Dean Koontz - Phantoms

He turned toward the utility room.

"Tal?”

"Yeah?”

"Come with meTal drew his revolver.

Pulling his own sidearm from his holster, Bryce said, "The rest of you stay back.”

With Tal at his side, Bryce crossed the lobby to the utility room door and paused in front of it.

"I don't think she's the kind of kid who makes up wild stories," Tal said.

" I know she's not.”

Bryce thought about how Paul Henderson's corpse had vanished from the substation. Damn it, though, that had been very different from this.

Paul's body had been accessible, unguarded. But no one could have gotten to Wargle's corpse and it couldn't have gotten up and walked away of its own accord-without being seen by one of the three deputies posted in the lobby. Yet no one and nothing had been seen.

Bryce moved to the left of the door and motioned Tal over to the right of it.

They listened for several seconds. The inn was silent. There was no sound from within the utility room.

Keeping his body out of the doorway, Bryce leaned forward and reached across the door, took hold of the knob, turned it slowly and silently until it had gone as far as it would go. He hesitated. He glanced over at Tal, who indicated his own readiness. Bryce took a deep breath, threw the door inward, and jumped back, out of the way.

Nothing rushed from the unlighted room.

Tal inched to the edge of the jamb, reached around with one arm, fumbled for the light switch, and found it.

Bryce was crouched down, waiting. The instant the light came on, he launched himself through the doorway, his revolver poked out in front of him.

Stark fluorescent light spilled down from the twin ceiling panels and glinted off the edges of the metal sink and off the bottles and cans of cleaning materials.

The shroud, in which they had wrapped the body, lay in a pile on the floor, beside the table.

Wargle's corpse was missing.

Deke Coover had been the guard stationed at the front doors of the inn.

He wasn't much help to Bryce. He had spent a lot of time looking out at Skyline Road, with his back to the lobby.

Someone couldd have carted Wargle's body away without Coover being the wiser.

,You told me to watch the front approach, Sheriff," Deke Said, "As long as he didn't accompany himself with a song, Wargle could've come out of there all by his lonesome, doing an old soft-shoe routine and waving a flag in each hand, and he mightn't have attracted my notice.

The two men stationed by the elevators, near the utility room, were Kelly MacHeath and Donny Jessup. They were two of Bryce's younger men, in their mid-twenties, but they were both able, trustworthy, and reasonably experienced.

Macbeath, a blond and beefy fellow with a bull's neck and heavy shoulders, shook his head and said, "Nobody went in or out of the utility room all night.”

"Nobody," Jessup agreed. He was a wiry, curly-haired man with eyes the color of tea." We would've seen them.”

"The door's right there." MacBeath observed.

"And we were here all night.”

::You know us, Sheriff," MacBeath said.

You know we aren't slackers," Jessup said.

"When we're supposed to be on duty, we are on duty,' Jessup finished.

Damn it, — Bryce said. -Wargle's body is gone. It didn't just climb off that table and walk through a wall!”

"It didn't just climb off that table and walk through that door, either," MacBeath insisted.

,Sir", Jessup said, "Wargle was dead. I didn't see the body myself, but from what I bear, he was very dead. Dead men stay where you put them.

"Not necessarily," Bryce said." Not in this town. Not tonight.”

In the utility room with Tal, Bryce said, "There's just not another way out of here but the door.”

They walked slowly around the room, studying it.

The leaky faucet drooled out a drop of water that struck the pan of the metal sink with a soft ping.

"The heating vent," Tal said, pointing to a grille in one wall, directly under the ceiling." What about that?”

"Are you serious?”

"Better have a look.”

"It's not big enough for a man to pass through.”

"Remember the burglary at Krybinsky's Jewelry Store?”

"How could I forget? It's still unsolved, as Alex Krybinsky so pointedly reminds me every time we meet.”

"That guy entered Krybinsky's basement through an unlocked window almost as small as that grille.”

Bryce knew, as did any cop who handled burglaries, that a man of ordinary build required a surprisingly small opening to gain entrance to a building. Any hole large enough to accept a man's head was also large enough to provide an entrance for his entire body. The shoulders were wider than the head, of course, but they could be collapsed forward or otherwise contorted enough to be squeezed through; likewise, the breadth of the hips was nearly always sufficiently alterable to follow where the shoulders had gone. But Stu Wargle hadn't been a man of ordinary build.

"Stu's belly would've stuck in there like a cork in a bottle," Bryce said.

Nevertheless, he pulled up a stepstool that had been standing in one corner, climbed onto it, and took a closer look at the vent.

"The grille's not held in place by screws," he told Tal." It's a spring-clip model, so it could conceivably have been snapped into place from inside the duct, once Wargle went through, so long as he wriggled in feet-first.”

He pulled the grille off the wall.

Tal handed him a flashlight.

Bryce directed the hewn into the dark heating duct and frowned. The narrow, metal passageway ran only a short distance before taking a ninety-degree upward turn.

Switching off the flashlight and passing it down toTal Bryce said, "Impossible. To get through there, Wargle would have to've been no bigger than Sammy Davis, Jr., and as flexible as the rubber man in a carnival sideshow.”

Frank Autry approached Bryce Hammond at the operations desk in the middle of the lobby, where the sheriff was seated, reading over the messages that had come in during the night.

"Sir, there's something you ought to know about Wargle.”

Bryce looked up." What's that?”

"Well… I don't like to have to speak ill of the dead..

"None of us cared much for him," Bryce said flatly." Any attempt to honor his memory would be hypocritical. So if you know something that'll help me, spill it, Frank.”

Frank smiled." You'd have done real well for yourself in the army." He sat on the edge of the desk." Last night, when Wargle and I were dismantling the radio over at the substation, he made several disgusting remarks about Dr. Paige and Lisa.”

"Sex stuff?”

"Yeah.”

Frank recounted the conversation that he'd had with Wargle.

"Christ," Bryce said, shaking his head.

Frank said, "The thing about the girl was what bothered me most. Wargle was half serious when he talked about maybe making a move on her if the opportunity arose. I don't think he'd have gone as far as rape, but he was capable of making a very heavy pass and using his authority, his badge, to coerce her. I don't think that kid could be coerced; she's too spunky.

But I think Wargle might've tried it.”

The sheriff tapped a pencil on the desk, staring thoughtfully into the air.

"But Lisa couldn't have known," Frank said.

"She couldn't have overheard any of your conversation?”

"Not a word.”

"She might have suspected what kind of man Wargle was from the way he looked at her.”

"But she couldn't have known," Frank said." Do you see what I'm driving at?”

"Yes.”

"Most kids," Frank said, "if they were going to make up a tall tale, they would be satisfied just to say they'd been chased by a dead man.

They wouldn't ordinarily embellish it by saying the dead man wanted to molest them.”