sitting on the floor, scratching at the linoleum with his fingernails and babbling about sea monsters that were part crab, part lobster and part scorpion. Paul and Randy pulled him to his feet and helped him along behind the others.
Levi put his hand on Donny’s shoulder and motioned for him to come closer. When the rest of the survivors were out of earshot, he leaned close.
“I’ll need your help.”
“You’ve got it,” Donny said. “Just tell me what you want me to do.”
“First, we need to get everyone upstairs. The wards and glyphs will protect them, but I need them all in one place, so that they don’t get in my way.”
“I don’t think anyone will argue with that.”
“I don’t either.”
“What happens after that? What’s the plan?”
“Let’s get them upstairs first.”
Donny followed Levi back into the living room.
Was it his imagination, or did the magus seem taller? Certainly his voice was more grim than it had been before. Even his stride seemed to have become stronger. His boots clomped on the wooden floor, despite the thick carpeting and rugs.
“Okay,” Levi addressed the group. “With luck, and God’s help, this will all be over soon.”
“God isn’t there,” Gus interrupted. “He’s been split in three, and one part of him is stuck in a loop. He is born again. And again and again and again, over and over. Poor guy.”
“Hush.” Paul ruffled Gus’s hair as if he were one of the mountain man’s beloved bear hounds.
“Can you stop them?” Marsha asked.
Levi nodded. “I believe so, yes. But again, I’ll need all of you to do exactly as I say. Otherwise . . .”
He didn’t have to finish, Donny noted to himself. They’d each seen enough horror for one night, and they had Gus as a living example of what could happen.
“I need all of you to go upstairs,” Levi continued. “Trust me when I tell you that you’ll be safe there. Certainly safer than you would be down here. Remember, our enemies can’t find you as long as you remain within this house. I want you to stay there until it’s safe to come back down.”
“And how will we know that?” Myrtle asked.
“Because I’ll still be alive. Donny is going to stay down here and help me—”
“No,” Marsha said.
Levi held up his hand. “He won’t be here the whole time, and he won’t be in any immediate danger. The same safeguards that protect the rest of you will be protecting him, as well. But I’ll need him to do something for me before he can join you upstairs. It’s something important. Indeed, without his help, my plan will fail.”
“I can help.” Randy stepped forward.
“No, you can’t.” Marsha grabbed her brother’s arm. “So can I,” Myrtle said. “Don’t forget, I know about this stuff, too. Tell me what you need me to do, and I’ll do it.”
“I appreciate your offers, but that won’t be necessary.”
“Bullshit,” Randy said. “Those fuckers killed my parents and my friends, yo. If you’re gonna kick their ass, then I want a piece, too.”
“The best thing you can do for your loved ones,” Levi said, “is to stay alive. That’s what they’d want. That’s all that matters now.”
“He’s right,” Donny told Randy. “Think about your sister, dude. You’ve both lost enough people tonight. She doesn’t need to lose you, too.”
Randy sneered. “Says the guy who keeps running out on her.”
Marsha gasped, and Randy shrugged her off. Donny opened his mouth to respond, but then thought better of it. In truth, the kid was right. He’d deserved that.
Gus took advantage of the momentary silence. He turned to Paul and said, “You know that Teddy Garnett fella? Old boy who lives up in Punkin Center?”
Paul nodded.
“I saw him. While we were in there. He passed by us in the hall. Except that it wasn’t him. It was a different him.”
Paul looked like he was ready to cry. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse with emotion.
“I reckon you had a bad dream is all, Gus. You’ll be okay. Just quiet down.”
“No, it wasn’t a bad dream. I’m not stupid, Paul. I know what I saw. It was Teddy, but it wasn’t. He had some other folks with him, too, but I didn’t recognize any of them. A real pretty black girl and some young guy dressed up like a mobster in one of those Tarantino movies and a fella our age. Looked like a farmer, maybe? He reminded me of Levi a little bit.”
Donny noticed Levi twitch at this, as if startled.
“Did they speak to you?” Levi asked. “Did this man give you his name?”
Gus turned to Levi and smiled. A thin line of drool hung from the corner of his mouth. “What?”
“This man. This farmer who reminded you of me. Did he give you his name? Was it Nelson LeHorn?”
Gus suddenly glanced down at his feet with a look of concern. “I want my Spider-Man slippers. Where did my Spider-Man slippers go?”
“Who’s Nelson LeHorn?” Donny asked.
“Someone from my past who disappeared a long time ago.” Levi shook his head. “Never mind that. It’s not important right now. I think we should begin. I’m anxious to end this, and I’m sure all of you are, as well.”
“You’re damn right,” Paul muttered.
“I can’t go anywhere without my Spider-Man slippers!”
Talking among themselves, the group headed upstairs. Marsha stopped halfway up and looked back at Donny. Her eyes shone in the darkness.
“I’ll be okay,” he said, trying his best to smile. “You’d better be.” She started to turn away.
“Marsha?”
She paused. “Yeah?”
“I love you. I always loved you. I know that now.”
“I love you too, you asshole.”
Marsha grinned. Donny grinned back. Then she turned and was gone.
“You should hold on to that one,” Levi said. “You’re meant to be together.”
“Did you read that in some tea leaves or tarot cards?”
“No. I read it in your eyes. And in hers. You’re soul mates.”
“I never believed in that stuff before.”
“I haven’t,” Levi said. “Not in soul mates, at least. Not in a long time.”
“So what changed your mind?”
“The two of you did. Now, let’s get started. We’ve got a lot to prepare.”
Levi returned to the kitchen. Donny followed him. When they got there, Levi stood facing the front door. He seemed to be studying the layout of the first floor. Donny remained silent while he did. The kitchen and front door were connected by a short hallway. One side of the dark hallway led to the living room. The other side led to the stairway, as well as the first-floor bathroom and a small bedroom. Apparently satisfied by what he saw, Levi turned and looked behind them, studying the rear door on the far side of the kitchen. He walked to it, parted the curtains and peered outside.
“Good. Only two entrances on this floor. I thought that was what I remembered from before, but we were pressed for time earlier, and I needed to make sure.”
“What do you need me to do?” Donny asked.
“Check the cupboards. I need bowls, coffee mugs—anything that I can burn sage in.”
While Donny did this, Levi opened the pantry door. Donny froze, half expecting to see the dark men leap out, but instead, the space was filled with shelves of dry and canned goods. Levi hunted around inside until he found a large canister of salt. He pulled it from the pantry and closed the door again. Then he grabbed the salt shaker from the counter and unscrewed the top of it. Thus armed, he began sprinkling lines of salt in front of the kitchen window and the back door. Donny grabbed an armload of blue ceramic bowls from the cupboard and sat them on the
