53
When Harry Talbot finished telling them about the Boogeymen, Sam leaned forward on the high stool to the telescope eyepiece. He swung the instrument to the left, until he focused on the vacant lot beside Callan’s, where the creatures had most recently put in an appearance.
He was not sure what he was looking for. He didn’t believe that the Boogeymen would have returned to that same place at precisely this time to give him a convenient look at them. And there were no clues in the shadows and trampled grass and shrubs, where they had crouched only a few hours ago, to tell him what they might have been or on what mission they had been embarked. Maybe he was just trying to anchor the fantastic image of ape-dog-reptilian Boogeymen in the real world, tie them in his mind to that vacant lot, and thereby make them more concrete, so he could deal with them.
In any event Harry had another story besides that one. As they sat in the darkened room, as if listening to ghost stories around a burnt-out campfire, he told them how he’d seen Denver Simpson, Doc Fitz, Reese Dorn, and Paul Hawthorne overpower Ella Simpson, take her upstairs to the bedroom, and prepare to inject her with an enormous syringeful of some golden fluid.
Operating the telescope at Harry’s direction, Sam was able to find and draw in tight on the Simpsons’ house, on the other side of Conquistador and just north of the Catholic cemetery. All was dark and motionless.
From the bed where she still had the dog’s head in her lap, Tessa said, “All of it’s got to be connected somehow: these ‘accidental’ deaths, whatever those men were doing to Ella Simpson, and these … Boogeymen.”
“Yes, it’s tied together,” Sam agreed. “And the knot is new Wave Microtechnology.”
He told them what he had uncovered while working with the VDT in the patrol car behind the municipal building.
“Moonhawk?” Tessa wondered. “Conversions? What on earth are they converting people into?”
“I don’t know.”
“Surely not into … these Boogeymen?”
“No, I don’t see the purpose of that, and besides, from what I turned up, I gather almost two thousand people in town have been … given this treatment, put through this change, whatever the hell it is. If there were that many of Harry’s Boogeymen running loose, they’d be everywhere; the town would be crawling with them, like a zoo in the Twilight Zone.”
“Two thousand,” Harry said. “That’s two-thirds of the town.”
“And the rest by midnight,” Sam said. “Just under twenty-one hours from now.”
“Me, too, I guess?” Harry asked.
“Yeah. I looked you up on their lists. You’re scheduled for conversion in the final stage, between six o’clock this coming evening and midnight. So we’ve got about fourteen and a half hours before they come looking for you.”
“This is nuts,” Tessa said.
“Yeah,” Sam agreed. “Totally nuts.”
“It can’t be happening,” Harry said. “But if it isn’t happening, then why’s the hair standing up on the back of my neck?”
54
“Sholnick!”
Throwing aside his uniform shirt, kicking off his shoes, frantic to strip out of all his clothes and complete his regression, Barry Sholnick ignored Loman.
“Barry, stop, for God’s sake, don’t let this happen,” Penniworth said urgently. He was pale and shaking. He glanced from Sholnick to Peyser and back again, and Loman suspected that Penniworth felt the same degenerate urge to which Sholnick had surrendered himself.
“… run free, hunt, blood, blood, need …”
Peyser’s insidious chant was like a spike through Loman’s head, and he wanted it to stop. No, truthfully, it wasn’t like a spike splitting his skull, because it wasn’t at all painful and was, in fact, thrilling and strangely melodic, reaching deep into him, piercing him not like a shaft of steel but like music. That was why he wanted it to stop because it appealed to him, enticed him; it made him want to shed his responsibilities and concerns, retreat from the too-complex life of the intellect to an existence based strictly on feelings, on physical pleasures, a world whose boundaries were defined by sex and food and the thrill of the hunt, a world where disputes were settled and needs were met strictly by the application of muscle, where he’d never have to think again or worry or care.
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