sk.dreamcatcher-第102节
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you can stand for anything now … you'll stop chasing us and let us take care of business。 Let us take care of Mr Jones and Mr Gray。 You may be able to catch us； but it's extremely doubtful that you can catch them。 They're too far south。 And we think Gray has a plan。 Something that will work。'
'Owen； you're overwrought；' Kurtz said。 'Pull over。 Whatever needs to be done； we'll do it together。 We'll…'
'If you care； you'll quit；' Owen said。 His voice was flat。 'That's it。 Bottom line。 I'm over and out。'
'Don't do that； buck！' Kurtz shouted。 'Don't do that； I forbid you to do that！'
There was a click； very loud； and then hissy silence from the speaker。 'He's gone；' Perlmutter said。 'Pulled the mike out。 Turned off the receiver。 Gone。'
'But you heard him； didn't you？' Cambry asked。 'There's no sense in this。 Call it off。'
A pulse beat in the center of Kurtz's forehead。 'As though I'd take his word for anything； after what he participated in back there。'
'But he was telling the truth！' Cambry brayed。 He turned fully to Kurtz for the first time； his eyes wide； the corners clogged with dabs of the Ripley； or the byrus； or whatever you wanted to call it。 His spittle sprayed Kurtz's cheeks； his forehead； the surface of his breathing mask。 'I heard his thoughts！ So did Pearly！ HE WAS TELLING THE STONE TRUTH！ HE…'
Once again moving with a speed that was eerie； Kurtz drew the nine…millimeter from the holster on his belt and fired。 The report inside the Humvee was deafening。 Freddy shouted in surprise and jerked the wheel again； sending the Humvee into a diagonal skid through the snow。 Perlmutter screamed； turning his horrified； red…speckled face to look into the back seat。 For Cambry it was merciful … his brains were out the back of his head； through the broken window； and blowing in the storm in the time it might have taken him to raise a protesting hand。
Didn't see that ing at all； did you buck？ Kurtz thought。 Telepathy didn't help you one damn bit there； did it？
'No；' Pearly said dolorously。 'You can't do much with someone who doesn't know what he's going to do until it's done。 You can't do much with a crazyman。'
The skid was back under control。 Freddy was a superior motorman； even when he had been startled out of his wits。
Kurtz pointed the nine at Perlmutter。 'Call me crazy again。 Let me hear you。'
'Crazy；' Pearly said immediately。 His lips stretched in a smile； opening over a line of teeth in which there were now several vacancies。 'Crazy…crazy…crazy。 But you won't shoot me for it。 You shot your backup； and that's all you can afford。' His voice was rising dangerously。 Cambry's corpse lolled back against the door； tufts of hair blowing around his misshapen head in the cold wind ing through the window。
'Hush； Pearly；' Kurtz said。 He felt better now； back in control again。 Cambry had been worth that much； at least。 'Get a grip on your clipboard and just hush。 Freddy？'
'Yes； boss。'
'Are you still with me？'
'All the way； boss。'
'Owen Underhill is a traitor； Freddy； can you give me a big praise God on that？'
'Praise God。' Freddy sat ramrod…straight behind the wheel； staring into the snow and the cones of the Humvee's headlights。
'Owen Underhill has betrayed his country and his fellow…men。 He…'
'He betrayed you；' Perlmutter said； almost in a whisper。
'That's right； Pearly； and you don't want to overestimate your own importance； son； that's one thing you don't want to do； because you never know what a crazyman is going to do next； you said so yourself '
Kurtz looked at the back of Freddy's broad neck。
'We're going to take Owen Underhill down … him and this Devlin fellow； too； if Devlin's still with him。 Understood？'
'Understood； boss。'
'Meanwhile； let's lighten the load； shall we？' Kurtz produced the handcuff key from his pocket。 He reached behind Cambry； wriggled his hand into the cooling goo that hadn't exited through the window； and at last found the doorhandle。 He unlocked the cuff and five seconds or so later Mr Cambry； praise God； rejoined the food…chain。
Freddy； meanwhile； had dropped one hand into his crotch； which itched like hell。 His armpits； too； actually； and…
He turned his head slightly and saw Perlmutter staring at him … big dark eyes in a pallid； red…spotted face。
'What are you looking at？' Freddy asked。
Perlmutter turned away without saying anything more。 He looked out into the night。
CHAPTER NINETEEN
THE CHASE CONTINUES
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Mr Gray enjoyed bingeing on human emotions； Mr Gray enjoyed human food； but Mr Gray most definitely did not enjoy evacuating Jonesy's bowels。 He refused to look at what he'd produced； simply snatched up his pants and buttoned them with hands that trembled slightly。
Jesus； aren't you going to wipe？ Jonesy asked。 At least flush the damned toilet！
But Mr Gray only wanted to get out of the stall。 He paused long enough to run his hands beneath the water in one of the basins； then turned toward the exit。
Jonesy was not exactly surprised to see the State Trooper push in through the door。
'Forgot to zip your fly； my friend；' the Trooper said。
'Oh。 So I did。 Thank you； officer。'
'e from up north； did you？ Big doins up there； the radio says。 When you can hear it； that is。 Space aliens； maybe。'
'I only came from Derry；' Mr Gray said。 'I wouldn't know。'
'What brings you out on a night like this； could I ask？'
Tell him a sick friend； Jonesy thought； but felt a prickle of despair。 He didn't want to see this； let alone be a part of it。
'A sick friend；' Mr Gray said。
'Really。 Well； sir； I'd like to see your license and regis…'
Then the Trooper's eyes came up double zeros。 He walked in stilted strides toward the wall with the sign on it reading SHOWERS ARE FOR TRUCKERS ONLY。 He stood there for a moment； trembling； trying to fight back 。 。 。 and then began to beat his head against the tile in big； sweeping jerks。 The first strike knocked his Stetson off。 On the third the claret began to flow； first beading on the beige tiles； then splattering them in dark ropes。
And because he could do nothing to stop it； Jonesy scrambled for the phone on his desk。
There was nothing。 Either while he had been eating his second order of bacon or taking his first shit as a human being； Mr Gray had cut the line。 Jonesy was on his own。
2
In spite of his horror … or perhaps because of it … Jonesy burst out laughing as his hands wiped the blood from the tiled wall with a Dysart's towel。 Mr Gray had accessed Jonesy's knowledge concerning body concealment and/or disposal； and had found the motherlode。 As a lifelong connoisseur of horror movies； suspense novels； and mysteries； Jonesy was； in a manner of speaking； quite the expert。 Even now； as Mr Gray dropped the bloody towel on the chest of the Trooper's sodden uniform （the Trooper's jacket had been used to wrap the badly bludgeoned head）； a part of Jonesy's mind was running the disposal of Freddy Miles's corpse in The Talented Mr Ripley； both the film version and Patricia Highsmith's novel。 Other tapes were running； as well； so many overlays that looking too deeply made Jonesy dizzy； the way he felt when looking down a long drop。 Nor was that the worst part。 With Jonesy's help； the talented Mr Gray had discovered something he liked more than crispy bacon； even more than bingeing on Jonesy's well of rage。
Mr Gray had discovered murder。
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Beyond the showers was a locker room。 Beyond the lockers was a hallway leading to the truckers' dorm。 The hall was deserted。 On the far side of it was a door which opened on the rear of the building； where there was a snow…swirling cul…de…sac； now deeply drifted。 Two large green Dumpsters emerged from the drifts。 One hooded light cast a pallid glow and tall； lunging shadows。 Mr Gray； who learned fast； searched the Trooper's body for his car keys and found them。 He also took the Trooper's gun and put it in one of the zippered pockets of Jonesy's parka。 Mr Gray used the bloodstained towel to keep the door to the cul…de…sac from latching shut； then dragged the body behind one of the Dumpsters。
All of it； from the Trooper's gruesome induced suicide to Jonesy's re…entry to the back hall； took less than ten minutes。 Jonesy's body felt light and agile； all weariness gone； at least for the time being： he and Mr Gray were enjoying another burst of endorphin euphoria。 And at least some of this wetwork was the responsibility of Gary Ambrose Jones。 Not just the body…disposal knowledge； but the bloodthirsty urges of the id under the thin candy frosting of 'it's just make…believe'。 Mr Gray was in the driver's seat Jonesy was at least not burdened with the idea that he was the primary murderer … but he was the engine。
Maybe we deserve to be erased； Jonesy thought as Mr Gray walked back through the shower…room （looking for blood…splatters with Jonesy's eyes and bouncing the Trooper's keys in one of Jonesy's palms as he went）。 Maybe we deserve to be turned into nothing but a bunch of red spores blowing in the wind。 That might be the best thing； God help us。
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The tired…looking woman working the cash…register asked him
