dk.coldfire-第72章
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Before her eyes； instead； was the list of people who had been saved by Jim； along with The Friend's grandiose explanations of their importance。
She saw 〃Steven Aimes〃 and realized at once that he was the only one on the list whose fate The Friend had not vocalized during one or another of their conversations last night。 She remembered him because he was the only older person on the list； fifty…seven。 She read the words under his name； and the chill that had touched her nape earlier was nothing pared to the spike of ice that drove through it now and pierced her spine。
Steven Aimes had not been saved because he would father a child who would be a great diplomat or a great artist or a great healer。 He had not been saved because he would make an enduring contribution to the welfare of mankind。 The reason for his salvation was expressed in just eleven words； the most horrifying eleven words that Holly had ever read or hoped to read： BECAUSE HE LOOKS LIKE MY FATHER WHOM I FAILED TO SAVE。
Not 〃like Jim 's father〃 which The Friend would have said。 Not 〃whom he failed to save；〃 as the alien would surely have put it MY FATHER。 I FAILED。 MY。 I。
The infinite universe just kept expanding； and now an entirely new possibility presented itself to her； revealed in the telling words about Steven Aimes。 No starship rested under the pond。 No alien had been in hiding on the farm for ten thousand years； ten years； or ten days。 The Friend and The Enemy were real enough： they were thirds； not halves； of the same personality； three in one entity； an entity with enormous and wonderful and terrifying powers； an entity both godlike and yet as human as Holly was。 Jim Ironheart。 Who had been shattered by tragedy when he was ten years old。 Who had painstakingly put himself together again with the help of a plex fantasy about star…traveling gods。 Who was as insane and dangerous as he was sane and loving。
She did not understand where he had gotten the power that he so obviously possessed； or why he was not aware whatsoever that the power was within him rather than ing from some imaginary alien presence。
The realization that he was everything； that the end and beginning of this mystery lay solely in him and not beneath the pond； raised more questions than it answered。 She didn't understand how such a thing could be true； but she knew it was； at last； the truth。 Later； if she survived； she might have the time to seek a better understanding。
Lub…dub…DUB； lub…dub…DUB。 。 。
Closer but not close。
Holly held her breath； waiting for the sound to get louder。
Lub…dub…DUB； lub…dub…DUB。 。 。
Jim shifted in his sleep。 He snorted softly and smacked his lips； just like any ordinary dreamer。
But he was three personalities in one； and at least two of them possessed incredible power； and at least one of them was deadly。 And it was ing。
Lub…dub…DUB。 。 。
Holly pressed back against the limestone。 Her heart was pounding so hard that it seemed to have hammered her throat half shut； she had trouble swallowing。
The tripartite beat faded。
Silence。
She moved along the curved wall。 Easy little steps。 Sideways。
Toward the timbered； ironbound door。 She eased away from the wall just far enough to reach out and snare her purse by its straps。
The closer she gut to the head of the stairs； the more certain she became that the door was going to slam shut before she reached it； that Jim was going to sit up and turn to her。 His blue eyes would not be beautiful but cold； as she had twice glimpsed them； filled with rage but cold。
She reached the door； eased through it backward onto the first step； not wanting to take her eyes off Jim。 But if she tried to back down those narrow stairs without a handrail； she would fall； break an arm or leg。
So she turned away from the high room and hurried toward the bottom as quickly as she dared； as quietly as she could。
Though the velvety…gray morning light outlined the windows； the lower chamber was treacherously dark。 She had no flashlight； only the extra edge of an adrenaline rush。 Unable to remember if any rubble was stacked along the wall that might set up a clatter when she knocked it over； she moved slowly along that limestone curve； her back to it； edging sideways again。
The antechamber archway was somewhere ahead on her right。 When she looked to her left； she could barely see the foot of the stairs down which she had just descended。
Feeling the wall ahead of her with her right hand； she discovered the corner。 She stepped through the archway and into the antechamber。
Though that space had been blind…dark last night； it was dimly lit now by the pale post…dawn glow that lay beyond the open outside door。
The morning was overcast。 Pleasantly cool for August。
The pond was still and gray。
Morning insects issued a thin； almost inaudible background buzz； like faint static on a radio with the volume turned nearly off She hurried to the Ford and stealthily opened the door。
Another panic hit her as she thought of the keys。 Then she felt them in a pocket of her jeans； where she had slipped them last night after using the bathroom at the farmhouse。 One key for the farmhouse； one key for his house in Laguna Niguel； two keys for the car； all on a simple brass…bead chain。
She threw the purse and tablet into the back seat and got behind the wheel； but didn't close the door for fear the sound would wake him。
She was not home free yet。 He might burst out of the windmill； The Enemy in charge of him； leap across the short expanse of gravel； and drag her from the car。
Her hands shook as she fumbled with the keys。 She had trouble inserting the right one in the ignition。 But then she got it in； twisted it； put her foot on the accelerator； and almost sobbed with relief when the engine turned over with a roar。
She yanked the door shut； threw the Ford in reverse； and backed along the gravel path that circled the pond。 The wheels spun up a hail of gravel； which rattled against the back of the car as she reversed into it。
When she reached the area between the barn and the house； where she could turn around and head out of the driveway front…first； she jammed on the brakes instead。 She stared at the windmill； which was now on the far side of the water。
She had nowhere to run。 Wherever she went； he would find her。 He could see the future； at least to some extent； if not as vividly or in as much detail as The Friend had claimed。 He could transform drywall into a monstrous living organism； change limestone into a transparent substance filled with whirling light； project a beast of hideous design into her dreams and into the doorway of her motel； track her； find her； trap her。
He had drawn her into his mad fantasy and most likely still wanted her to play out her role in it。 The Friend in Jim…and Jim himself might let her go。 But the third personality…the murderous part of him； The Enemy…would want her blood。 Maybe she would be fortunate； and maybe the two benign thirds of him would prevent the other third from taking control and ing after her。 But she doubted it。 Besides； she could not spend the rest of her life waiting for a wall to bulge outward unexpectedly； form into a mouth； and bite her hand off And there was one other problem。
She could not abandon him。 He needed her。
Part THREE From childhood s hour I have not been As others were I have not seen As others saw。
Alone； F；Edgar ALLAN POE Vzbratzons in a wzre。
Ice crystals in a beatzng heart。
Cold fire。
A mind s frzgzdzty： frozen steel； dark rage morbzdity。
Cold fire Defense against a cruel life death and strzfe： Cold fire。
…that。 HOOK OF counted SOHROWS
THE REST OF AUGUST 29
Holly sat in the Ford； staring at the old windmill； scared and exhilarated。
The exhilaration surprised her。 Maybe she felt upbeat because for the first time in her life she had found something to which she was willing to mit herself Not a casual mitment； either。 Not an until…I…get…bored mitment。 She was willing to put her life on the line for this； for Jim and what he could bee if he could be healed； for what they could bee together。
Even if he had told her she could go； and even
