Dark Witness (21 page)

"I don't have a boss," Josie pointed out.

"No one would hire you, huh?" Nell chuckled. "Can't blame 'em."

"They didn't know what they were missing," Josie answered. "But what about you? You didn't get all bent out of shape about helping me."

"Me?" Nell took a swig directly out of the flask since she wasn't sharing. "I'm a businesswoman. You're not wasting my time if you pay me, and if you're paying me, you can't hurt my feelings. Andre is a cop. He's a man. What he told you was the truth. You're not going to find your girl. You're not going to find her friend. Andre doesn't like to waste his time. He really doesn't like people to get their hopes up."

"If it was his daughter he'd be doing just what I'm doing," Josie said.

"Probably," she finished her drink. "But she's your daughter, and I think you'd be out here by yourself if no one else would go. I couldn't let you do that."

Nell screwed the top back on the flask and lay down. She threw the top of her sleeping bag over her body and zipped it up. Josie did the same, but she took the map to bed with her.

"Time to get some shut eye. Night," Nell said.

The lantern went off. They lay in the dark, zipped into bags, under the shelter of a small tent.

"She's not my daughter, you know," Josie said.

"Might as well be," Nell answered. "That's why I'm assuming you want to start again in the morning."

"I didn't think that was even a question," Josie said.

"Figured I'd be polite and ask. Now go to sleep." Nell turned over in her bag.

Josie just stared into the dark, her mind still working. "So, do you think the natives are still at those camps by the river?"

Nell sniffed, but that was all the answer Josie got. The other woman went to sleep knowing that tomorrow they'd be headed to the summer camps.

Josie arranged her backpack and used it as a pillow. She slid the map underneath it, closed her eyes, and listened to Nell's breathing. She also thought about how cold her nose was, and then drifted off to sleep aware that her last thoughts were to wonder what Hannah and Billy were doing at that very moment.

That was how great Josie Bates' faith was. That in the demonic darkness, wandering in the wilderness, lost and without direction, Josie Bates believed that Hannah Sheraton and Billy Zuni were alive and able to do anything at all.

CHAPTER 16

I should have known. There had to be a crazy in this group, but Glenn wasn't the one I would have figured on. I look at Billy, and he's looking at me. He's pale as a ghost. I feel like I might be, too. Every bit of blood feels like it drained from my face and all my stewing pot of genes isn't enough to leave my skin the color of toffee.

I check out Glenn. He doesn't even notice that I'm staring at him like he's the monster that just climbed out from under my bed.

He's happy with his logs and his fire.

He's really happy – with his logs – and his fire.

Hannah spoke up, and Billy thought it was cool that her voice didn't even shake because it should have.

"What kind of fire were you starting when you got burned? In your fireplace? In your house?"

Glenn shook his very ordinary head. He picked up a poker and the flames flared. His hand looked like melting wax in the gold/red light. Seemingly satisfied that it would burn well, he put the poker down, and started stacking the wood.

"Sort of. I mean it was at my house, but we didn't have a fireplace." He chuckled a little, and it was an almost merry sound. "I think about it now, and I realize how really terrible it was. I was mad at my wife and my children. I don't think any of them liked me very much. My wife, well, she really loved our house. So I thought, you know, I'd scare her a little, and so I burned the house down. But they were in it."

"You knew they were in there?" Billy asked.

Glenn took the small log off the stack and replaced it with a larger one.

"Isn't that what on purpose means? I didn't do it very well, but I guess you could tell that. I mean will you look at me?"

He did a mechanical quarter turn, paused, and did it again as he poked at his chest.

"Do you want to see?"

Hannah shook her head, "No. No."

"We're good," Billy agreed.

"It's pretty ugly, even if I do say so myself. It's amazing I survived at all. A real testament to medical science. They said I was nuts and sent me to a hospital instead of jail. I told them that I wasn't nuts." Glenn finished his stacking and brushed off his hands. "I was really honest about the whole thing. I told them I meant to do it, and it wasn't the first time. I've always thought fire is amazing. It just can get out of hand so fast. Still, there are so many things to really like about it."

His drum body rolled around. He picked up the poker and used it again. Cinders sparkled, flames flamed, wood blackened. Reluctantly, he closed the grate, struggled up, and trotted over to Duncan's chair.

"Can I stay here for a little? It's awful downstairs. Melody is so unhappy and Teresa just has her mouth all clamped shut. Robert's crying. The rest went to
Hours,
but I think they just don't want to be around when Duncan comes back. Nobody gets disturbed in
Hours
. Ever. I used to hate that. There are times I would just pray for someone to disturb me.
Hours
can be so long and lonely. I sure hope this doesn't interfere with the healing."

Glenn didn't seem to like the position of his chair so he got up again and carried it closer to the stove.

"Anyway, it would be sad if this screwed up the healing."

"What's with the healing thing?" Hannah asked. "Do you think Duncan is going to lay on hands or something? I mean, do you believe that he can make your scars go away or Melody's arm okay? Is that it?"

"Oh, okay. I guess nobody really had a chance to explain it to you, did they?"

"No. It would be good to know." Billy moved closer to Hannah.

"Well," Glenn answered, "It's really pretty simple. We believe that Pea speaks to God. She is perfect and
Within. . .
"

"What's that?" Billy asked.

"Oh, that just means there's nothing wrong with her. Duncan is close but she's perfect. When you're perfect, you live all alone inside yourself because you just don't need anything else. That's what we all strive for. Pea was born that way. That's what I hear. I've never seen her myself because Duncan is the only man who can see her. Melody told us how beautiful she is, though, and how
Within
is amazing. That's how it is when you're perfect. Anyway," Glenn waved his hand. "Pea's got nothing wrong with her, and she's so perfect that nothing in this world can touch her. She doesn't have to be with other people, or move, or look at anyone. She and God talk in their brains. Then Pea tells Duncan what God says, and he looks in the Bible, and he tells us all what it means. That's how we are guided, and that is how we will know when the healing time is on us. It's going to be pretty soon. Or at least it was supposed to be."

"Duncan interprets what she says? Like Bible study?" Hannah asked.

"He's more than a study person. He is blessed with the gift of interpretation."

"And the rest of you?" Billy asked.

"We're chosen. We're the people who God told Duncan could be healed. Not everyone can be, you know. It's not easy to earn it. When Duncan first told me what I had to do, I didn't think I could manage but here I am. I haven't set a fire since I've been with him. Except in a stove, of course."

"So, dude, I'm totally not getting it." Billy said. "What do you have to do?"

"Face our sins head on, of course. I burned down my house, so I tend the fires. That's how we prove we won't sin again. We are tempted and we resist. Melody tends Pea – and now Hannah – Teresa has to care for everyone like they're her own children, Robert has to help Teresa as if she's his mother."

"Do you mean everyone did something as bad as you?" Hannah asked.

"Oh yes." Glenn raised his hands and made a little box with them. "I set a fire and killed my wife and my kids and burned down my house. I did it once before with someone else's house. My sin is hurting people with fire." He made a box-like gesture in front of him. "Then I got arrested and sent to the hospital where I met Duncan while he was doing ministry. We talked about how to be healed and he said–” Glenn moved his deformed hands to another imaginary space to the other side of his body " – if I faced what I did, if I could resist temptation, if I lived by God's word, I would be healed and released from the pain of this world. That's what he said. Released from the pain of this world and be whole and happy."

"And so he makes you be the fire guy so that you have to resist temptation all the time?" Billy asked.

"Yep. Works good, don't you think?" Glenn said brightly. "If I can be responsible for the fires around here, God will see that I have conquered temptation and atoned for my sin. I will be released."

His hands came down on his thighs. He was smiling. Hannah wiped the sweat from her head. It was getting hot in the room. Clearly, Glenn was good at his job.

"What about the others?" she asked. "What did they do?"

"Melody had a twin sister who was very pretty and not damaged at all. When Melody was younger, she slashed her pretty sister with a knife."

"Did she die?" Billy asked.

Glenn shook his head. "No, but she looks pretty bad as I understand it. Melody cut off her nose and part of her ears and lips. That's why she has to tend to Pea. Pea is beautiful so Duncan tempts Melody with Pea. Then she saw your arms," he pointed at Hannah. "Sorry, but she told us about your arms. Duncan said that proved she had to care for you. You would be pretty when you got better and the scars would remind Melody of what she'd done to her sister. So now she has to look at both you and Pea. I thought she was handling things very well, but maybe not. I mean considering what happened tonight. Maybe she went off the deep end."

"Hannah," Billy said. "Jesus, Hannah."

She held up her hand. They would talk when Glenn was gone. Right now he was on a roll and she wanted to hear the rest. Glenn happily ran through everyone in the house but they barely heard about the little people, and they just caught the end of Foster's tale. They tuned back in just in time to hear about Teresa and Robert.

". . .And Robert. He beat up his mother because she laughed at him and told him how ugly he was. He's huge – as you saw – so it didn't take much to hurt her bad. She's a vegetable, I hear. So he has to take care of Teresa no matter how she treats him. And Teresa has to take of him like he is her child. You know, mother and son squared off every day."

"What did Teresa do?" Billy asked.

"She tried to kill her children and herself. She gave them sleeping pills." Glenn adjusted in his chair, warming to his subject. "That's an interesting story. She couldn't take care of them, and she didn't want to see them given away because they were so special. Teresa thought she was doing it out of love. Duncan says it doesn't matter why things were done, it matters that they are done. He says a mother's sin is the greatest of all. Sometimes I wonder if Teresa's going to be healed. Sometimes I think Duncan hates her. That would only be normal except that he's, well, Duncan and so close to God. I don't think he can hate if he's the one God chose."

Hannah lifted her casted leg closer to the edge of the bed. She wanted to be on her feet if anything happened. She glanced at Billy to see if he was thinking about running. His head wagged. He brushed his long hair behind his ears, flipped it back, and did it all over again.

"Why would Duncan hate her so much?" Billy asked. "I mean, isn't he like the go to guy for all of you? Shouldn't he want to heal you all the same?"

"He should, but I can see where it's difficult for him. I mean, it was Duncan and Pea she tried to kill," Glenn said. "Those are her real children. Duncan and Pea."

***

Duncan trudged through the snow. It was late, but the lights still burned in the house. Usually, at this hour, everyone was asleep except for him. This was the time when he sat by Pea's bed and listened to her breathing. He had no idea what it was like for Pea to sleep. He assumed she was removed from heavenly grace, but one never knew for sure. He was truly curious about Pea's state of mind tonight. He wondered if she felt the same joy he did. He hoped so because he was fairly drunk with it.

He danced up the three wooden steps. Snow had piled up on the porch. It was snowing so hard, it might actually be up to the top stair by morning, but right now the white stuff looked like a festive garland around the house.

Duncan threw himself at the door and burst through like a favorite uncle arriving just in time to open the Christmas gifts. He whipped the scarf from his face. He pulled the gloves from his hands. He unbuttoned his jacket and threw it off his body as he called.

"Everyone. Come everyone! Come down. Come out! Come here!" He looked down the hall to the dining room, he looked in the living room, and then he looked up the stairs. "God will forgive if you're in
Hours
. Come now. Off your knees!"

The flock appeared as they had when Robert called them from the river: one by one, in their own time. Unlike that day, they were not curious about why they were being called. They were fearful. The order was disturbed. Duncan had not been Duncan at all when he left them behind to fend for themselves. Melody was stricken that he had not embraced her.

Terrified that Duncan would take Pea to task after Melody's revelation, Teresa had rushed after him and thrown her wretched body across the stairs to stop him from trying to see Pea. She collapsed on the bottom step, relieved when Duncan dressed himself and went out into the snowy night.

Foster stumbled into the living room to have a conversation with himself about what he would do now. It was all mumble and stutter and no one bothered to try to understand him. He took his conversation to a closet and closed himself in.

Glenn poked at the fire and rearranged the wood in the downstairs room, unnerved by the sudden pall. When he was done, he went off to tend the fires in the other rooms and had not returned.