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A teenage girl who sat near Junior was frowning.
"It sounds kinda like vampires, doesn't it?" she said.
"Sure does," Junior said, and thought again of the man in black. He felt a chill. "Just like vampires."
Emma Mae Taylor allowed her sister, Lillie, to drag her to the town meeting. Earlier, she'd banged on Emma's door like she'd lost her mind, then shoved a green flyer in her face.
"If you got any sense, you'll go to this," Lillie had said. "You need to come outta that house from up under that man and learn about the evil that's running through this town"
"I got me some gardening to do," Emma said. She'd gotten one of those flyers about the medical whatever happening in town. Some meddling fool had slid it under her door, and Emma had skimmed it, then thrown it away. Emergency? Please, it was all a matter of perspective. She didn't let things get under her skin like most people did. She was cool.
"Emma, you come outta there or I'ma drag you out," Lillie said. Her eyes narrowed. "I'm sick and tired of you not caring what's going on here. You need to learn for your own good and for that man you so crazy 'bout."
"All right, all right, I'll go! Damn, you a pain in the ass. Let me fix my hair." Emma spun away from the door, not bothering to invite Lillie inside. Lillie was a cleaning freak and would start criticizing Emma about cleaning her house, and Emma didn't feel like hearing it.
After she fixed her hair, she checked on Blood. He'd been under the weather all day. She was sure it was because some mutt had bitten him last night when he was leaving the bar. She'd taken him to the emergency room, to get a rabies shot; afterward, the doctor had wanted Blood to stay there, but Blood hated hospitals and begged Emma to take him home. She couldn't say no to him, so she brought him home against the doctor's protests. Since then, Blood had been running a slight fever and sleeping like a log.
Medical emergency, she thought, with a pang of anxiety. She didn't like leaving him alone in the house.
"We gonna stay at this meeting one hour, and that's it," Emma said to Lillie, coming outside. "I got to get back, I got things to do ""
"Where's Blood?" Lillie said. "He needs to come, too"
"Aww, he's got a hangover and he's sleeping it off"
"Hmph, I ain't surprised," Lillie said. Emma let her snide remark pass. Blood's condition was none of her sister's business. Lillie ran her mouth too damn much.
Now she sat beside Lillie in the church (where she hadn't been since Mama had died, eight years ago), as Chief Jackson explained what was happening. A virus, passed by a bite from a dog, or a person. Now that was some upsetting shit. Emma couldn't stop thinking about Blood.
"... we gonna set up a special area in the hospital, to keep all the folks that's been bit," the chief said. "Kinda like a quarantine. We need to put 'em there so we can keep an eye on them, make sure they're getting the care they need, make sure the infection don't spread, too. So if anybody's in your house who's been bit, we want you to fill out the sheet that we're passing 'round. And if your neighbor or friend's been bit, we wanna know that, too. Doc Green's crew is gonna come pick them up and take them to the hospital . . ."
A paper attached to a clipboard was thrust in front of Emma. At least a half-dozen names were scribbled on the list. They were all people that she knew. Damn.
But Blood didn't want to stay in a hospital, and she wasn't going to make him. Hell, how did she know what was really going on? They might be planning to operate on them folks that got taken into quarantine, or they might pump some kinda drugs into them. It could be the government running biological weapons experiments or some shit. She didn't trust these people. She'd keep Blood at home and take care of him herself.
Pressing her lips together, she passed the clipboard to Lillie.
Nia had not seen her mother enter the church. It was not like Mama to be late, and Mama would never miss something as important as this meeting, if for no other reason than it would give her some fresh gossip to spread to her friends.
"I'm going to go outside and call Mama," she whispered to David. "She still isn't here"
"Are you sure?" he said. "There's a couple hundred people in here, she could've slipped in when you weren't looking"
"I'm positive. I'll be right back."
At the pulpit, Dr. Green had come to stand beside Chief Jackson and was delivering his jargon-filled theory of the "virus" He sounded so convincing and knowledgeable that Nia would have believed him herself if she had not seen the vampires with her own eyes.
In the lobby, Nia used her cell phone to call her house. The phone rang five times, then the answering machine picked up. Nia ended the call, and tried again. Still no answer.
She looked through the lobby's glass doors and at the parking lot, which was full of cars. She did not see her mother's green Chrysler.
Maybe Mama was on her way. But the church was only three minutes away from the house. Mama could've left home and arrived there in the time that Nia had been standing in the lobby. There was never any traffic to speak of in Mason's Corner-unless it was a funeral procession.
Her gut spasmed.
As she debated her next move, David pushed through the wooden sanctuary doors.
"Is everything okay?" he said.
"Mama's not answering the phone. I'm worried."
"You want to swing by the house to check?"
"Yes, but you can't leave, David. Jackson needs you here. Remember our plan."
"Yeah" David bit his lip.
"It's daylight," she said. "I'll be okay. I'll have my cell, and you're wearing yours, too. I'll call you if anything happens"
`Be careful." He handed her the keys to the Pathfinder.
"I'll hurry back, promise."
She kissed him quickly, then rushed outside.
Jahlil and Poke sat in a pew at the back of the church. Jahlil had thought he would be bored by hearing his dad and the other people discuss what was happening, but he was on the tip of his seat, listening.
He had never seen Dad address a group of people this large. Dad spoke with authority, in a no bullshit tone, and people paid attention.
Before today, Jahlil had been quick to downplay his dad's job. He was a police chief in a tiny town where nothing ever happened. So what? Anyone could've done his job. Or so he'd thought. To see Dad up there, leading these people-it made something kick inside Jahlil. A long-forgotten piece of him stirred. It was something like admiration-awe, evenof his dad. He remembered a time, as a young kid, when he used to think Dad was the most amazing man in the world, stronger than any superhero, smarter than any scientist. Can you lift a car, Dad? Jahlil had asked him once, and Dad had said, Reckon I could, son, if doing it meant saving you and your mother
Jahlil's eyes grew watery. He quickly rubbed them dry. But Poke didn't notice. The boy was sucking his thumb. He had been sucking his thumb like a lollipop since T-Bone had vanished last night.
"Like Doc Green said," Dad said, "we've been on the line with some top people in Memphis; they're sending a crew of experts our way soon. Meantime, we've got to handle things properly. After we open up for some questions, we're gonna ask for volunteers for our citizen patrol teams. Got to have able-bodied men and women to help us here .. ."
After Chief Jackson finished explaining that they would be soliciting volunteers for the citizen patrol teams the teams David would command-at the end of the meeting, the mayor, Cleotis Davis, came forward. He spoke briefly about the townspeople pulling together to help one another out, and how "we're all one big family," and tossed in a couple other newsworthy sound bites. The county sheriff, Johnny Chaser, talked a minute about how he'd use the county's resources to help them out. Then Reverend Brown arrived at the pulpit and talked about what God might have planned for Mason's Corner, and how in times of distress, one could reach a profound understanding of God's grace, and so on and so forth.
David tapped his leg. It was already a quarter after five, and they had a lot of work ahead of them. This meeting was suppos
ed to be as focused and brief as possible and last no longer than an hour, but it was nearing the hour-long point and they had not opened the floor for questions yet, which David anticipated would be the lengthiest part of the discussion.
And where was Nia? She had left almost fifteen minutes ago, and had not called him. He hadn't liked letting her leave alone-he felt that they were at risk at all hours of the day, not only at night-but she had been determined. Besides, she was right. The chief needed him there to round up the citizen patrol teams.
He blew out a tight breath. He would wait a few more minutes, then call Nia if she did not contact him.
At the pulpit, the reverend concluded his speech, and Jackson came forward again.
"All right, now," Jackson said. "We're ready to take questions. We've got some microphones at the end of the aisles, all 'round the church, so please step to the mic when you talk so everyone can hear you .. ."
The afternoon sky was gunmetal gray as Nia zoomed down Main Street.
Please, let Mama be all right, she prayed.
She practically stood on the brake as she screeched to a stop in front of her house.
Her mother's Chrysler was parked in its usual place under the carport. But an unfamiliar car was parked behind it: a blue Ford Thunderbird with Texas plates.
Mr. Morgan. Her former teacher colleague. Her stalker.
It couldn't be him.
But he'd called her a couple of days ago, hadn't he? And her number was unlisted.
Somehow, he'd shattered her shell of security.
Don't freak out, it could be someone else, and Mama could've been outdoors and not heard the phone ring...
Nia carried her own gun, a Beretta .32, in her purse. She unzipped her purse, for quick access.
As she walked down the path to the front door, she expected to see her dog, Princess, appear in the window and start barking excitedly. But the curtains remained still. Perhaps the dog was asleep.
Nia inserted her key in the lock of the front door, turned it. She slid her hand inside the bag, curled her fingers around the cool gun handle. With her other hand, she twisted the doorknob and nudged the door. It creaked open.
Mama was in the living room. She was bound to a dining room chair with several lengths of duct tape. Tape covered her mouth, too. A purple-black bruise marked her eye, and her hair was in disarray.
Mr. Morgan reclined on the sofa. He looked much like he had when she had last seen him. Tall, lean, brown-skinned, with intense eyes. The only difference was that he had grown a thick beard.
A large, sharp knife rested beside his leg.
"It's about time that you came home," Mr. Morgan said. "I've been here chatting with my future mother-in-law for a while and wondered when you would decide to show your pretty face, Miss James"
Nia's throat was dry. She could not summon sufficient saliva to speak.
Mama's eyes were wild, and she was trying to talk, but the tape held back her frantic words.
Mr. Morgan smiled. "You're looking mighty fine, Miss James. Sure were worth the drive from Houston" He patted the seat cushion. "Come sit over here, so we can get reacquainted."
Nia did not move. She finally said, "You hurt Mama"
Mr. Morgan picked up the knife. "I told you to come sit over here, Miss James. You know I don't like to repeat myself. Don't act like one of my hard-headed students"
The Nia whom Mr. Morgan had known prior to his incarceration would have lowered her head in defeat, and shuffled to sit beside him while desperately trying to connive a way out of her bind. But that Nia was gone. The events of the past several days had turned her nerves to iron.
She drew the gun and gripped it with both hands, as she had learned.
"Put down the knife, asshole," she said.
Morgan's mouth dropped open like a trap door. The blade slipped out of his hand.
Behind the tape, Mama sounded like she was squealing in shock.
"You won't ... you won't shoot me," Morgan said, his voice shaky. Then, more confidently: "I know you don't have what it takes to look in my eyes and pull the trigger."
"Don't test me" Nia's finger tightened on the trigger. "You don't know what I've been dealing with lately. I promise you-I will shoot you"
Morgan's hand fidgeted near the knife, but he did not pick it up. He appeared uncertain, cocky machismo wavering.
"Get on the floor, on your knees," Nia said. "Put your hands in the air."
Instead of kneeling, as she ordered, he stood, hands raised.
"I'm going to leave, Miss James," he said. "We're going to resume this discussion later. Unless you prefer to kill me in cold blood." He smirked.
She itched to shoot him, she really did. But as Morgan walked past her and toward the door, keeping a distance of several feet between them, she did not fire. She ground her teeth.
Morgan pushed through the door and went outside.
Nia lowered the gun.
Outside, Morgan backed his car out of the driveway and roared down the road.
Nia locked the door, stuffed the gun in her purse, and went to Mama.
"Oh, Mama, I'm so sorry," Nia said. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She gently pulled away the duct tape from her mother's mouth.
"I'm all right." Mama's voice was raspy. "Are you okay, baby?"
Nia hugged Mama tightly.
"I'm going to cut you loose and put something on that eye," Nia said. She paused. "Did Morgan ... do anything else to you?"
"No, that asshole was saving his energy for you," Mama said. "Pardon my French. He's an evil man. I wish you'd shot him, God help me ""
"The police will get him," Nia said, though she doubted that capturing Morgan would be a priority, in light of everything else going on.
Nia found a knife in the kitchen-she did not want to touch the blade Morgan had handled-and sliced through the tape that bound her mother.
"Mama, where's Princess? I would've expected her to protect you"
"Princess ran off when I let her out to pee. Some mangylooking mutt walked by, and Princess chased after it. Matter of fact, I was out front calling for her when that evil man pulled up ""
"Oh, no" Princess had never run away before. She was an obedient, sweet-tempered dog.
Nia wanted to look for Princess, but time was short. Night was coming. She hoped her dog would turn up, but she had her doubts. The streets weren't safe for dogs anymore. The streets weren't safe for anyone, anymore
Her face must have given away her troubled emotions, because Mama said, "Nia, what's going on in our town?"
"Mama, I want you to stay with Aunt Loretta for a few days," Nia said. Her aunt lived in Southaven, a safe distance from Dark Corner. "I promise I'll tell you what's going on, soon, but you have to leave right away. Will you please do that for me?"
"Okay." Fear brightened Mama's eyes. "Are you coming with me?"
"I have to stay here and help David and some other people. I'll be okay, don't worry."
"David ... I'm sorry I was mean to that boy. You seem so happy since you've met him."
"He's a good man, Mama, and he has to do something very important. He needs my help."
Mama hugged herself. "I'm scared, baby. I don't know what's going on, but I'm scared"
Nia wrapped her mother in her arms.
"So am I"
Jackson thought they had done a pretty fair job of educating the townsfolk about what was going on in Dark Corner, and what the people should do, without them giving away the frightening truth that surely would have driven the crowd into a panic of disbelief, fear, and superstition. But twentyplus years of working with the public had taught him that even if you explained something as clear as glass, people would have questions. When he opened up the floor to the audience, he gripped the edges of the pulpit and braced himself for the worst.
Out of the hundreds of people in the church, his cousin, Elmer, was the first to get to a microphone. Hitching up his pants, his sleeves rolled up around his chubby forearms, El
mer hurried to the mic positioned in the middle of the sanctuary. His bald head glistened in the fluorescent light.
Jackson dreaded giving his cousin a chance to speak in public, but he had to be fair. He pointed toward Elmer and said, "Go ahead, Elmer."
Elmer cleared his throat. "I don't know what the other folks in here think, but I think y'all got it all wrong. You say a virus is in our town and you don't know where it came from. I know where it came from the federal government. They're using our town for experiments-"
Christ, Jackson thought. Leave it up to Elmer to open up the government conspiracy box.
Members of the crowd nodded in agreement.
"-we ain't nothing but guinea pigs for them," Elmer said. "They don't care about the welfare of a town full of black folks. Bet it's some kinda biological weapon they're testing out. Far as they're concerned, we're expendable. A black life ain't never meant shit to Uncle Sam"
"Like Tuskegee, Alabama," a man said. "Remember those syphilis experiments they did on the brothers, back in the day."
"AIDS started off as a government experiment over in Africa," another man said. "They don't care about us"
Murmurs of agreement swept through the group. Elmer cracked a smug grin and folded his arms as if to say, What you gonna say to that, cuz?
Jackson clenched his teeth.
"All right," Jackson said. "Say it is an experiment by some government outfit. What you think we should do about it, Elmer?"
Elmer cleared his throat. "Well ... umm ... well ... maybe call up the NAACP."
"And stage a march, huh?" Jackson said. "Meanwhile, folks getting bit and falling down sick."
"The chief got a point," a woman said.
For once, Elmer didn't have a comeback. Jackson hurried to move past him. He pointed to a young woman on the right. "Next question. Your turn, miss."
She stepped to the microphone. She was a cute girl, maybe no older than twenty, and wore a plain blue dress and thick glasses.
"I'll be frank," the girl said. "I'm scared. I've been having nightmares for the past week, and my own dog, Pete, has become like one of these infected dogs that you've mentioned. He isn't a normal dog anymore, and he ran away from home. I don't think it's a virus or a government plot. I think it's evil. Something evil and supernatural is in our town, and I know I can't be the only one in here who's felt it. Be honest with yourselves."