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〃Keep talking；〃 said Trevor。 He helped Zach into the back seat and climbed in after him。 〃It's like a bad oyster？ Why？〃
〃 'Cause my thoughts feel all slimy and rotten but I've already swallowed them and I can't 。 。 。 um 。 。 。〃
〃Regurgitate them？〃
〃Yeah！〃
Kinsey listened to conversation in this vein for more than twenty miles。 Occasionally he interjected a ment or question to help Trevor out； but he did not press them for details of what had happened； though he was madly curious and more than a little concerned。 They would tell him when they could。
The emergency room in Raleigh was nearly deserted at this early hour。 Kinsey sat in an orange plastic chair designed to conform to no human ass in existence； paged through an assortment of magazines that no one would ever want to read。 He listened to Trevor check himself in； then help Zach check in under the name 〃Fredric Black；〃 telling the nurse only that they had been in an accident。
〃How would you like to pay for this？〃
Zach fumbled in his pocket。 〃I have some credit card numbers 。 。 。〃
〃Cash；〃 said Trevor hurriedly。 He had Zach's entire bankroll on him； and it was considerable。
〃Marital status？〃 the nurse inquired。 Zach stared wildly up at Trevor。 〃Single；〃 Trevor told the nurse。 〃He's with me。〃
The nurse looked at them for a long moment。 〃Brothers？〃
〃Uh； yeah。〃 Trevor nodded at Kinsey。 〃That's our uncle over there。〃
〃All right。 You can go back together。〃 The nurse handed them their forms and waved them down the antiseptic green corridor。
Another nurse washed the blood and plaster off Trevor's hand； then picked seventeen slivers of mirror glass out of his knuckles with a pair of tweezers。 He was given an ice pack to hold while the doctor looked Zach over； probed the wound in his scalp； shone a light into his eyes； and finally pronounced his concussion genuine but not serious。 〃Make him rest；〃 he advised Trevor。 〃Don't let him move around a lot。〃
〃I have to；〃 protested Zach。 〃I'm a professional rock star。〃
〃I won't；〃 Trevor promised。 He helped Zach down from the examining table with his good arm。 The doctor glanced at the gash in Zach's head again。 〃Jesus； kid； maybe we ought to stitch that up。〃
〃No！ No stitches！〃
〃Well； it's your head 。 。 。 What hit you； anyway？〃
〃Diamonds。〃
〃Couldn't have been diamonds。 You'd be dead。 That's one of the hardest substances known to man。〃
〃It was diamonds；〃 Zach insisted。
The doctor glanced at Trevor。 〃He may not be； uh； real lucid for a day or so。〃
〃I understand。〃 Trevor squeezed Zach's arm。 I believe you； he thought。 It was diamonds； just like the one Skeletal Sammy pressed into my hand。 He had no idea what the significance of diamonds might be。 But it meant Zach had been in Birdland too。
The only bad part for Trevor was when the doctor pulled his fingers straight to splint them。 He gripped Zach's hand and made himself ride the waves of pain instead of sinking beneath them。 He had done this to himself。 He would endure whatever he must to fix it。 And when it was healed； he would draw whatever he wanted to for the rest of his life。
On the way back to Missing Mile they huddled together in the back seat； Zach lying with his head in Trevor's lap。 Trevor tried to give Kinsey a prehensible version of the night's events。 Kinsey didn't say much； but seemed to believe everything。
〃I don't know what we're going to do；〃 he told Kinsey。 〃Could we hole up for a couple of days with you？〃
〃Sure。 As long as you want。〃
〃I don't think it'll be very long。〃 I like everything else about Missing Mile； Trevor thought； but I don't even want to be in the same town with that house anymore。 I know what I need to know now。 And Zach has to fly soon。
He glanced down to make sure Zach wasn't falling asleep。 The doctor had said not to let him do so for another hour。
But Zach's eyes were open； watching Trevor steadily； the color of jade shining in the clear morning light。 He looked wide awake； and very glad to be alive。
The morning red…eye express took off from New Orleans International at eight…twenty。 Agent Cover had just enough time to scrape together the bare bones of his original raid team and notify the Special Agent in Charge at the Raleigh office that they were ing。 The SAIC was supposed to meet them on the other end with cars。
A stewardess pushed a gleaming cart of drinks along the aisle and stopped beside their row with a saccharine smile。 〃Can I get you somethin'？〃
〃Coffee；〃 said Loving； Schulman； and DeFillipo。
〃Coffee；〃 said Cover。
〃Cream and sugar？〃
〃Black；〃 they said as one。
Cover flipped open the Bosch file and stared at the newspaper article。 His heart had sunk this morning when he arrived at the office and saw the pasty； sniffling boy waiting in the hall。 Duplessis pored over the papers until they were soft and sweat…stained； unpleasant to handle。 And all his 〃discoveries〃 so far hadn't amounted to shit。
But when Cover read this one； he got excited right away。 The other article had mentioned North Carolina outright； this one seemed to hint slyly at it； which could mean Bosch was there and had decided to stay for a while。 And there was a town called Missing Mile。 And no one could really shoot himself five times with five different guns。
The clincher came when Schulman delivered the news that Joseph Boudreaux； Times…Picayune reporter； had never even heard of the goddess Kali。
Agent Cover thought Bosch had finally fucked up。
He stared out the window at the bright blue morning sky； at the sunlight washing over the creamy tops of the clouds。 He always felt safe at twenty thousand feet。 He took his mirrorshades out of his breast pocket and put them on； then glanced back down at the file。 The little photo of Bosch stared up at him； lips twisted in a punk sneer； eyes accusing。
I'm ing for you； he thought。 I hope you had a ball in North Carolina； because you aren't going anywhere else for a long； long time。
He was a little surprised to find himself elated。 He was supposed to be a granite agent。 Instead he felt like a kid on an Easter egg hunt； closing in on the big chocolate bunny。
Terry drove his Rambler into town around two； sent his afternoon worker home； cranked up R。E。M。's first album； and sat behind the counter at the Whirling Disc staring contentedly at the shifting patterns of sunlight on the opposite wall。 He always felt wonderful the day after doing mushrooms。 The visuals took about twenty…four hours to fade pletely from his brain； and they gave the next day a distinct psychedelic edge。 Even his throat felt better。
R。J。； who still preferred to live like an eleven…year…old kid most of the time； had just said no and gone home to bed。 Terry tripped with Victoria； Calvin； and David； the redheaded boy Calvin had met at the show。 David turned out to be a brilliant twenty…year…old exchange student from London who entertained them all with witty banter until Calvin dragged him off into one of the bedrooms。 Terry and Victoria took the other one。 There was nothing quite like sex on hallucinogens to strengthen a relationship。
Around four…thirty A。M。 they'd all met back up in the kitchen； bedraggled and happy； and managed to make a batch of popcorn。 Then they put Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory on Terry's VCR； snuggled up on the couch； and thrilled to the sinister tale until dawn； rewinding it again and again at the part where Gene Wilder said 〃WE are the music makers； and WE are the dreamers of dreams。〃 After that Terry and Victoria crashed while Calvin and David went zooming off to breakfast； still full of crazed fungal energy。
Terry suspected that psychedelic drugs affected the body chemistry of gay men differently than straights。 He could never eat greasy diner food on 'shrooms； and though he'd enjoyed Ecstasy the couple of times he'd done it； he hadn't felt remotely like dancing to disco music all night。 Or techno； or rave； or whatever was the current noise of choice。 Calvin and David had kept wanting to drive to Raleigh where they imagined they could find' some glamorous after…hours club and do just that。
That made him think of Trevor and Zach。 Terry had hoped they would show up again； but they never did。 He wondered if they had spent the night tripping in that house。 The thought made his nuts crawl。 Terry remembered scaring his younger friends with the story of the murders as a teenager； wondering aloud if the McGees' ghosts still lived in the house； daring them to go inside with him。
Eventually； of course； they had。 At first it had just looked like any old abandoned house； all sagging wood and ancient dust and shadow。 But as they approached the bloodstained doorway to the hall； the shadows had seemed to shift around them； to change； and for a moment they were no longer in the house at all。
He didn't know if it had been a group hallucination or what。 He doubted so； because it didn't seem to have anything to do with the murders。 Terry had seen a city street around him； a boarded…up slum； wavering like a mirage but definitely there。 R。J。 had seen a dark deserted bar with shattered glass on the floor and cracked mirro