Mr. Lyss wiped his eyes on his coat sleeve.
Nummy hugged Norman, and the dog said, “I love you.”
Beside the first button was a smaller one. If you pushed it, you didn’t hear the next thing the dog could say, but you heard again the thing it had just said.
“I love you,” the dog repeated.
Holding Norman close, Nummy said, “I love you, too.”
Norman ’s fur was soft and silky. Nummy liked to pet him.
After a while, he pushed the smaller button again, and the dog said, “I love you.”
With the dog to hold and pet, Nummy almost forgot about Mr. Lyss. When he remembered him, the old man was still sitting in the chair, but he wasn’t laughing anymore. He looked different, too-not as much like a witch.
“How old are you, kid?”
“I’m told I’ll be thirty-one next March.”
“How long’s your grandma been gone?”
Nummy shrugged. “Not long. But too long.”
After a silence, Mr. Lyss said, “We can’t stay here. Whoever they are, whatever they are, they’ll come here looking for you.”
“Chief Jarmillo he’s my friend,” said Nummy.
“Not this Chief Jarmillo.” Mr. Lyss got to his feet. “Hey, kid, you have any money?”
“Sure. Grandmama left me money.”
“Where is it?”
“Most is in the bank. Mr. Leland Reese he pays bills and gives me pocket money.”
“But you have some here in the house?”
“Some.”
“Show me where it is. And I have to get out of this jail suit.”
Standing up with Norman in his arms, Nummy said, “You gonna steal from me?”
“Nobody said anything about stealing. I’m asking for a loan. I’ll pay it back.”
“A loan,” Nummy said. “Well… ”
“Kid, we don’t have time to negotiate an interest rate. We have to get out of here before those extraterrestrial sonsofbitches show up, rip our heads off, and do to us whatever the hell it was they did to those people in the next cell.”
Nummy remembered the good-looking young man in the gray pants and the sweater, and how he stopped being good-looking, stopped being a man, and got as ugly as anything could get.
He shivered and said, “Okay, a loan.”
chapter 28
Chief Rafael Jarmillo followed Principal Melinda Raines down two flights of stairs to the basement of the Meriwether Lewis Elementary School.
The stairs brought them to a short hallway with a fire door at the end. Beyond the door lay a large furnace room.
Three high-efficiency gas-fired boilers heated the water that warmed the classrooms through a four-pipe fan- coil system. Stacks of chillers cooled the school in warmer weather. This room contained a maze of white PVC pipes, plus uncounted valves, gauges, and arcane pieces of equipment. Between the islands of boilers and chillers and machinery, the walkways were wide.
As Principal Raines led the chief along a winding path through the equipment, she said, “We’ll bring two classrooms of children down here at a time.”
“Under what pretense?” Jarmillo asked.
“We’ll call it an in-school field trip. So they can learn how all the mechanical systems of the school work, the many mysteries that have been under their feet all this time. We’ll sell it as an adventure. Elementary-school children love field trips, they love adventures.”
“Two classrooms at a time. How many classrooms are there?”
“Twenty-two.”
“How many students per class?”
“It varies from eighteen to twenty-two.”
“How many children altogether?”
“Four hundred and forty-two minus any who may be off sick.”
At the end of the mechanical room, they passed through another fire door into a long, spacious concrete-walled hallway. On the right were a series of doors, but on the left were only two sets of double doors with push-bar handles.
Each set of doors was chained together and secured with a heavy padlock. Melinda Raines fished a key out of her suit coat, opened the padlock, and let the length of chain rattle through the bar handles and spill into a puddle of links on the floor.
Beyond the threshold, she switched on the lights, revealing a gymnasium-sized chamber with a long rectangular depression in the center. “It was supposed to be a swimming pool. Never finished.”
Thirty years earlier, Rainbow Falls had thought itself on the brink of an economic boom. The discovery of large natural-gas fields and oil deposits in the surrounding county generated huge investments by the energy industry that, according to informed predictions, were modest compared to the investments still to come. The population of Rainbow Falls would double in a decade, experts said, and the average income of its citizens might double as well.
City revenues rose as property values soared and as the county shared the initial income from mineral-licensing rights on land it owned. The mayor and city council of that time hoped to leverage the tax windfall to get a head start on developing the infrastructure that a population boom would require.
Meriwether Lewis Elementary was originally intended to be a new high school with the amenities usually found only in rich suburban schools or private schools. This included an indoor Olympic pool to support swimming and diving programs second to none.
Before the school could be completed, however, the people of Rainbow Falls saw their inflated dreams of glory pricked when, for environmental reasons, the federal government restricted exploitation of the newly discovered oil deposits and gas fields, regulating them to such an extent that drilling projects already under way had to be closed. Tax revenues collapsed back to their former level as property values fell and outside investment evaporated.
The budget for the elaborate new high school, which was already under construction, had to be slashed. The indoor swimming pool would remain a depression in the floor. The cost of tiling it, installing the equipment to operate it, and finishing all the ancillary spaces-locker rooms, showers, sports offices-might bankrupt the Rainbow Falls School District. Maintaining and heating it would be forever beyond the capacity of their operating budget.
Ultimately, the existing high school was deemed adequate. A grade school in need of expensive repairs and improvements was closed, and the students were moved to what was now Meriwether Lewis Elementary.
Principal Raines and Chief Jarmillo circled the pool as they discussed the fate of the current crop of students. Crop was indeed the right word, because a team of Builders would soon harvest them.
“We’ll bring two classes at a time into the pool from the shallow end,” Melinda Raines said, “and move them into the deeper territory where the walls are high and there’s no hope of climbing out. The Builders will follow, take them, and prevent them from getting out the way they were brought in. Teachers will patrol the perimeter to ensure no escapes.”
Listening to the principal’s voice echo off the cold gray walls, Jarmillo said, “Any chance students still in the classrooms will hear any of what happens down here?”
Melinda Raines shook her head. “The walls are two-foot-thick, steel-reinforced, poured-in-place concrete.”
“What’s above us?”
