Treasure Box Page 0,116
Tyler was standing before him.
"Get away while you still can."
"I have to set Lizzy free."
"Get away."
She was gone.
Quentin got up from his knees, still holding the champagne bottle, and ran down the lane toward his car. Behind him, the roof of the house fell through the last three stories until they were all pancaked on the foundation. The first of the police cars wailed toward him. He waved them into the lane, but they hadn't even emerged from the trees before the house burst into sudden explosive flames. Fire leapt out and engulfed the Lincoln, the suitcase lying open in the snow. The roof collapsed one last time, falling into the foundation. Flames, sparks, and debris flew into the air and settled back down in burning pieces all over what had once been the lawns and the drive. The police drove in, followed by firetrucks. They set to work subduing the blaze, but clearly there was nothing left, no possibility of survivors.
Quentin broke the champagne bottle with a stone. In the broken glass he saw it: The shriveled, skeletal hand of a teenage girl. "Lizzy," he whispered.
She sat in the snow in front of him, leaning against the car. Tears streamed down her face. "Thank you, Tin," she said.
"Lizzy, she had you - "
"Good work, Tin. I'm free and the beast is gone."
"Are you sure? It had control of the house, it was - "
"Only as long as there was still life in her body. Now that she's dead, the beast lost its connection to the world. Mrs. Tyler found me and told me everything. She knows so much, Quentin."
"Yes, but she's dead. And Roz's parents are dead, and what good did it do? The beast will just come back somewhere else."
"Not till someone invites it," said Liz. "Maybe not for a long time. You've done all you could. You stopped it here, before it could get a foothold. That's all that anyone can ever do."
"Lizzy, what if I hadn't found you?"
"But you did. Mrs. Tyler led you. As soon as she found me, she made you realize." Lizzy glanced around. "They're coming to question you. Don't let them see you talking to me - they'll think you're crazy. And don't leave my hand here, Quentin. I don't want to be tied to this place."
She disappeared. He reached down and picked up her desiccated hand and put it in his jacket pocket.
A policeman sauntered over to him. "You the one called this in?"
"I was here to see the house," said Quentin. "They drove up from Washington to show me the house."
"Somebody was in that place?"
"I just got here. I was out at their car, talking to Mr. Duncan, when the roof started collapsing. He yelled about Rowena and Roz being inside and he ran for the house and it caught him. I called for help but it was too late for any of them. Should I have gone in, Officer? I was so scared, I drove out here and my car got stuck but then I ran back and I thought I should try to help them but the house was collapsing and - "
"No, no, you did the right thing. If you'd gone in there you'd just be dead, too."
"It crushed him right there on the front porch." It took no effort at all for Quentin to let the emotion pour out, to dissolve in tears - of relief, of exhaustion, of grief for the good people who had died. All of them - even Roz. She was just a child. She never understood what she was doing until it was too late. Ray Duncan never understood anything at all.
"Here, man, come on, sit down, get in your car and sit down for a minute." The policeman opened the door and helped him in. "Wait here, will you? We've got questions, but there's no rush, you can get ahold of yourself first, OK?"
Quentin sat there, getting control of himself, as a fireman approached the cop who had been talking to him. "I can't believe a house could collapse like that. Must've had termites out the wazoo."
The cop shook his head. "Just before this call came in, we got word. The old lady used to live here, she still owns the place. She got her head blown off in a rest home upriver. Our own chief. Used to work here as a gardener. He went crazy and killed her and then blew off his own head." The cop looked away