Eyes of Darkness by Dean Koontz Read Free Book Online Page B

brow was too wide. Her nose was so straight that some might think it was severe. Others might say that her mouth was too wide, her chin too pointed. To Elliot, however, her face was perfect.
    But her physical beauty was not what most excited him. He was interested primarily in learning more about the mind that could create a work like Magyck! He had seen less than one-fourth of the program, yet he knew it was a hit — and far superior to others of its kind. A Vegas stage extravaganza could easily go off the rails. If the gigantic sets and lavish costumes and intricate choreography were overdone, or if any element was improperly executed, the production would quickly stumble across the thin line between captivating show-biz flash and sheer vulgarity. A glittery fantasy could metamorphose into a crude, tasteless, and stupid bore if the wrong hand guided it. Elliot wanted to know more about Christina Evans — and on a more fundamental level, he just wanted her.
    No woman had affected him so strongly since Nancy, his wife, who had died three years ago.
    Sitting in the dark theater, he smiled, not at the comic magician who was performing in front of the closed stage curtains, but at his own sudden, youthful exuberance.

7
    THE WARPED DOOR GROANED AND CREAKED AS VIVIENNE Neddler forced it open.
    Aiii-eee, aiii-eee . . .
    A wave of frigid air washed out of the dark room, into the hallway.
    Vivienne reached inside, fumbled for the light switch, found it, and entered warily. The room was deserted.
    Aiii-eee, aii-eee . . .
    Baseball stars and horror-movie monsters gazed at Vivienne from posters stapled to the walls. Three intricate model airplanes were suspended from the ceiling. These things were as they always had been, since she had first come to work here, before Danny had died.
    Aiii-eee, aiii-eee, aiii-eee . . .
    The maddening electronic squeal issued from a pair of small stereo speakers that hung on the wall behind the bed. The CD player and an accompanying AM-FM tuner and amplifier were stacked on one of the nightstands.
    Although Vivienne could see where the noise originated, she couldn’t locate any source for the bitterly cold air.
    Neither window was open, and even if one had been raised, the night wasn’t frigid enough to account for the chill.
    Just as she reached the AM-FM tuner, the banshee wail stopped. The sudden silence had an oppressive weight.
    Gradually, as her ears stopped ringing, Vivienne perceived the soft empty hiss of the stereo speakers. Then she heard the thumping of her own heart.
    The metal casing of the radio gleamed with a brittle crust of ice. She touched it wonderingly. A sliver of ice broke loose under her finger and fell onto the nightstand. It didn’t begin to melt; the room was cold .
    The window was frosted. The dresser mirror was frosted too, and her reflection was dim and distorted and strange.
    Outside, the night was cool but not wintry. Maybe fifty degrees. Maybe even fifty-five.
    The radio’s digital display began to change, the orange numbers escalating across the frequency band, sweeping through one station after another. Scraps of music, split-second flashes of disc jockeys’ chatter, single words from different somber-voiced newscasters, and fragments of commercial jingles blended in a cacophonous jumble of meaningless sound. The indicator reached the end of the band width, and the digital display began to sequence backward.
    Trembling, Vivienne switched off the radio.
    As soon as she took her finger off the push switch, the radio turned itself on again.
    She stared at it, frightened and bewildered.
    The digital display began to sequence up the band once more, and scraps of music blasted from the speakers.
    She pressed the ON-OFF bar again.
    After a brief silence, the radio turned on spontaneously.
    “This is crazy,” she said shakily.
    When she shut off the radio the third time, she kept her finger pressed against the ON-OFF bar. For several seconds she was certain that she