Dean Koontz - Strange Highways

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You are about to travel along the strange highways of human experience: the adventures and terrors and failures and triumphs that we know as we make our way from birth to death, along the routes that we choose for ourselves and along others onto which we are detoured by fate. It is a journey down wrong roads that can lead to unexpectedly and stunningly right destinations…into subterranean depths where the darkness of the human soul breeds in every conceivable form…over unfamiliar terrain populated by the denizens of hell. It is a world of unlikely heroes, haunted thieves, fearsome predators, vengeful children, and suspiciously humanlike robots.

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"Probably not," Glenda said, evincing no surprise whatsoever at the question.

"Am I a package or not?" Louise asked.

Glenda said, "You are a package, all right."

"Then he must be nuts."

"Oh, he's okay," Glenda said.

"You think so?" the girl asked.

"Yeah," Glenda said. "He's a good guy."

"If you say so, then he must be."

The two women smiled at each other.

Then Louise took her hand from her crotch, looked at Ben, and sighed. "Too bad."

In the car, driving away from the house, Ben said, "Is the world going to hell or what?"

"You mean Louise?"

"Are girls like that now?"

"Some. But there have always been some like her. She's nothing new. She's just a child."

"She's almost eighteen, going to college in the fall, old enough to have some sense."

"No, that's not what I mean. She's just a child, and she always will be. Perpetually immature, always needing to be the center of attention. Don't waste your time disliking her, Ben. What she needs is sympathy, and lots of it, because she's going to have a bad life, a load of pain. When her looks eventually start to go, she won't know what to be."

"She liked you, even if she didn't want to," he said.

"A little, yeah."

"You liked her?"

"No. But we're all God's children, right? None of us deserve what life's going to dish out to her."

They drove along a street lined with enormous trees. Sunlight and shadow flickered across the windshield. Light and shadow. Hope and despair. Yesterday and tomorrow. Flickering.

After a while, he said, "She's a perpetual child, but you've been grown up forever."

"In spite of everything," she said, "I'm the lucky one."

* * *

Under the trees in Hanover Park, every patch of shade had been claimed by families with picnic hampers. Sunbathers lounged on big beach towels on the lawns, and games of volleyball were under way.

The Olympic-size municipal pool was full of screaming, splashing children. A lifeguard was posted at each end, on a raised chair, and half a dozen admiring teenage girls were gathered at each station, hoping to be noticed.

Ben led Glenda through the flesh market and introduced himself to Martin Cable.

The lifeguard was lean and muscular. He had a lot of long dark hair, but his face was as beardless as that of a much younger boy.

"Sure, me and Mike were buddies," he said when Ben asked him about Karnes. "What's it to you?"

"I don't think the cops are doing enough to nail the killer, and I don't like the idea of some lunatic running around with a grudge against me."

"Why should I care?"

"Your friend was killed."

"Everybody dies. Don't you watch the evening news?"

Because Cable was wearing mirror sunglasses, Ben couldn't see the teenager's eyes. He found it unnerving to watch his twin reflections in those silvered lenses and be unable to tell for sure whether Cable's attention was focused on him, on the parade of girls, or on the swimmers in the pool.

"I wasn't there when it happened," Cable said, "so how could I know anything that would help?"

Glenda said, "Don't you want Mike's killer to be caught?"

Because Cable didn't move a fraction of an inch or even tilt his head one degree to answer her, it was obvious that behind his mirror glasses, his attention was already on Glenda. "Whatever happens," he said cryptically.

"We talked to Louise Allenby," Chase said.

"Entertaining, huh?"

"You know her?"

"Pretty much."

"She said maybe Mike had some trouble with a guy a while ago."

Cable didn't reply.

Ben said, "She thinks this guy made a pass at him."

Cable frowned. "Mike, he was your fundamental pussy hound."

"I don't doubt that."

"Man, he didn't even get laid till he was halfway through his junior year, and then once it happened, he just went nuts for it. Couldn't keep his mind on anything else."

Ben looked around uneasily at the teenage girls vying for the lifeguard's attention. Some were as young as fourteen or fifteen. He wanted to tell Cable to watch his language — but that would mean the end of their conversation.

"You know his parents," Cable said, "you can see why Mike would go off the deep end over something — pussy, drugs, booze, something just to prove he was alive."

"I've never met his folks," Ben said.

"Ma and Pa Tightass. He just sort of broke loose, all at once. After that, his grades dropped. He wanted to get into State, but he wasn't going to make it if he didn't pull up his grade-point average. No college deferral. Hello, Vietnam."

Screams rose from the pool. They could have been the shrieks of a hyperkinetic child at play or the frantic cries of a drowner. Marty Cable didn't turn to see which. He still seemed to be focused on Glenda.

"Physics was his worst subject. He had to get a tutor Saturdays. The guy was a sleaze."

"This was who made the pass at him?" Glenda asked. "The tutor?"

"Tried to convince Mike there was nothing wrong with swinging both ways. Mike got another tutor, but this guy kept calling him."

"You remember the name?"

"No."

"Not even the first name?"

"No. Mike, he got another tutor, passed physics. But you stop and think about it, what was all the trouble for? He's never going to go to State after all, is he? He might've been better off just forgetting about physics and screwing his brains out. Better use of what time he had left."

"With that attitude, then what's the point of doing anything?" Glenda asked.

"Is no point," Cable said, as if he thought she was agreeing with him. "We're all meat." To Chase, he said, "You know how things really are — you were in Nam," as if he himself understood the horrors of the war thanks to his monthly subscription to Rolling Stone. "Hey, you know how many nuclear bombs the Russians have aimed at us?"

"A lot," Chase said, impatient with the boy's cynicism.

"Twenty thousand," Cable said. "Enough to kill every one of us five times over."

"I'm not too worried until it's six times."

"Cool," Cable said with a small laugh, impervious to sarcasm. "Me neither. Not worried about a damn thing. Take what you can get and hope you wake up in the morning — that's the smart way to look at it.'

As a pair of squabbling crows flew low overhead, the lifeguard tilted his face toward the sky. The sun was a ferocious white fire on his mirror glasses.

* * *

Lora Karnes apparently didn't believe in makeup. Her hair was cut short and carelessly combed. Even in the July heat, she wore loose khaki slacks and a long-sleeve blouse. Although she must have been in her early forties, she seemed at least fifteen years older. She perched on the edge of her chair with her knees together, her hands folded in her lap, hunched forward like a gargoyle that was queerly disturbing yet insufficiently grotesque to be used on a cathedral parapet.

The house was as drab and quiet as the woman. The living-room furniture was heavy and dark. The drapes were shut against the July glare, and two lamps shed a peculiar gray light. On the television, an evangelist was gesticulating furiously, but the sound was muted, so he seemed like a crazed and poorly trained mime.

Framed and hung on the walls were needlepoint samplers with quotations from the Bible. Mrs. Karnes evidently had made them herself. Curiously, the quotations were obscure and enigmatic, perhaps taken out of context. Ben couldn't make much sense of them or quite grasp what spiritual guidance they were supposed to offer:

I WILL LAY MINE HAND

UPON MY MOUTH

Job, xl, 4

PUT THEM IN MIND…

TO OBEY MAGISTRATES

Titus, iii, 1

BLESSED IS HE,

WHOSOEVER SHALL NOT

BE OFFENDED IN ME

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