On an entirely normal, beautiful fall day in Chester’s Mill, Maine, the town is inexplicably and suddenly sealed off from the rest of the world by an invisible force field.
Авторы: King Stephen Edwin
like And they have justified it time and again would have been Barbie’s guess—but then remembered that a good portion of the town was watching this confrontation on the big-screen TV. Possibly in HD. ‘I’d like you to wipe that sarcastic smile off your face, Barbara.’
‘Are we now policing expressions, too?’ Julia asked.
Scarecrow Joe covered his mouth, but not before Randolph and Big Jim saw the kid’s grin. And heard the snicker that escaped from between his fingers.
‘People,’ the second lieutenant said, ‘you had better clear the scene. Time is passing.’
Julia, turn that camera on me,’ Barbie said.
She did so.
16
Dipper’s had never been so packed, not even at the memorable New Year’s Eve show in 2009 featuring the Vatican Sex Kittens. And it had never been so silent. Over five hundred people stood shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip, watching as the camera on Joe’s PowerBook Pro did a dizzying one-eighty and came to rest on Dale Barbara.
‘There’s my boy,’ Rose Twitchell murmured, and smiled.
‘Hello there, folks,’ Barbie said, and the picture was so good that several people hello’d back. ‘I’m Dale Barbara, and I’ve been recom-missioned as a colonel in the United States Army.’
A general ripple of surprise greeted this.
‘The video deal out here on Little Bitch Road is entirely my responsibility, and as you may have gathered, there has been a difference of opinion between myself and Selectman Rennie about whether or not to continue the feed.’
This time the ripple was louder. And not happy.
‘We have no time to argue the fine points of command this morning,’ Barbie continued. ‘We’re going to train the camera on the point where the missile is supposed to hit. Whether or not the broadcast continues is in the hands of your Second Selectman. If he kills the feed, take it up with him. Thanks for your attention.’
H|e walked out of the picture. For a moment the gathering on the dance floor had a view of nothing but woods, then the image rotated again, sank, and settled on the floating X. Beyond it, the sentries were packing the last of their gear into two big trucks.
Will Freeman, owner and operator of the local Toyota dealership (and no friend of James Rennie), spoke directly to the TV. ‘Leave it alone, Jimmy, or there’s gonna be a new Selectman in The Mill by the end of the week.’
There was a general rumble of agreement. The townspeople stood quietly, watching and waiting to see if the current program—both dull and unbearably exciting—would continue, or if the transmission would end.
17
‘What do you want me to do, Big Jim?’ Randolph asked. He took a handkerchief from his hip pocket and mopped the back of his neck.
‘What do you want to do?’ Big Jim responded.
For the first time since he’d taken the keys to the green Chief’s car, Pete Randolph thought he would be quite willing to turn them over to someone else. He sighed and said, ‘I want to let this alone.’
Big Jim nodded as if to say Be it on your own head. Then he smiled—if, that is, a pulling-back of the lips can be so characterized. ‘Well, you’re the Chief He turned back to Barbie, Julia, and Scarecrow Joe. ‘We’ve been outmaneuvered. Haven’t we, Mr Barbara?’
‘I assure you that there’s no maneuvering going on here, sir,’ Barbie said.
‘Bull… pucky. This is a bid for power, pure and simple. I’ve seen plenty in my time. I’ve seen them succeed… and I’ve seen them fail.’ He stepped closer to Barbie, still favoring his sore right arm. Up close, Barbie could smell cologne and sweat. Rennie was breathing harshly. He lowered his voice. Perhaps Julia didn’t hear what came next. But Barbie did.
‘You’re all in the pot, sonny. Every cent. If the missile punches through, you win. If it just bounces off… beware me.’ For a moment his eyes—almost buried in their deep folds of flesh, but glinting with cold, clear intelligence—caught Barbie’s and held them. Then he turned away. ‘Come on, Chief Randolph. This situation is complicated enough, thanks to Mr Barbara and his friends. Let’s go back to town. We’ll want to get your troops in place in case of a riot.’
‘That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!’Julia said.
Big Jim flapped a hand at her without turning around.
‘Do you want to go to Dipper’s, Jim?’ Randolph asked. ‘We’ve got time.’
‘I wouldn’t set foot in that whore-hole,’ Big Jim said. He opened the passenger door of the cruiser. ‘What I want is a nap. But I won’t get one, because there’s a lot to do. I’ve got big responsibilities. I didn’t ask for them, but I have them.’
‘Some men are great, and some men have greatness thrust upon them, isn’t that so, Jim?’ Julia asked. She was smiling her cool smile.
