Мгла
The Spell of Mrs. Carmody. The Second Night in the Market. The Final Confrontation.
"Idon’tthinkso.Notwithoutthescentofprey.Ireallybelievethat’sthekeytogettingaway."
"Butyoudon’tknow."
"No,notforsure."
"Wherewouldyouwanttogo?"
"First?Home.Togetmywife."
"David-"
"Allright.Tocheck.Tobesure."
"Thethingsouttherecouldbeeveryplace,David.TheycouldgetyoutheminuteyousteppedoutofyourScoutintoyourdooryard."
"Ifthathappened,theScoutwouldbeyours.AllI’daskwouldbethatyoutakecareofBillyaswellasyoucouldforaslongasyoucould."
OlliefinishedhisBuschanddroppedthecanbackintothecooler,whereitclatteredamongtheempties.ThebuttofthegunAmanda’shusbandhadgivenherprotrudedfromhispocket.
"South?"Heasked,meetingmyeyes.
"Yeah,Iwould,"Isaid."Gosouthandtrytogetoutofthemist.Trylikehell."
"Howmuchgasyougot?"
"Almostfull."
"Haveyouthoughtthatitmightbeimpossibletogetout?"
Ihad.SupposewhattheyhadbeenfoolingwithattheArrowheadProjecthadpulledthisentireregionintoanotherdimensionaseasilyasyouorIwouldturnasockinsideout?"Ithadcrossedmymind,"Isaid,"butthealternativeseemstobewaitingaroundtoseewhoMrs.Carmodytapsfortheplaceofhonor."
"Wereyouthinkingabouttoday?"
"No,it’safternoonalreadyandthosethingsgetactiveatnight.Iwasthinkingabouttomorrow,veryearly."
"Whowouldyouwanttotake?"
"MeandyouandBilly.HattieTurman.AmandaDumfries.ThatoldguyCornellandMrs.Reppler.MaybeBudBrowntoo.
