End of Watch (Bill Hodges Trilogy #3) - Stephen King Page 0,99

answers before my last day is over. If I have to squeeze you to get them, make your eyes pop out a little, that will be just fine.

Jerome settles on one corner of Hodges’s desk, his usual perch. ‘Run through the whole thing for me, from the beginning. I might see something new.’

Hodges does most of the talking. Holly goes to the window and looks out on Lower Marlborough, arms crossed, hands cupping her shoulders. She adds something from time to time, but mostly she just listens.

When Hodges is done, Jerome asks, ‘How sure are you about this mind-over-matter thing?’

Hodges considers. ‘Eighty percent. Maybe more. It’s wild, but there are too many stories to discount it.’

‘If he could do it, it’s my fault,’ Holly says without turning from the window. ‘When I hit him with your Happy Slapper, Bill, it could have rearranged his brains somehow. Given him access to the ninety percent of gray matter we never use.’

‘Maybe,’ Hodges says, ‘but if you hadn’t clobbered him, you and Jerome would be dead.’

‘Along with a lot of other people,’ Jerome says. ‘And the hit might not have had anything to do with it. Whatever Babineau was feeding him could have done more than bring him out of his coma. Experimental drugs sometimes have unexpected effects, you know.’

‘Or it could have been a combination of the two,’ Hodges says. He can’t believe they’re having this conversation, but not to have it would fly in the face of rule one in the detective biz: you go where the facts lead you.

‘He hated you, Bill,’ Jerome says. ‘Instead of killing yourself, which is what he wanted, you came after him.’

‘And turned his own weapon against him,’ Holly adds, still without turning and still hugging herself. ‘You used Debbie’s Blue Umbrella to force him into the open. It was him who sent you that message two nights ago, I know it was. Brady Hartsfield, calling himself Z-Boy.’ Now she turns. ‘It’s as plain as the nose on your face. You stopped him at the Mingo—’

‘No, I was downstairs having a heart attack. You were the one who stopped him, Holly.’

She shakes her head fiercely. ‘He doesn’t know that, because he never saw me. Do you think I could forget what happened that night? I’ll never forget it. Barbara was sitting across the aisle a few rows up, and it was her he was looking at, not me. I shouted something at him, and hit him as soon as he started to turn his head. Then I hit him again. Oh God, I hit him so hard.’

Jerome starts toward her, but she motions him back. Eye contact is hard for her, but now she’s looking straight at Hodges, and her eyes are blazing.

‘You goaded him out into the open, you were the one who figured out his password so we could crack his computer and find out what he was going to do. You were the one he always blamed. I know that. And then you kept going to his room, sitting there and talking to him.’

‘And you think that’s why he did this, whatever this is?’

‘No!’ She nearly shrieks it. ‘He did it because he was fracking crazy!’ There’s a pause, and then in a meek voice she says she’s sorry for raising her voice.

‘Don’t apologize, Hollyberry,’ Jerome says. ‘You thrill me when you’re masterful.’

She makes a face at him. Jerome snorts a laugh and asks Hodges about Dinah Scott’s Zappit. ‘I’d like a look at it.’

‘My coat pocket,’ Hodges says, ‘but watch out for the Fishin’ Hole demo.’

Jerome rummages in Hodges’s coat, rejects a roll of Tums and the ever-present detective’s notebook, and brings out Dinah’s green Zappit. ‘Holy joe. I thought these things went out with VCRs and dial-up modems.’

‘They pretty much did,’ Holly says, ‘and the price didn’t help. I checked. A hundred and eighty-nine dollars, suggested retail, back in 2012. Ridiculous.’

Jerome tosses the Zappit from hand to hand. His face is grim, and he looks tired. Well, sure, Hodges thinks. He was building houses in Arizona yesterday. Had to rush home because his normally cheerful sister tried to kill herself.

Maybe Jerome sees some of this on Hodges’s face. ‘Barb’s leg will be fine. It’s her mind I’m a little worried about. She talks about blue flashes, and a voice she heard. Coming from the game.’

‘She says it’s still in her head,’ Holly adds. ‘Like some piece of music that turns into an earworm. It will probably pass in time, now