'Come in,' she said. 'But be quiet, Mr Marshall. The children are sleeping. Mine and yours.'

She gave him sun-tea—not cold, not even particularly cool, but the best she could do tinder the circumstances. He drank half of it off, set the glass down, then screwed his fists into his eyes like a child up long past his bedtime. Linda recognized this for what it was, an effort to get himself under control, and sat quietly, waiting.

He pulled in a deep breath, let it out, then reached into the breast pocket of the old blue workshirt he was wearing. He took out a piece of rawhide and tied his hair back. She took this as a good sign.

'Tell me what happened,' Thurse said. 'And how it happened.'

'I didn't see it all. Someone kicked me a good one in the back of my head while I was trying to pull your… Caro… out of the way'

'But one of the cops shot her, isn't that right? One of the cops in this goddam cop-happy, gun-happy town.'

'Yes.' She reached across the table and took his hand. 'Someone shouted gun. And there was a gun. It was Andrea Grinnell's. She might have brought it to the meeting with the idea of assassinating Rennie.'

'Do you think that justifies what happened to Caro?'

'God, no. And what: happened to Andi was flat-out murder.'

'Caro died trying to protect the children, didn't she?'

'Yes.'

'Children that weren't even her own.'

Linda said nothing.

'Except they were. Hers and mine. Call it fortunes of war or fortunes of Dome, they were ours, the kids we never would have had otherwise. And until the Dome breaks—if it ever does—they're mine.'

Linda was thinking furiously. Could this man be trusted? She thought so. Certainly Rusty had trusted him; had said the guy was a hell of a good medic for someone who'd been out of the game so long. And Thurston hated those in authority here under the Dome. He had reasons to.

'Mrs Everett—'

'Please, Linda.'

'Linda, may I sleep on your couch? I'd like to be here if they wake up in the night. If they don't—I hope they don't—I'd like them to see me when they come downstairs in the morning.'

'That's fine. We'll all have breakfast together. It'll be cereal. The milk hasn't turned yet, although it will soon.'

'That sounds good. After the kids eat, we'll be out of your hair. Pardon me for saying this if you're a homegirl, but I've had a bellyful of Chester's Mill. I can't secede from it entirely, but I intend to do the best I can. The only patient at the hospital in serious condition was Rennie's son, and he checked himself out this afternoon. He'll be back, that mess growing in his head will make him come back, but for now—'

'He's dead.'

Thurston didn't look particularly surprised. 'A seizure, I suppose.'

'No. Shot. In the jail'

'I'd like to say I'm sorry, but I'm not.'

'Neither am I,' Linda said. She didn't know for sure what Junior had been doing there, but she had a good idea of how the grieving father would spin it.

'I'll take the kids back to the pond where Caro and I were staying when this happened. It's quiet there, and I'm sure I'll be able to find enough comestibles to last for a while. Maybe quite a while. I may even find a place with a generator. But as far as community life goes'—he gave the words a satiric spin—'I'm quits. Alice and Aidan, too.'

'I might have a better place to go.'

'Really?' And when Linda said nothing, he stretched a hand across the table and touched hers. 'You have to trust someone. It might as well be me.'

So Linda told him everything, including how they'd have to stop for lead roll behind Burpee's before leaving town for Black Ridge. They talked until almost midnight.

10

The north end of the McCoy farmhouse was useless—thanks to the previous winter's heavy snow, the roof was now in the parlor—but there was a country-style dining room almost as long as a railroad car on the west side, and it was there that the fugitives from Chester's Mill gathered. Barbie first questioned Joe, Norrie, and Benny about what they had seen, or dreamed about, when they passed out on the edge of what they were now calling the glow-belt.

Joe remembered burning pumpkins. Norrie said everything had turned black, and the sun 'was gone. Benny at first claimed to remember nothmg.Then he clapped a hand over his mouth.'There was screaming,' he said. 'I heard screaming. It was bad.'

They considered this in silence.Then Ernie said,'Burnin punkins doesn't narrow things down much, if that's what: you're trying to do, Colonel Barbara. There's probably a stack of em on the sunny side of every barn in town. It's been a good season for em.' He paused. 'At least it was.'

'Rusty, what about your girls?'

'Pretty much the same,' Rusty said, and told them what he could remember.

'Stop Halloween, stop the Great Pumpkin,' Rommie mused.

'Dudes, I'm seeing a pattern here,' Benny said.

'No shit, Sherlock,' Rose said, and they all laughed.

'Your turn, Rusty,' Barbie said. 'How about when you passed out on your way up here?'

'I never exactly passed out,' Rusty said. 'And all of this stuff could be explained by the pressure we've been under. Group hysteria—including group hallucinations—is common when people are under stress.'

'Thank you, Dr Freud,' Barbie said. 'Now tell us what you saw.'

Raisty got as far as the stovepipe hat with its patriotic stripes when Lissa Jamieson exclaimed, 'That's the dummy on the library lawn! He's wearing an old tee-shirt of mine with a Warren Zevon quote on it—'

'"Sweet home Alabama, play that dead band's song,"' Rusty said. 'And garden trowels for hands. Anyway it caught on fire. Then, poof, it was gone. So was the lightheadedness.'

He looked around at them. Their—wide eyes. 'Relax, people, I probably saw the dummy before all this happened, and my subconscious just coughed it back up.' He leveled a finger at Barbie. 'And if you call me Dr Freud again, I'm apt to pop you one.'

'Did you see it before?' Piper asked. 'Maybe when you went to pick up your girls at school, or something? Because the library's right across from the playground.'

'Not that I remember, no.' Rusty didn't add that he hadn't picked up the girls at school since very early in the month, and he doubted that any of the town's Halloween displays had been up then.