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Ыоуве Been Warned :: Patterson James
Страница: 133 из 138Did she know something?”
“She claimsshe didn’t. Just had a bad feeling. Of course, when she arrived home, no one was there. They were all here. ”
As the two of them walk away, all I can think about is Dakota and Sean. I need to be with them. Someone does. Little Sean’s going to have so many questions.
I scream out again to no avail. Why can’t anyone hear me? I continue to scream, just like in the dream.
Am I already dead? I wonder.
But I can see. I can hear.
What the hell’s going on?
“Exactly,” comes a voice that I recognize.
Chapter 108
I SEE HIS WARPED reflection in the exit sign, and it makes me shudder. He’s standing in the doorway right next to me. Looking like the creep of all creeps.
Frank Delmonico.
He steps into the hallway. Behind him, in the room he came out of, is nothing but darkness.
And the music from my dream.
It’s the same room! The one I was banging on the door of yesterday.
But nobody answered.
The music engulfs me now, it’s so intense. And for the first time since the song took root in my head like a horrible weed, there’s something more.
Words.
And the seasons they go round and round,
And the painted ponies go up and down.
We’re captive on the carousel of time.
Delmonico stands directly over me, wearing the same gray suit. Cops walk by, but they don’t seem to notice him.
“Hello, Kristin,” he says. “I know, I know, you’re innocent. You didn’t do anything to deserve this.”
“This is impossible,” I blurt out. “You’re dead.”
“So they say. I’ve been sent to look after you anyway. To talk to you. Kind of an interview. What do they call them in the business world – exit interviews?” He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes.
And go round and round and round, I hear the music continue.
In the circle game.
Delmonico lights up. He winks at me before blowing out the match. Except there is no match, just the flame. How did he do that?
I squeeze my eyes shut. It’s all a dream, I tell myself. It has to be.
“No,” says Delmonico. “It was never a dream, Kristin.”
“Then there’s been a mistake. I’m not like you. You killed people.”
“You killed too. Don’t you remember?”
“That was different.”
“You’re right. That’s the thing about life; it’s not always so black and white.” He takes a long drag off his cigarette.
“She claimsshe didn’t. Just had a bad feeling. Of course, when she arrived home, no one was there. They were all here. ”
As the two of them walk away, all I can think about is Dakota and Sean. I need to be with them. Someone does. Little Sean’s going to have so many questions.
I scream out again to no avail. Why can’t anyone hear me? I continue to scream, just like in the dream.
Am I already dead? I wonder.
But I can see. I can hear.
What the hell’s going on?
“Exactly,” comes a voice that I recognize.
Chapter 108
I SEE HIS WARPED reflection in the exit sign, and it makes me shudder. He’s standing in the doorway right next to me. Looking like the creep of all creeps.
Frank Delmonico.
He steps into the hallway. Behind him, in the room he came out of, is nothing but darkness.
And the music from my dream.
It’s the same room! The one I was banging on the door of yesterday.
But nobody answered.
The music engulfs me now, it’s so intense. And for the first time since the song took root in my head like a horrible weed, there’s something more.
Words.
And the seasons they go round and round,
And the painted ponies go up and down.
We’re captive on the carousel of time.
Delmonico stands directly over me, wearing the same gray suit. Cops walk by, but they don’t seem to notice him.
“Hello, Kristin,” he says. “I know, I know, you’re innocent. You didn’t do anything to deserve this.”
“This is impossible,” I blurt out. “You’re dead.”
“So they say. I’ve been sent to look after you anyway. To talk to you. Kind of an interview. What do they call them in the business world – exit interviews?” He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes.
And go round and round and round, I hear the music continue.
In the circle game.
Delmonico lights up. He winks at me before blowing out the match. Except there is no match, just the flame. How did he do that?
I squeeze my eyes shut. It’s all a dream, I tell myself. It has to be.
“No,” says Delmonico. “It was never a dream, Kristin.”
“Then there’s been a mistake. I’m not like you. You killed people.”
“You killed too. Don’t you remember?”
“That was different.”
“You’re right. That’s the thing about life; it’s not always so black and white.” He takes a long drag off his cigarette.