Ross was awake and waiting on her return, standing in the kitchen, staring out the window. The children were still asleep. She gave him coffee and a doughnut, took the same for herself, and they sat at the kitchen table.
“I’ve been awake almost all night,” he told her, his gaze steady and alert nevertheless. “I couldn’t sleep.”
She nodded. “Me, either.”
“I should never have gone to Josie’s. I should have stayed with you and Little John.”
She leaned forward. “It wouldn’t have changed anything. You know that. We would have lost Bennett anyway. And if you had been here to protect us from that thing in the basement, Wraith might not have come out and Little John might not have responded to me in the way he did. John, that was the first time he’s given me a second look. That was the first positive reaction I’ve gotten out of him. I’m this close to breaking through. I can feel it.”
“If there’s time enough left.” He shook his head. “I don’t know, Nest. This has gotten entirely out of hand. Findo Gask is all over the place, just waiting for a chance to attack us in some new way. I’m sure he was responsible for that thing in the basement. He’s probably responsible for Bennett’s disappearance as well.”
Nest was silent a moment. “Probably,” she admitted.
“Did you call the police to report her missing?”
She shook her head. “Not yet. She was gone the night before last, too, and came home on her own. I keep hoping she’ll do so now.” She exhaled warily. “But if she isn’t back by the time the phone is fixed, I’ll make the call.”
Ross brought the black staff around in front of him and tightened his grip on it. “It’s too dangerous for me to be here any longer,” he said softly. “I shouldn’t have come in the first place. I have to take Little John and get out of here before anything else happens—before some other horror shows up in your basement or your bedroom closet or wherever, and this time you aren’t quick enough to save yourself.”
Nest sipped at her coffee, thinking the matter through. Outside, the darkness was beginning to lighten. The world glimmered crystalline and white in a faint wash of gray. She replayed last night’s battle with the black thing, experiencing again the terror and rage that had overcome her, remembering how it had felt for Wraith to come out of her once again, after so long, after she had worked so hard to keep it from happening. She saw Little John’s anguished look of loss and betrayal. She couldn’t forget that look. She couldn’t stop thinking about what it meant.
“I have an idea, John,” she said finally, looking over at him again. “I’ll have to talk to Pick about it, but it might give us some breathing space.”
Ross did not seem convinced. “If I take Little John and go, it will give you more breathing space.”
“If you take Little John and go, we will have given up. Not to mention what effect it would have on him.” She held his gaze firmly with her own. “Just let me talk to Pick. Then we’ll see. Okay?”
He nodded wordlessly, but didn’t look happy. She got up to check on the children before he could say anything else.
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The electrician arrived shortly afterward, a big, burly fellow named Mike who looked at the ruined breaker box, shook his head, and wanted to know how in the hell something like that could have happened. His words. Nest told him the house had been broken into and all sorts of damage had been done that didn’t seem to have any purpose. Mike shrugged and went to work, apparently accepting her explanation. The phone repairman showed up while she was feeding the rest of the doughnuts and the hot chocolate and some apple juice to Harper and Little John, and fixed the line in about two minutes. The phone guy, unlike Mike, didn’t seem all that concerned with being given an explanation. He simply repaired the damage and left.
Nest called the police then to report Bennett missing, making the call out of the children’s hearing. This was easier than she had anticipated because Little John had gone back to ignoring her. She had hugged him on waking, and he had barely responded, eyes distant once more, that thousand-yard stare back in place. He sat on the sofa and looked into the park until she led him into the kitchen to eat, then stayed in his seat when he was done, lost in his own private world. She was too busy to be upset yet, but she knew she would be later if he didn’t come back to her from wherever he had gone.