they'll speak all the time, but in truth, they'll say nothing.'
He paused and his shoulders rose and fell with his deep breaths. His nostrils flared and his eyebrows furrowed with rage.
'Blind, deaf, and dumb!' he shouted, pounding his first into his palm. The children jerked violently.
'They don't want to see or admit that which is difficult. And what happens to you when you're touched by an evil, one of their evils? They get you out of the way, sweep you under the carpet, into the closet, into prison!' His voice broke and he paused before continuing softly. 'They repress you.'
Allander felt the tears rising, but he fought them back. The children suffered through a long, painful silence as he gazed at the carpet.
Robbie whimpered again, and Allander's eyes snapped up to focus on him. He was suddenly back in their world again. Back where he could hurt them. His jaw shifted forward and his bottom lip stuck out as he clenched his teeth. He started toward the children.
Sensing his movement, Leah shook her head vehemently, warding off the uneasy darkness. Allander saw the line of duct tape around her eyes move back and forth, and halted. It would be too easy.
He cleared his throat and started again. As he heard his words, he relaxed.
'What I hope I have done is to show you, to show you what lies beneath all this corruption. Others want you to see, or hear, or speak their truths. I offer you no values, no workbooks, no catechisms.
'Peel back the unblemished flesh that covers the face of reality, and then you'll see the real truth pulsing beneath. More than that, you'll feel it, and that's my lesson for you-always reach for what you desire, what you truly desire. Your wishes lie like fish beneath the water's surface. Call to them and they'll come to you, and you'll understand and be alive.
'That's what I've done. I've looked beneath the surface and I've seen what's really there. I'm one of civilization's discontents, but I'm not forging any false paths. What we've called fantasy is reality. It always has been. We've just forgotten that.' His eyes were distant, impassioned. 'Well, it's time to remember. I've seen who's wrong and what needs to be done to them. And now I have the power to make them see, to understand.'
The back of Allander's shirt was darkened with a circle of sweat; the fabric clung to him. He had been running his hand through his hair, pulling it in the back as he spoke. It was wildly disheveled now. A small trickle of blood ran from a scab on his upper lip that he had chewed open.
Allander focused again on the children. They squirmed at the sudden silence, for they couldn't see the expression on his face. The air was choked with tension.
Allander leaned over them and patted their cheeks, and both children drew back from his touch. 'You'll be seeing me again, I'm quite sure of it,' he said. 'Not in body, of course, but surely in spirit.'
The children felt a rush of air across their flushed cheeks as the door swung shut.
Chapter 24
Jade pressed on the accelerator and gunned his car to eighty-five. He swerved between lanes, cutting in and out to pass cars going the speed limit.
Joe Henderson blared from the speakers, and Jade tapped the wheel enthusiastically as he sped along, occasionally adjusting the treble and bass dials. His fingers stole to the line on his left cheek and ran gently over it.
After driving south on 280, Jade cut over to Highway 17 and exited at the Alameda. As he drove through back streets, he checked the directions that were lodged in his ashtray. He was looking for 624 Pepper Lane.
Through his windshield, Jade saw a small one-story house that looked comfortable, if slightly decrepit. A white knee-high fence ran along the front of the yard, blocking off the spotted brown grass from the street. A little gate stood open at the head of the walkway. It hung at an angle, clumsily but warmly inviting visitors.
Suspended from a large maple in the front yard was a rope swing. Jade could imagine Allander as a child swinging from the tree, kicking his legs up toward the summer sun, the smell of lemonade and mown grass in the air.
Jade adjusted his rearview mirror and noticed the dark Cadillac parked behind some bushes at the corner of the street. He opened his door, swinging his legs from the car. Admiring the sunflowers growing from the brown planter boxes, he walked along the sidewalk up to the gate. Decent place, he thought. A little midwestern, but decent.
Above the doorbell a small placard proclaimed, 'Our House.' A welcome mat showed a gaggle of geese in a pond.
He stepped up to the door.
The coolness of the white beauty mask calmed Allander. He saw the flashing red lights ahead and slowed the Mercedes to a halt before maneuvering it into the lineup of cars.
A young policeman with a mustache was peering intently into each car before clearing it with a thumbs-up. They always have a mustache, Allander thought.
He heard the officer shouting above the noise of traffic up ahead. 'Yes, ma'am. No problem, ma'am. We're just on the lookout for somebody. No, you shouldn't be concerned.'
Allander's eyes peered out from behind the beauty mask and he counted the cars in the line in front of him. There were four. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel.
Allander wore a white terry-cloth bathrobe over a long nightgown that ran up to his chin. He had stacked two sets of shoulder pads and taped them to his chest to make an outline of breasts beneath the folds of cloth. He wore thin leather gloves to conceal the wound on his finger, and the white beauty mask over his face had hardened slightly. His hair was tightly curled in rollers.
He rolled down his window as he approached the young officer, and switched the radio to a soft oldies station. Smokey Robinson's voice wailed through the speakers singing 'The Tears of a Clown.' Allander hummed along.
The officer peered in and pressed his lips together to avoid smiling at the ridiculous outfit the woman was wearing. Allander smiled amiably at him.
'Go ahead, lady,' the officer said, his voice hinting at both disgust and amusement. He waved the Mercedes through with his baton, shaking his head as Allander sped away on the open highway.
The young officer's walkie-talkie squawked, and he picked it up. 'Yeah. All clear so far. I will, I will.'
Chapter 25
The wooden door swung open as Jade rang the bell, and he felt a sudden rush of humidity on his face. The air was thick with the scent and feel of food, like a heavy stew.
A pleasant-looking man with graying hair stood, barely visible in the darkness of the house. Jade knew from his research that he was in his early sixties, but he appeared much younger.
'Like to keep the lights off when it gets hot out. Keeps the house cooler,' he said, smiling. His lips were full, and Jade noticed the distinctive curve of his Cupid's bow. It matched Allander's exactly.
The man had on a well-worn apron that proclaimed, 'Freeman Jobbers Real Estate. We put the OWN in HOMEOWNER.' The 'OWN' in 'HOMEOWNER' was colored red, in case the puzzle proved too much for some people.
The man looked down at Jade's white buttoned-up shirt. 'I hope you're not selling any of those study books because our little one's already gone and moved out.'
Jade covered his smile by scratching his nose. 'No, sir. No, I'm not. But I did actually want to talk to you about your 'little one.' '
The man's face darkened. 'Goddamnit, I told you hounds to keep away. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.'
The door started to swing shut, but Jade caught the handle and pushed. The man stumbled back, his
