Song of Susannah (The Dark Tower #6)(50)

"John," he said, "what day is this?"

The man's bristly gray eyebrows went up. "You serious?" And when Eddie nodded: "Ninth of July. Year of our Lord nineteen-seventy-seven."

Eddie made a soundless whistling noise through his pursed lips.

Roland, the last stub of the Dromedary cigarette smoldering between his fingers, had gone to the window for a looksee. Nothing behind the house but trees and a few seductive blue winks from what Cullum called "the Keywadin." But that pillar of black smoke still rose in the sky, as if to remind him that any sense of peace he might feel in these surroundings was only an illusion. They had to get out of here. And no matter how terribly afraid he was for Susannah Dean, now that they were here they had to find Calvin Tower and finish their business with him. And they'd have to do it quickly. Because -

As if reading his mind and finishing his thought, Eddie said: "Roland? It's speeding up. Time on this side is speeding up."

"I know."

"It means that whatever we do, we have to get it right the first time, because in this world you can never come back earlier. There are no do-overs."

Roland knew that, too.

Two

"The man we're looking for is from New York City," Eddie told John Cullum.

"Ayuh, plenty of those around in the summertime."

"His name's Calvin Tower. He's with a friend of his named Aaron Deepneau."

Cullum opened the glass case with the baseballs inside, took out one withCarl Yastrzemski written across the sweet spot in that weirdly perfect script of which only professional athletes seem capable (in Eddie's experience it was the spelling that gave most of them problems), and began to toss it from hand to hand. "Folks from away really pile in once June comes - you know that, don't ya?"

"I do," Eddie said, feeling hopeless already. He thought it was possible old Double-Ugly had already gotten to Cal Tower. Maybe the ambush at the store had been Jack's idea of dessert. "I guess you can't - "

"If I can't, I guess I better goddam retire," Cullum said with some spirit, and tossed the Yaz ball to Eddie, who held it in his right hand and ran the tips of his lefthand fingers over the red stitches. The feel of them raised a wholly unexpected lump in his throat. If a baseball didn't tell you that you were home, what did? Only this world wasn't home anymore. John was right, he was a walk-in.

"What do you mean?" Roland asked. Eddie tossed him the ball and Roland caught it without ever taking his eyes off John Cullum.

"I don't bother with names, but I know most everyone who comes into this town just the same," he said. "Know em by sight. Same with any other caretaker worth his salt, I s'pose. You want to know who's in your territory." Roland nodded at this with perfect understanding. "Tell me what this guy looks like."

Eddie said, "He stands about five-nine and weighs...oh, I'm gonna say two-thirty."

"Heavyset, then."

"Do ya. Also, most of his hair's gone on the sides of his forehead." Eddie raised his hands to his own head and pushed his hair back, exposing the temples (one of them still oozing blood from his near-fatal passage through the Unfound Door). He winced a little at the pain this provoked in his upper left arm, but there the bleeding had already stopped. Eddie was more worried about the round he'd taken in the leg. Right now Cullum's Percodan was dealing with the pain, but if the bullet was still in there - and Eddie thought it might be - it would eventually have to come out.

"How old is he?" Cullum asked.

Eddie looked at Roland, who only shook his head. Had Roland ever actually seen Tower? At this particular moment, Eddie couldn't remember. He thought not.

"I think in his fifties."

"He's the book collector, ain't he?" Cullum asked, then laughed at Eddie's expression of surprise. "Told you, I keep a weather eye out on the summah folk. You never know when one's gonna turn out to be a deadbeat. Maybe an outright thief. Or, eight or nine years ago, we had this woman from New Jersey who turned out to be a firebug." Cullum shook his head. "Looked like a small-town librarian, the sort of lady who wouldn't say boo to a goose, and she was lightin up barns all over Stoneham, Lovell, and Waterford."

"How do you know he's a book dealer?" Roland asked, and tossed the ball back to Cullum, who immediately tossed it to Eddie.

"Didn't knowthat, " he said. "Only that he collects em, because he told Jane Sargus. Jane's got a little shop right where Dimity Road branches off from Route 5. That's about a mile south of here. Dimity Road's actually where that fella and his friend are stayin, if we're talking about the right ones. I guess we are."

"His friend's name is Deepneau," Eddie said, and tossed the Yaz ball to Roland. The gunslinger caught it, tossed it to Cullum, then went to the fireplace and dropped the last shred of his cigarette onto the little pile of logs stacked on the grate.

"Don't bother with names, like I told you, but the friend's skinny and looks about seventy. Walks like his hips pain him some. Wears steel-rimmed glasses."

"That's the guy, all right," Eddie said.

"Janey has a little place called Country Collectibles. She gut some furniture in the barn, dressers and armoires and such, but what she specializes in is quilts, glassware, and old books. Sign says so right out front."