Dark Witness (28 page)

Duncan shot up. He towered over Teresa, his face was red with anger, his eyes flashed, and his fists clenched.

"Blasphemy!" Duncan's lips curled. "Go away. Go to
Hours
. You failed God's test. You tried to kill again. You will not be healed. You will be left behind and you will weep that you were not granted everlasting release from your afflictions. You will. . ."

As he ranted, Teresa stood up. She pulled herself as straight as her body would allow. She looked at Duncan, not the conduit between God and his flock, her son. She said:

"Shut up, Duncan."

CHAPTER 23

Duncan sat alone in the house for a long while. He bit his nails to the quick. He picked up the little bottle of poison and put it down. He thought and thought about what Teresa had said – that she had poured this stuff into Hannah's tea by mistake. Duncan didn't believe in mistakes. He believed in confession and penance and the ultimate peace. He believed in a higher power, and he believed that no one should get a third chance.

Teresa had the heart of a killer. Oh, she tried to pretend that she had a mother's heart. In heaven, she had explained to the doctors, she and her children would be safe from pain and fear and want. She insisted that it took incredible strength for a mother to hurt her children. Duncan knew better. Teresa preyed on the weak. First it had been him and Pea, and now it was Hannah. She was the perfect victim, and Teresa proved herself to be the monster Duncan knew her to be. Yes, God had put Hannah here for so many reasons and the greatest of which was that Pea and Duncan were now strong.

Duncan gnawed at this thumbnail as he thought about all this, and it wasn't until he tasted blood that he stopped, stood up, and wiped his thumb on his favorite jacket. He stuck the bottle of liquid Nicotine in his pocket and went to look in on Melody and Hannah. Half way up the stairs, he changed his mind. What he really wanted was to find out more about this poison. Teresa and Melody could own Hannah's death if it came to that; he would, however, take credit for her resurrection if he could find out how to manage it.

He opened the door to Pea's room and walked in without his usual ritual. He did not admire his paintings or breathe in the scent of her. He did not bother kneeling on one of the colored pillows. Instead, he set himself down, crossed his legs and rested his arms on his knees. He almost doubled over as he tried to see under Pea's curtain of hair.

"Pea. Come out, Pea. Come out." She remained as she was, kneeling on her pillow in the middle of the rug, her arms out, her fingers tented, her head hanging down. "Damn, Pea. Come out. I need you. I need you now."

He leaned very close as he took the vial out of his pocket. He put it under her curtain of hair.

"Why? Why do I have this? Why is this in my house?"

He waited. And waited. And this time the waiting was unbearable in the stillness of the room that, for the first time, felt stale.

"Come out, Pea," he snapped.

There was the burp and trill and then she spoke.

Revelations 21:5

John 1:5

Deuteronomy 33:27

Duncan sat back on his heels, and buried his face in his hands. God still spoke to Pea, and Pea spoke to him. His gratitude was so great he almost wept.

His hands fell away, his lips opened to thank his sister, his legs started to unfurl. He was so overwhelmed with gratitude that he didn't notice the man coming out of the corner of the room. He had no warning before an arm went around his neck and he was pulled upright against a broad chest. Duncan's hands went to that arm, but the man's grip was as strong as steel, and the voice that spoke was as cold as ice:

"We're going to find a doctor, or I swear I will kill you, dude."

On the floor, Pea trilled and burped and trilled.

***

Teresa and Melody kept watch over Hannah who lay shivering and shaking, her system overloaded by the nicotine she had ingested. Teresa hadn't bothered to explain what happened to Melody. What good would it do? All Melody wanted to know, all any of them wanted to know, was whether or not what had befallen Hannah had to do with the devil.

If the answer were yes, then would it hold that Teresa was the devil? If Teresa were the devil, it stood to reason that she could possess all of them. If she possessed all of them they would fall back and sin again as Teresa had. They would hurt people, betray people, kill people. They would never be healed.

If the answer was no, then the world would be upon them soon. Outsiders would come looking for Billy and Hannah, or God would send something else to test them. They were not strong enough for that. Already they were falling apart as the promise of healing slipped away.

Teresa understood how human they all were. That included Duncan who, as she saw him leave the house, had to put his shoulder into the wind and keep his head down against the slant of the snow just like everyone else. To her surprise, he didn't go to his own house but past it on the path that led to the store. If she'd had any curiosity about him any longer, she would have followed him. Since she did not, she looked back at the poor, poisoned girl.

She was about to tell Melody to go to bed when Billy opened the door. He ignored the two women and went to Hannah's side, looked down at her, and then sat on the bed. Without hesitation, he took up the sick girl's hand and held it tight as if by sheer force of will he could stop her body from torturing itself. He winced with every shudder that ran through her, bit his lip when she bucked, wiped away the froth that came from the side of her mouth. He moved the pail closer in case she threw up. She didn't. Twice she opened her eyes. Twice she called 'Billy', and twice he assured her he was there. And then he told her something else.

"We're going to get you a doctor tomorrow. We're going to get you out of here."

When Hannah went back to her fitful sleep. Billy talked to the women but didn't bother to look at them.

"Duncan is taking me to find a doctor tomorrow. Tell everyone that if I come back and Hannah is sicker, or she's dead, or anything, then I'm going to kill all of you.

Now, get out of here."

***

Duncan slipped. He fell.

The snow blinded him. His breath was hot beneath his scarf. His nose and mouth were wet with his own sweat. He had managed to dress for the short walk – gloves, parka, sweater, hat – and still he was freezing.

He got up, slipped, and got up again. He was shaken by how quickly things had turned. Teresa's betrayal, the others with their fear and uncertainty and even anger, Billy Zuni's threat, and Hannah's illness had turned his world upside down. Pea had seen an upheaval months ago, but this was a catastrophe. Pea had not told him it would be like this, like the end of time. Or, had she? Perhaps he had missed it. Maybe he was the one who had been lazy and not interpreted the passages correctly.

He slipped once more but this time he was close to the rock wall and he caught himself before he fell. Duncan struggled, made it over the wall, pushed through the brush, dug out the small pile of snow in front of the door and finally got inside. He ripped the scarf from his face. He shook his head to clear his eyes and finally found the latch on the hidden door. Duncan threw himself into the narrow room and shut the door behind him. He flipped on the overhead and fell into the chair in front of the table.

The Bible was still as he had left it. To read that God meant him to take Hannah as his bride had been thrilling, but now his bride was near death and her friend was ready to kill. That simply could not stand. His congregation could not survive without him. If Hannah needed to be taken, so be it. But Duncan? Impossible.

Duncan took off his gloves. He put his hands on the desk. He looked at his binder and thought he should go back to the list of prophesies Pea had uttered before Robert found Hannah and Billy. He would re-read the passages. Duncan would see if the fault was his. Then again, he needed to take care with what was happening that minute. Billy was a problem; perhaps he was a priority. Yes, he needed to start there.

Revelations 21:5

Duncan took up his pen and scribbled the reference in his log with one hand and turned the pages of the Bible with the other. He forgot the order and couldn't find the right place. Genesis. Deuteronomy. Ephesians. The pages were snapping. Where was Revelations? He riffled them so fast, so ineptly that he almost ripped the pages from the spine.

There it was. There it was.

He pursed his lips and blew out an icy breath.

Revelations 21:5

He who was seated on the throne said, “I am making everything new!” Then he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.”

Duncan wrote the words:
Make everything new
.

He scribbled John 1:4-5 and then looked at the book. His fingers weren't shaking now. He was warmer, and he was calmer. He found this passage more easily.

John 1:4-5

In Him was life, and the life was the Light of men. The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.

He wrote down: darkness does not comprehend.

What? What was the last? There was another verse! He bit his lip. He tugged at his ear. He put the heel of his hand to the side of his head and pounded. What was the other verse Pea had told him? What?

Deuteronomy 33:27

That was it! He had it. Pages flew and fluttered and Duncan leaned closer to the book and read aloud:

The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms. He will drive out your enemies before you, saying, 'Destroy them!

He wrote down: Drive out your enemies. Destroy them.

Duncan sat up. He closed his eyes, but before he could open his heart and his mind and interpret the word of God, the radio spit and sputtered. The radio on which Duncan relied to enhance his interpretations was crackling now. Duncan slid the chair to the ancient piece of equipment and fiddled with the dials. He put headphones on.

"We've got Nell. . . down river. Says to tell you . . .injury. . . Stopping at. . .then onto . . . two days. . .Copy that Trooper Guillard? "

CHAPTER 24

Duncan went to see them, one by one. They were so afraid of the terrible things that had befallen them that no one opened their door until they heard the sound of his voice assuring them it was, indeed, Duncan knocking and not a demon. He sat with each of them and listened to the same litany.

Hannah was possessed by some devil, brought down even as she was to become the wife of Duncan.

Billy Zuni was stalking through the house threatening to kill people.

Duncan was running into the night, leaving them at the mercy of the boy with the long hair and the bandaged hand.

Teresa was not cooking food.

When it was his turn to speak, Duncan reassured them. Had he not returned? Had he not made peace? Wasn't he going to drive out everything bad? He was taking Billy away. Hannah was not their enemy; she was a victim, too.

Robert lay down upon his bed and Duncan stroked his face, the part that felt like leather, and the skin that not even his mother wanted to touch. Duncan listened patiently to Foster try to put two words together. Duncan took Glenn's pitiful hands in his and held them while they talked, and he looked into his unmemorable eyes as if he, at least, would remember them. Duncan stroked Melody's toothpick arm, and held her claw-like fingers, and told her that she would be worthy of being handmaiden to God. Boldly, Melody said she only wanted to serve him.

Duncan just smiled.

Duncan laid his hand on Peter and reassured his parents there was no need to worry about their child.

He spoke to Teresa, also. He called her mother. He almost made her believe that he had forgiven her. He touched Teresa's misshapen back and promised her life and healing, but he could see that she had closed herself off completely and felt nothing for him or Pea or the others.

Now it was morning. Duncan had not slept and it would seem neither had Billy Zuni. But Duncan, walking in the light of the lord, was energized; Billy, whose companion seemed to be hatred and despair, was tired and edgy. That's what Duncan thought as he watched Billy come down the long flight of stairs after spending the night watching Hannah.

"Did she know you, Billy? Did you tell her where we are going?" Duncan asked as he waited at the foot of the staircase.

"She didn't understand, but I think she's better. She's not throwing up."

Duncan put a hand out. Billy stopped. Duncan said:

"I'll ask you one more time, let us pray for her. Let us heal her on our own. We don't need to bring outsiders here."

"Don't go there, dude." Billy pushed past him.

"You understand that we are using up the last of our fuel for you," Duncan called after him and Billy slammed open the door and called back:

"We'll get more when we get wherever we're going."

Melody watched all this from the living room where she was sitting with the mending, not mending at all but looking at Billy as he stood by the snowmobile. She looked at Duncan who still stood by the stairs. Setting aside her chores, she went to him.

"Will you be alright, Duncan?" she asked.

"Thank you, Melody. I will."

"Are you sure you shouldn't take the boat? It would be faster."

"No. The boat wouldn't make it. This is the only way."

Duncan turned toward the door and opened it. Together they looked at Billy as he paced and scowled.

"I hope he'll be warm enough. He's wearing the things he had on when Robert found him. It's so much colder now."

"He'll be fine. Take care of Hannah and Pea."

"How long will you be gone?" Melody asked.

"Not long. If I don't stop, we'll make good time. Perhaps I'll even be back tonight."

"Will he really kill us if Hannah dies?" she asked.

"No. Billy won't kill anyone. I promise you."