he supposed. Demographically, too. He could think of only one Asian American - Pamela Chen, who sometimes helped Lissa Jamieson out at the library - and there were no black people at all since the Laverty family had moved to Auburn. There was no McDonald's, let alone a Starbucks, and the movie theater was closed down. But until now it had always felt geographically big to him, with plenty of room to roam. It was amazing how much it shrank in his mind once he realized that he and his mom and dad couldn't just pile into the family car and drive to Lewiston for fried clams and ice cream at Yoder's. Also, the town had plenty of resources, but they wouldn't last forever.

'You're right,' he said. 'It's important. Worth the risk. At least I think so. You can stay here if you want to, Benny. This part of the mission is strictly volunteer.'

'No, I'm in,' Benny said. 'If I let you guys go without me, you'd rank fne to the dogs and back.'

'You're already there!' Joe and Norrie yelled in unison, then looked at each other and laughed.

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'That's right, cry!'

The voice was coming from far away. Barbie struggled toward it, but it was hard to open his burning eyes.

'You've got a lot to cry about!'

The person making these declarations sounded like he was crying himself. And the voice was familiar. Barbie tried to see, but his lids felt swollen and heavy. The eyes beneath were pulsing with his heartbeat. His sinuses were so full his ears crackled when he swallowed.

'Why did you kill her? Why did you kill my baby?'

Some sonofabitch Maced me, Denton? No, Randolph.

Barbie managed to open his eyes by placing the heels of his hands over his eyebrows and shoving upward. He saw Andy Sanders standing outside the cell with tears rolling down his cheeks. And what was Sanders seeing? A guy in a cell, and a guy in a cell always looked guilty.

Sanders screamed, 'She was all I had!'

Randolph stood behind him, looking embarrassed and shuffling like a kid twenty minutes overdue for a bathroom pass. Even with his eyes burning and his sinuses pounding, Barbie wasn't surprised that Randolph had let Sanders come down here. Not because Sanders was the town's First Selectman, but because Peter Randolph found it almost impossible to say no.

"Now, Andy,' Randolph said. 'That's enough. You wanted to see him and I let you, even though it was against my better judgment. He's jugged good and proper, and he'll pay the price for what he did. So now come on upstairs and I'll pour you a cup of - '

Andy grabbed the front of Randolph's uniform. He was four inches shorter, but Randolph still looked scared. Barbie didn't blame him. He was viewing the world through a deep red film, but he could see Andy Sanders's fury clearly enough.

'Give me your gun! A trial's too good for him! He's apt to get off, anyway! He's got friends in high places, Jim says so! I want some satisfaction! I deserve some satisfaction, so give me your gunV

Barbie didn't think Randolph's desire to please would go so far as handing over his weapon so that Andy could shoot him in this cell like a rat in a rainbarrel, but he wasn't entirely sure; there might be a reason other than the craven need to please that had caused Randolph to bring Sanders down here, and to bring hirn down alone.

He struggled to his feet. 'Mr Sanders.' Some of the Mace had gotten into his mouth. His tongue and throat were swollen, his voice an unconvincing nasal croak. 'I did not kill your daughter, sir. I did not kill anyone. If you think about this you'll see that your friend Rennie needs a scapegoat and I'm the most convenient - '

But Andy was in no shape to think about anything. He dropped his hands to Randolph's holster and began clawing at the Glock there. Alarmed, Randolph struggled to keep it where it was.

At that moment, a large-bellied figure descended the stairs, moving gracefully despite his bulk.

'Andy!' Big Jim boomed. 'Andy, pal - come here!'

He opened his arms. Andy stopped struggling for the gun and rushed to him like a weeping child to the arms of his father. And Big Jim enfolded him.

'I want a gun!' Andy babbled, lifting his tear-streaked, snot-creamy face to Big Jim's. 'Get me a gun, Jim! Now! Right now! I want to shoot him for what he did! It's my right as a father! He killed my baby girl!'

'Maybe not just her,' Big Jim said.'Maybe not just: Angie, Lester, and poor Brenda, either.'


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