WATCHERS by Dean R. Koontz

stumbled out of the stall, wanting to go have a closer look at him. With her

second or third step, a fiercely hot pain flamed along her entire right side,

and she was suddenly dizzy. She staggered, fell, put one hand to her side, felt

something wet, and realized that she was bleeding. She remembered the claws

sinking into her just before Goodheart had burst from his stall, frightening off

the assailant, and as if from a great distance she heard herself saying, “Good

horse . . . what a good horse . .

Daddy dropped to his knees beside her. “Baby, what the hell happened, what’s

wrong?”

Her mother arrived, too.

Daddy saw the blood. “Call an ambulance!”

Her mother, not given to hesitation or hysterics in time of trouble, turned

immediately and ran back toward the house.

Tracy was getting dizzier. Creeping in at the edges of her vision was a darkness

that was not part of the night. She wasn’t afraid of it. It seemed like a

welcoming, healing darkness.

“Baby,” her father said, putting a hand on her wounds.

Weakly, realizing she was slightly delirious and wondering what she was going to

say, she said, “Remember when I was very little . . . just a little girl . . .

and I thought some horrible thing. . . lived in my closet. . . at night?”

He frowned worriedly. “Honey, maybe you’d better be still, be quiet and still.”

As she lost consciousness, Tracy heard herself say, with a seriousness that both

amused and frightened her, “Well . . . I think maybe it was the boogeyman who

used to live in the closet at the other house. I think maybe . . . he was real .

. . and he’s come back.”

9

At four-twenty Wednesday morning, only hours after the attack at the Keeshan

house, Lemuel Johnson reached Tracy Keeshan’s hospital room at St. Joseph’s in

Santa Ana. Quick as he was, however, Lem found Sheriff Walt Gaines had arrived

ahead of him. Walt stood in the corridor, towering over a young doctor in

surgical greens and a white lab coat; they seemed to be arguing quietly.

The NSA’s Banodyne crisis team was monitoring all police agencies in the county,

including the police department in the city of Orange, in whose jurisdiction the

Keeshan house fell. The team’s night-shift leader had called Lem at home with

news of this case, which fit the profile of expected Banodyne-related incidents.

“You relinquished jurisdiction,” Lem pointedly reminded Walt when he joined the

sheriff and doctor at the girl’s closed door.

“Maybe this isn’t part of the same case.” “You know it is.”

“Well, that determination hasn’t been made.”

“It was made—back at the Keeshan’s house when I talked with your men.” “Okay, so

let’s say I’m just here as an observer.”

“My ass,” Lem said.

“What about your ass?” Walt asked, smiling.

“It’s got a pain in it, and the name of the pain is Walter.”

“How interesting,” Walt said. “You name your pains. Do you give names to

toothaches and headaches as well?”

“I’ve got a headache right now, and its name is Walter, too.”

“That’s too confusing, my friend. Better call the headache Bert or Harry or

something.”

Lem almost laughed—he loved this guy—but he knew that, in spite of their

friendship, Walt would use the laughter as a lever to pry himself back into the

case. So Lem remained stone-faced, though Walt obviously knew that Lem wanted to

laugh. The game was ridiculous, but it had to be played.

The doctor, Roger Selbok, resembled a young Rod Steiger. He frowned when they

raised their voices, and he possessed some of the powerful presence of Steiger,

too, because his frown was enough to chasten and quiet them.

Selbok said the girl had been put through tests, had been treated for her

wounds, and had been given a painkiller. She was tired. He was just about to

administer a sedative to guarantee her a restful sleep, and he did not think it

was a good idea for policemen of any stripe to be asking her questions just now.

The whispering, the early-morning hush of the hospital, the scent of

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