Dean Koontz - The Servants of Twilight

Kyle loved to hear her talk like that. When he listened to Mother Grace, he knew that he was a vital part of the most important events in the history of the world. Awe and humility made his knees weak.

Grace led Kyle and Edna to the far end of the basement, where a wood-paneled wall contained a cleverly concealed door. Beyond the door lay a room measuring twenty by twenty-six feet.

It was full of guns.

Early in her mission, Mother Grace had received a vision in which she had been warned that, when Tcame, she must be prepared to defend herself with more than just prayer. She had taken the vision very seriously indeed. This was not the church's only armory.

Kyle had been here many times before. He enjoyed the coolness of the room, the vague scent of gun oil. Most of all he took pleasure from the realization that terrible destruction waited quietly on these shelves, like a malevolent genie in a bottle, needing only a hand to pull the cork.

Kyle liked guns. He liked to turn a gun over and over in his enormous hands, sensing the power in it the way a blind man sensed the meaning in lines of Braille.

Sometimes, when his sleep was particularly deep and dark, he dreamed about holding a large gun in both hands and pointing it at people. It was a.357 Magnum, with a bore that seemed as big as a cannon's, and when it roared it was like the voice of a dragon. Each time it bucked in his hands, it gave him a jolt of intense pleasure.

For a while he had worried about these night-fantasies because he had thought it meant the devil hadn't been driven out of him, after all. But he came to see that the people in the dreams were God's enemies and that it was good for him to fantasize their destruction. Kyle was destined to be an instrument of divine justice. Grace had told him so.

Now, in the armory, Mother Grace went to the shelves along the wall to the left of the door. She took down a box, opened it, removed the plastic-wrapped revolver that lay within, and put the weapon on a work table. The gun she had chosen was a Smith & Wesson.38 Chiefs Special, a snub-barreled piece that packed a lot of wallop. She took another one from the shelf, removed it from its box, and placed it beside the first.

Edna Vanoff removed the weapons from their plastic wrappings.

Before the day was done, the boy would be dead, and it might be one of these two weapons that destroyed him.

Mother Grace removed a Remington 20-gauge shotgun from one of the shelves and brought it to the work table.

Kyle's excitement grew.

Joey sat in Charlie's chair, behind the big desk, sipping CocaCola that Charlie had poured for him.

Christine was in the client's chair once more. She was shaken.

A couple of times, Charlie saw her put her fingernail between her teeth and almost bite it before she realized she'd be biting acrylic.

He was upset that they had been reached and disturbed here, in his offices. They had come to him for help, for protection, and now both of them were frightened again.

Sitting on the edge of his desk, looking at Joey, he said, "If you don't want to talk about the phone call, I'll understand. But I'd really like to ask you some questions."

To his mother, Joey said, "I thought we were going to hire Magnum."

Christine said, "Honey, you've forgotten that Magnum's in Hawaii."

"Oh, yeah. Jeez, that's right," the boy said. He looked troubled."

Magnum would've been the best one to help us."

For a moment Charlie didn't know what the boy was talking about, and then he remembered the television show, and he smiled.

Joey took a long drink of his Coke, studying Chaflie over the rim of the glass. Finally he said, "I guess you'll be okay."

Charlie almost laughed." You won't be sorry you came to us, Joey. Now… what did the woman on the phone say to you?"

" She said. "You can't hide from me." "

Charlie heard fear ooze into the boy's voice, and he quickly said,

"Well, she's wrong about that. If we have to hide you from her, we can.

Don't you worry about that. What else did she say? "

"She said she knew what I was."

"What do you think she meant by that?"

The boy looked baffled." I don't know."

"What else did she say?"

" She said. she'd cut my heart out."

A strangled sound came from Christine. She stood, nervously clutching her purse." I think I ought to take Joey away somewhere."

"Maybe eventually," Charlie said soothingly." But not just yet."

"I think now's the time. Before… anything happens. We could go to San Francisco. Or farther. I've never been to the Caribbean. This is a good time of the year for the Caribbean, isn't it? "

"Give me at least twenty-four hours," Charlie said.

"Yeah? Twenty-four hours? And what if that hag catches up with us? No.

We should leave today."

"And how long do you intend to stay away?" Charlie asked.

"A week? A month? A year?"

"Two weeks should be long enough. You'll find her in two weeks."

"Not necessarily."

"Then how long?"

Understanding and sympathizing with Christine's concern, wanting to be gentle with her, knowing that he had to be blunt instead, Charlie said,

"Clearly, she's got some sort of fixation on Joey, some sort of obsession about him. It's Joey that keeps her motor running, so to speak. Without him around, she might pull in her horns. She might evaporate on us. We might never find her if Joey isn't here to bring her out. Do you intend to go on vacation forever?"

"Are you saying you intend to use my son as bait?"

"No. Not exactly. We'd never put him right in the jaws of a trap.

We'll use him more as a lure."

" That's outrageous!"

"But it's the only way we'll get her. If he's not around, there'll be no reason for her to show herself." He went to Christine and put a hand on her shoulder." He'll be guarded at all times. He'll be safe."

"Like hell he will."

"I swear to you-"

"You've already got the van's license number," she said.

"That might not be enough. It might not lead anywhere."

"You've got the name of the company that owns it. The True Word."

"That might not be enough, either. And if it's not enough, if it doesn't lead us anywhere, then Joey has to be around so the old woman has a reason to risk exposing herself."

"Seems like we're the ones taking the risks."

"Trust me," he said softly.

She met his eyes.

He said, "Sit down. Come on. Give me a chance. Later, if I see any indication-the slightest indication-that we might not be able to handle the situation, I'll send you and Joey out of town for a while. But please. not just yet. II

She looked past him at her son, who had put down his glass of Coke and was sitting on the edge of Charlie's big chair. She seemed to realize that her fear was directly transmitted to the boy, and she sat down and composed herself as Charlie requested.

He sat on the edge of his desk again." Joey, don't worry about the witch. I know just how to deal with witches. Leave the worrying to me.

Now. you were on the phone, and she said she wanted to cut.

cut you. What did she say after that?"

The boy screwed up his face, trying to remember." Not much. just something about some judges."

"Judges?"

"Yeah. She said something like… God wants her to bring some judge men to me."

" Judgment?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah," the boy said." She said she was bringing these jude men to see me. She said God wasn't gonna let me escape from her." He looked at his mother." Why does God want that old witch to get me?"

"He doesn't want her to get you, honey. She was lying. She's crazy.

God has nothing to do with this."

Frowning, Charlie said, "Maybe, in a roundabout way, He does. When Henry said the van was owned by a printing company called The True Word, I wondered if maybe it was a religious printing company. "The True Word'-meaning the holy word, scripture, the Bible. Maybe what we've got on our hands here is a religious fanatic."