Cabal by Clive Barker Read Free Book Online Page B

properly was like a physical hurt. Somehow, she had to heal that hurt, or be prepared to bear the wound of his betrayal for ever. She had to know
why
his other life had taken him off to the back of beyond. Maybe the best solution was to go looking where he’d been found: in Midian. Perhaps there she’d find the mystery answered.
    The police had instructed her not to leave Calgary until after the inquest, but she was a creature of impulse like her mother. She’d woken at three in the morning with the idea of going to Midian. She was packing by five, and was heading north on Highway 2 an hour after dawn.
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    Things went well at first. It was good to be away from the office – where she’d be missed, but what the hell? – and the apartment, with all its reminders of her time with Boone. She wasn’t quite driving blind, but as near as damn it; no map she’d been able to lay hands on marked any town called Midian. She’d heard mention of other towns, however, in exchanges between the police. Shere Neck was one, she remembered – and that
was
marked on the maps. She made that her target.
    She knew little or nothing about the landscape she was crossing. Her family had come from Toronto – the civilized east as her mother had called it to the day she died, resenting her husband for the move that had taken them into the hinterland. The prejudice had rubbed off. The sight of wheat fields stretching as far as the eye could see had never done much for Lori’s imagination and nothing she saw as she drove changed her mind. The grain was being left to grow, its planters and reapers about other business. The sheer monotony of it wearied her more than she’d anticipated. She broke her journey at McLennan, an hour’s drive short of Peace River, and slept a full night undisturbed on a motel bed, to be up good and early the next morning, and off again. She’d make Shere Neck by noon, she estimated.
    Things didn’t quite work out that way, however. Somewhere east of Peace River she lost her bearings, and had to drive forty miles in what she suspected was the wrong direction till she found a gas station, and someone to help her on her way.
    There were twin boys playing with plastic armies in the dirt of the station office step. Their father, whose blond hair they shared, ground a cigarette out amongst the battalions and crossed to the car.
    ‘What can I get you?’
    ‘Gas, please. And some information?’
    ‘It’ll cost you,’ he said, not smiling.
    ‘I’m looking for a town called Shere Neck. Do you know it?’
    The war games had escalated behind him. He turned on the children.
    ‘Will you shut up?’ he said.
    The boys threw each other sideways glances, and fell silent, until he turned back to Lori. Too many years of working outdoors in the summer sun had aged him prematurely.
    ‘What do you want Shere Neck for?’ he said.
    ‘I’m trying … to track somebody.’
    ‘That so?’ he replied, plainly intrigued. He offered her a grin designed for better teeth. ‘Anyone I know?’ he said. ‘We don’t get too many strangers through here.’
    There was no harm in asking, she supposed. She reached back into the car and fetched a photograph from her bag.
    ‘You didn’t ever see this man I suppose?’
    Armageddon was looming at the step. Before looking at Boone’s photograph he turned on the children.
    ‘I told you to
shut the fuck up
!’ he said, then turned back to study the picture. His response was immediate. ‘You know who this guy is?’
    Lori hesitated. The raw face before her was scowling. It was too late to claim ignorance, however.
    ‘Yes,’ she said, trying not to sound offensive. ‘I know who it is.’
    ‘And you know what he did?’ The man’s lip curled as he spoke. ‘There were pictures of him. I saw them.’ Again, he turned on the children. ‘Will you
shut up
?’
    ‘It wasn’t me,’ one of the pair protested.
    ‘I don’t give a fuck who it was!’ came the reply.
    He moved towards them,