End of Watch (Bill Hodges Trilogy #3) - Stephen King Page 0,128
with the Zappit console in his sagging hand and Babineau’s laptop in front of him. That’s where the chiming is coming from. He looks at the screen and sees two messages. The first reads 248 FOUND. That’s the good news. The second is the bad news:
REPEATER NOW OFFLINE
Freddi, he thinks. I didn’t believe you had the guts. I really didn’t.
You bitch.
His left hand gropes along the desk and closes on a ceramic skull filled with pens and pencils. He brings it up, meaning to smash it into the screen and destroy that infuriating message. What stops him is an idea. A horribly plausible idea.
Maybe she didn’t have the guts. Maybe somebody else killed the repeater. And who could that someone else be? Hodges, of course. The old Det-Ret. His fucking nemesis.
Brady knows he isn’t exactly right in the head, has known that for years now, and understands this could be nothing but paranoia. Yet it makes a degree of sense. Hodges stopped his gloating visits to Room 217 almost a year and a half ago, but he was sniffing around the hospital just yesterday, according to Babineau.
And he always knew I was faking, Brady thinks. He said so, time and time again: I know you’re in there, Brady. Some of the suits from the DA’s office had said the same thing, but with them it had only been wishful thinking; they wanted to put him on trial and have done with him. Hodges, though …
‘He said it with conviction,’ Brady says.
And maybe this isn’t such terrible news, after all. Half of the Zappits Freddi loaded up and Babineau sent out are now active, which means most of those people will be as open to invasion as the little fag he just dealt with. Plus, there’s the website. Once the Zappit people start killing themselves – with a little help from Brady Wilson Hartsfield, granted – the website will push others over the edge: monkey see, monkey do. At first it will be just the ones who were closest to doing it anyway, but they will lead by example and there will be many more. They’ll march off the edge of life like stampeding buffalo going over a cliff.
But still.
Hodges.
Brady remembers a poster he had in his room when he was a boy: If life hands you lemons, make lemonade! Words to live by, especially when you kept in mind that the only way to make them into lemonade was to squeeze the hell out of them.
He grabs Z-Boy’s old but serviceable flip phone and once again dials Freddi’s number from memory.
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Freddi gives a small scream when ‘Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy’ starts tootling away from somewhere in the apartment. Holly puts a gentling hand on her shoulder and looks a question at Hodges. He nods and follows the sound, with Jerome on his heels. Her phone is on top of her dresser, amid a clutter of hand cream, Zig-Zag rolling papers, roach clips, and not one but two good-sized bags of pot.
The screen says Z-BOY, but Z-Boy, once known as Library Al Brooks, is currently in police custody and not likely to be making any calls.
‘Hello?’ Hodges says. ‘Is that you, Dr Babineau?’
Nothing … or almost. Hodges can hear breathing.
‘Or should I call you Dr Z?’
Nothing.
‘How about Brady, will that work?’ He still can’t quite believe this in spite of everything Freddi has told them, but he can believe that Babineau has gone schizo, and actually thinks that’s who he is. ‘Is it you, asshole?’
The sound of the breathing continues for another two or three seconds, then it’s gone. The connection has been broken.
15
‘It’s possible, you know,’ Holly says. She has joined them in Freddi’s cluttered bedroom. ‘That it really could be Brady, I mean. Personality projection is well documented. In fact, it’s the second-most-common cause of so-called demonic possession. The most common being schizophrenia. I saw a documentary about it on—’
‘No,’ Hodges says. ‘Not possible. Not.’
‘Don’t blind yourself to the idea. Don’t be like Miss Pretty Gray Eyes.’
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ Oh God, now the tendrils of pain are reaching all the way down to his balls.
‘That you shouldn’t turn away from the evidence just because it points in a direction you don’t want to go. You know Brady was different when he regained consciousness. He came back with certain abilities most people don’t have. Telekinesis may only have been one of them.’