As a toilet flushed, off in the distance, the front door swung open and Pete came in. He wore boots and jeans and a blue turtleneck sweater. A leather strap crossed his chest like a Sam Browne belt. He held the video camcorder on his shoulder. In his right hand was a bow.
All set n rarin to go? he asked.
Were just waiting for Jean, Larry said, staring at the bow.
Man, I cant believe were finally gonna do it.
Me neither, Larry told him.
At night, no less.
Barbara turned away from the mirror and looked at him. What are you doing with that?
This? He raised the bow. Got the idea from Uriah. To Larry he said, I used to hunt deer with this baby.
Oh, give me a break, Jean said, coming in from the hallway. Youre not serious.
Wooden arrows, darlin. Just as good as a stake when it comes to dispatching vampires. Better. You dont have to get up-close and personal.
I thought we all agreed we didnt believe in any of this nonsense.
It cant hurt to take precautions, Larry told her.
God, you guys really take the prize.
If it bugs you, Pete said, just consider it a stage prop. Therell be a video of this, you know.
Jean obviously knew that, all right. She had not only brushed her hair, but put on lipstick. Shed dressed in her blue velour jumpsuit and white boots. Shed even knotted her Anne Klein silk scarf around her neck.
Larry realized that two of them Jean in her scarf and Pete in his turtleneck had chosen to wear garments that covered the region traditionally preferred by thirsty vampires. He wondered if theyd done it on purpose.
Pete raised the viewfinder to his eye, and the camera began to purr. He pivoted slowly to get everyone. Then he kept the camera on Jean as she crossed the room to join Larry and Lane. She smirked at him and shook her head. Stopping beside Larry, she put her arm around him. Barbara got into the picture, moving in close to Lane.
Here we are, said Pete as he panned the group. The dauntless, intrepid team as it prepares to go outside and remove the stake from the heart of the cadaver.
Does that thing have sound? Jean asked.
Yes indeed, Pete said. Any famous last words before we embark on our adventure?
Larry shook his head.
Say something, Barbara urged him.
Well... None of us actually believes in vampires. I want to make that clear. But the body we found a girl named Bonnie Saxon was murdered by a man who very much believed in vampires. He believed shewas one, and killed her by pounding a stake into her heart. In just a few minutes were going to pull out that stake. Well see what happens.
Terrific, Pete said. Anybody else?
Nobody offered to speak.
Okay, Pete said. Lets do it.
They went out back through the kitchen door. Jean was first to reach the garage, and turned on the overhead light before the others arrived.
When they were all inside, Pete said, Why dont we close the door?
Lets not, Larry said.
Yeah, Barbara said. You never know, we might have to run for our lives.
Give me a break, Jean muttered.
Larry left the garage door open. He stepped onto the platform and reached up for the dangling rope.
Just a minute, Pete said. Here Barb. He handed the camera to her.
What am I supposed to do with it?
Get us bringing the coffin down. He showed her how to hold the camera. You look through this. What you see is what you get. Just hold this button down, and thats all there is to it. Okay?
I think so.
Pete set his quiver and bow on the concrete floor. Joining Larry on the platform, he glanced around at Barbara. Okay, get her going and keep her going till I say to stop.
Yessir.
Larry caught hold of the rope. He pulled the trapdoor down, and Pete helped unfold the ladder. Be my guest, Larry told him.
Pete started to climb. Halfway up the ladder he looked over his shoulder and waved. Famous last wave, he said.
Quit screwing around, Barbara told him.
Larry smiled at her. Jean and Lane were standing close to Barbara. Jeans hands were stuffed into the front pockets of her jumpsuit. Her shoulders were hunched and she looked as if she were gritting her teeth. Lanes teeth were bared. Her arms were wrapped tightly across her chest. She met his eyes and said, Be careful. Dont fall or anything.
Murmuring Thanks, he turned to the ladder just as Petes boots disappeared beyond the edge of the floor.
No! Pete cried out. In the name of God, no!
Larrys heart kicked.
He heard gasps from the women.
Watch out! Jeans voice.
From above came the sound of Pete laughing.
Behind Larry something crashed. He heard glass break.
Petes grinning face appeared at the top of the ladder. Just kidding, he said.
You bastard! Larry yelled. Turning around, he saw Barbara sprawled on her back. The crotch of her red sweatpants was dark, the patch growing, urine seeping out and dribbling onto the concrete floor between her legs. The camcorder lay about a yard beyond her head.
Whats wrong? Pete asked.
Larry scowled up at him. You idiot! You scared Barbara so bad she fell down. I think your camera bit it.
No!
This time the outcry was real.
Yes, Larry told him.
As Pete hurried down the ladder, Jean and Lane helped his wife up. She rose to her feet, grimacing, rubbing her rump as she stared down at herself. Oh shit, she said. Her voice was pitched high and trembling. I dont believe this. She started to sob.
Pete halted in front of her. Dont hit me, he said.
She stared at him and wept. Then she rushed from the garage, leaving dribbles on the concrete, and hobbled down the driveway bow-legged.
I did it this time, Pete muttered.
You sure did, Jean said.
Oh, man. For a moment he looked as if he might go after Barbara. Then he shook his head. He glanced at the small puddle on the garage floor, shook his head again, then stepped over it and crouched in front of his camera. He picked it up. He picked up a few pieces of plastic and glass. He stood and raised the viewfinder to his eye. Oh, man, he said.
Serves you right, Jean said.
Im sorry. Man, am I sorry.
Save it for Barb, Jean told him.
Yeah. I really blew it, huh?
Now what? Lane asked.
Pete frowned at Larry. Can we call this off for now? I mean, weve just gottaget the whole thing on video. I bought this camera especially... God, why did I have to fuck around?
Do you think it can be repaired? Larry asked.
I dont know. Ill have to check it out. Even if I can fix it, I wouldnt be able to buy any parts tomorrow.
You mean today? Lane asked.
Yeah. Sunday. Can we put this off till Monday? Ill either have it fixed by then or get a new one. Okay?
Its up to Jean, Larry said. Can you wait till Monday?
She sighed. I dont want to be the one to ruin... Yeah, I guess its okay. Youve waited this long. She shook her head with disgust. On one condition. We lock the garage doors till then. Padlock them. She peered up at Larry. I dont want you coming out here again, sleepwalking or otherwise.
Neither do I, he told her.
Thats great, Pete said. Thanks.
Youd better go home, Jean said, and look after Barbara.
If shell let me in the house. God, shes probably on the phone trying to get a divorce lawyer. Or busy loading my magnum.
Larry, somewhat pleased by Petes agony, patted him on the shoulder. If we hear shots, well call an ambulance.
Thanks a load, pardner.
Forty-two
When Lane woke up, her bedroom was full of sunlight. For just a moment she felt good. Then the memories of last night with Kramer crashed down on her. Sickened with shame and terror, she threw her covers aside, sat up and hugged her belly. She couldnt think straight. Her mind was a torrent of horrible images that kept her heart racing, her skin burning, her stomach knotted.
She fought the images. Like trying to shove dozens of writhing snakes down inside a box. Their heads kept popping up, striking at her, sinking in their fangs. But at last she got them all shoved down and slammed the lid. Though they were out of sight, she still thought she could hear them hissing and thumping around, eager to escape and hurt her.
She sat on the bed gasping, sweat trickling down her face, nightshirt clinging to her skin.
Ill kill the bastard, she thought.
Oh, sure I will.
What am I going to do?
Last night hadnt been enough for him. Hed made that very clear. And if Lane gave him any trouble about it, hed get her with the razor. Her parents, too. He would kill them all.
The same way he killed Jessica and her family.
My God, she thought. Whered that idea come from? Kramer certainly hadnt told her any such thing.
But hed killed them. Lane was suddenly sure of it. Jessicad been in his sixth-period class. He mustve been getting it off with her until she gave him trouble. He was the one who beat her up, who broke her arm. Not Benson, after all. Kramer had taught her a lesson about cooperating, but that wasnt enough. Maybe she wouldnt have any more to do with him. Maybe he was afraid she might talk. So he crept into her house last week and slaughtered the whole family and set the place on fire.
Hell do the same to us.