Snow(17)

“Is that true? You’ve been engaged for two years now?”

“Three. We got engaged on our second date.”

“Hmmmm,” he said.

She cocked an eyebrow at him. “That’s all you’ve got to say?”

“I’m still trying to think of something nice and benign.”

“Forget it. If you’d seen the winners I’ve gone out with in the past, you’d be all about Gerald.”

“So that’s his name? Gerald?”

“Yeah, so?”

“So he sounds like someone’s butler.”

They both laughed.

“Thank you,” she said, “for taking my mind off things. I kept getting a weird feeling.”

“Like what?”

She looked at the rows of houses they were passing, silent and dark and brooding. “Like there are people in there watching us.”


The town square was like a Norman Rockwell painting gone horribly awry. At the center of the square was a bronze statue of a man on a horse, the horse’s front legs pawing at the air. Surrounding the statue and scattered about in the snow like stuffing torn from an old mattress were strips of tattered clothing—shirts, pants, underwear, even a baseball hat. Fires burned in old oil drums that had been erected along the street, the great flames reflected in the blackened windows of the shops that circled the square. Cars had been evacuated seemingly without heed, many of them in the middle of the street with their doors ajar and their batteries dead. A bicycle lay on its side, its frame bent in the middle at a firm 90-degree angle.

“What the hell happened here?” Kate said. She surveyed the damage, then looked up past the shops where the spire of a darkened church punctured the sky like a syringe.

“Looks like a battlefield,” Nan commented as she slowly made her way around the bronze statue at the center of the square. “Who set these fires? Looters?”

Lowering his voice so the women wouldn’t hear, Todd leaned over to Fred and whispered, “Where the f*ck is everyone?”

“For their sakes, I hope they left long before whatever happened here.”

“And what exactly did—”

Nan screamed.





CHAPTER SIX



They all hurried over to Nan, who was trembling on the other side of the bronze statue, staring with horrified eyes at something in the snow.

“What is it?” Fred said quickly, dropping Todd’s duffel bag and coming up behind her. He grabbed Nan firmly by the shoulders. In her fright, the woman had dropped the teddy bear; it lay now in the snow.

“Jesus,” Todd said, coming up beside them.

Here, the snow was black with what looked enough like blood to cause a tremor of fear to rise up in the back of Todd’s throat. The firelight reflected in it, giving it a muddy copper hue, and there were bits of twisted, fibrous ropes trailing through the snow in every immediate direction away from the blood.

“Is that blood?” Kate said, suddenly right at Todd’s back. “Jesus Christ, it is, isn’t it?”

Fred pulled Nan against his chest. Todd heard the woman’s muffled sob.

Kate pointed to the strands of ropy material strewn about the snow. “What are those things?”

“From an animal,” Fred said. One of his giant hands was cradling his wife’s head. “Something happened to an animal here.”

“So those are guts?” Kate said. “Those are f*cking innards?”

“Shhh,” Todd told her, and jerked his head in Nan’s direction. “Calm down, okay?”

“Todd, what the f*ck happened here?”

“I don’t know.”

“Something bad happened here.”

“We’ll call the police, tell them—”

“No,” Kate said. “We need to get out of here.”

“We’ve got no car. We need to call the cops—”

“The cell phones don’t work!”

“—and wait for the cops,” he finished calmly. Yet his heart was strumming like a fiddle in his chest.

“We need to leave,” Kate insisted. She gripped him at the shoulders and stared at him hard. Todd expected to see tears welling up in her eyes, but her gaze was surprisingly sober. “Fair enough. I lied before. I’m scared now, all right?”

“We’ll be okay.” Todd exchanged a look with Fred, who walked back around to the other side of the statue, with his wife still clinging to his chest. Todd bent down and scooped the stuffed bear up off the ground. Then he took Kate’s hand and tugged her over to where Fred stood with Nan.

“There’s no one here,” Fred said over Nan’s silvery hair. His eyes looked hard as steel and yellow in the firelight.

“Someone set these fires,” Todd suggested.

Fred lifted one shoulder. He looked astoundingly calm. “If they’re the same folks who left those entrails out on the snow, we probably don’t want to go looking for them.”

“Entrails,” Kate repeated, as if saying it aloud would prove just how ridiculous this all was. “Fantastic.”

Nan lifted her head off her husband’s chest. Her eyes were glassy, but she looked more composed than Todd would have suspected. “Kate’s right. We can’t stay here. This place feels…it feels—”