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ast who has scented danger downwind。
'Reverend？' Sonny asked。 Sonny was panting slightly； and the pupils of his eyes were very large。 He's been enjoying himself； Jack thought。 If I start to talk； Sonny's going to be disappointed。
'I heard something；' Gardener said。 'Casey。 Go and listen to the kitchen and the mon room。'
'Right。' Casey took off。
Gardener looked back at Jack。 'I'm going to have to leave for Muncie soon；' he said； 'and when I meet Mr。 Morgan； I want to be able to give him some information immediately。 So you had better talk to me； Jack。 Spare yourself further pain。'
Jack looked at him； hoping the jackhammer beat of his heart didn't show either in his face or as a faster； more noticeable pulse in his neck。 If Wolf was out of the Box…
Gardener held up the pick Speedy had given him in one hand； the coin Captain Farren had given him in the other。 'What are they？'
'When I flip； they turn into tortoise testicles；' Jack said； and laughed wildly； hysterically。
Gardener's face darkened with angry blood。
'Lace up his arms again；' he said to Sonny and Andy。 'Lace up his arms and then pull down this hellbound bastard's pants。 Let's see what happens when we heat up his testicles。'
11
Heck Bast was deathly bored with confession。 He had heard them all before； these paltry mail…order sins。 I hooked money from my mother's purse； I used to blow joints in the school…yard； we usta put glue in a paper bag and sniff it； I did this； I did that。 Little kids' stuff。 No excitement。 Nothing to take his mind off the steady drone of pain in his hand。 Heck wanted to be downstairs； working on that kid Sawyer。 And then they could get started on the big retard who had somehow surprised him and destroyed his good right hand。 Yes； getting to work on the big retard would be a real pleasure。 Preferably with a set of bolt…cutters。
A boy named Vernon Skarda was currently droning away。
'。 。 。 so me and him； we seen the keys was in her； know what I mean。 So he goes； 'Let's jump in the whore； and drive her around the block；' he goes。 But I knew it was wrong； and I said it was； so he goes； 'You ain't nothin but a chickenshit。' So
I go； 'I ain't no chickenshit。' Like that。 So he goes； 'Prove it； prove it。' 'I ain't doin no joy…ride；' I go； so he goes 。 。 。'
Oh dear Christ； Heck thought。 His hand was really starting to yell at him； and his pain…pills were up in his room。 On the far side of the room； he saw Peabody stretch his jaws in a bone…cracking yawn。
'So we went around the block； and then he goes to me； he goes…'
The door suddenly slammed inward so hard it tore off its hinges。 It hit the wall； bounced； struck a boy named Tom Cassidy； drove him to the floor； and pinned him there。 Something leaped into the mon room…at first Heck Bast thought it was the biggest motherfucking dog he had ever seen。 Boys screamed and bolted up from their chairs 。 。 。 and then froze； eyes wide and unbelieving； as the gray…black beast that was Wolf stood upright； shreds of chinos and checked shirt still clinging to him。
Vernon Skarda stared； eyes bulging； jaws hanging。
Wolf bellowed； eyes glaring around as the boys fell back from him。 Pedersen made for the door。 Wolf； towering so high his head almost brushed the ceiling； moved with liquid speed。 He swung an arm as thick as a barn…beam。 Claws tore a channel through Pedersen's back。 For a moment his spine was clearly visible…it looked like a bloody extension cord。 Gore splashed the walls。 Pedersen took one great； shambling step out into the hall and then collapsed。
Wolf turned back 。 。 。 and his blazing eyes fastened on Heck Bast。 Heck got up suddenly on nerveless legs； staring at this shaggy； red…eyed horror。 He knew who it was 。 。 。 or； at least； who it had been。
Heck would have given anything in the world just then to be bored again。
12
Jack was sitting in the chair again； his burned and throbbing hands once more pressed against the small of his back…Sonny had laced the strait…jacket cruelly tight and then unbuttoned Jack's chinos and pushed them down。
'Now；' Gardener said； holding his Zippo up where Jack could see it。 'You listen to me； Jack； and listen well。 I'm going to begin asking you questions again。 And if you don't answer them well and truly； then buggery is one temptation you will never have to worry about being led into again。'
Sonny Singer giggled wildly at this。 That muddy； half…dead look of lust was back in his eyes again。 He stared at Jack's face with a kind of sickly greed。
'Reverend Gardener！ Reverend Gardener！' It was Casey； and Casey sounded distressed。 Jack opened his eyes again。 'Some kind of hooraw going on upstairs！'
'I don't want to be bothered now。'
'Donny Keegan's laughing like a loon in the kitchen！ And…'
'He said he didn't want to be bothered now；' Sonny said。 'Didn't you hear him？'
But Casey was too dismayed to stop。 '…and it sounds like there's a riot going on in the mon room！ Yelling！ Screaming！ And it sounds like…'
Suddenly； Jack's mind filled with a bellow of incredible force and vitality：
Jacky！ Where are you？ Wolf！ Where are you right here and now？
'…there's a dog…pack or something loose up there！' Gardener was looking at Casey now； eyes narrow； lips pressed tightly together。
Gardener's office！ Downstairs！ Where we were before！
DOWN…side； Jacky？
Stairs！ Down…STAIRS； Wolf！
Right here and now！
That was it； Wolf was gone from his head。 From upstairs； Jack heard a thump and a scream。
'Reverend Gardener？' Casey asked。 His normally flushed face was deeply pale。 'Reverend Gardener； what is it？ What…'
'Shut up！' Gardener said； and Casey recoiled as if slapped； eyes wide and hurt； considerable jowls trembling。 Gardener brushed past him and went to the safe。 From it he took an outsized pistol which he stuck in his belt。 For the first time； the Reverend Sunlight Gardener looked scared and baffled。
Upstairs； there was a dim shattering sound； followed by a screech。 The eyes of Singer； Warwick； and Casey all turned nervously upward…they looked like nervous bomb…shelter occupants listening to a growing whistle above them。
Gardener looked at Jack。 A grin surfaced on his face； the corners of his mouth twitching irregularly； as if strings were attached to them； strings that were being pulled by a puppeteer who wasn't particularly good at his job。
'He'll e here； won't he？' Sunlight Gardener said。 He nodded as if Jack had answered。 'He'll e 。 。 。 but I don't think he'll leave。'
13
Wolf leaped。 Heck Bast was able to get his right hand in its plaster cast up in front of his throat。 There was a hot flash of pain； a brittle crunch； and a puff of plaster…dust as Wolf bit the cast…and what was left of the hand inside it…off。 Heck looked stupidly down at where it had been。 Blood jetted from his wrist。 It soaked his white turtleneck with bright； hot warmth。
'Please；' Heck whined。 'Please； please； don't…'
Wolf spat out the hand。 His head moved forward with the speed of a striking snake。 Heck felt a dim pulling sensation as Wolf tore his throat open； and then he knew no more。
14
As he bolted out of the mon room； Peabody skidded in Pedersen's blood； went down to one knee； got up； and then ran down the first…floor hall as fast as he could go； vomiting all over himself as he went。 Kids were running everywhere； shrieking in panic。 Peabody's own panic was not quite that plete。 He remembered what he was supposed to do in extreme situations…although he didn't think anyone had ever envisioned a situation as extreme as this； he had an idea that Reverend Gardener had been thinking in terms of a kid going bugfuck and cutting another kid up； something like that。
Beyond the parlor where new boys were brought when they first came to the Sunlight Home was a small upstairs office used only by the thugs Gardener referred to as his 'student aides。'
Peabody locked himself in this room； picked up the phone； and dialled an emergency number。 A moment later he was talking to Franky Williams。
'Peabody； at the Sunlight Home；' he said。 'You ought to get up here with as many police as you can get； Officer Williams。 All hell has…'
Outside he heard a wailing shriek followed by a crash of breaking wood。 There was a snarling； barking roar； and the shriek was cut off。
'…has busted loose up here；' he finished。
'What kind of hell？' Williams asked impatiently。 'Lemme talk to Gardener。'
'I don't know where the Reverend is； but he'd want you up here。 There's people dead。 Kids dead。'
'What？'
'Just get up here with a lot of men；' Peabody said。 'And a lot of guns。'
Another scream。 The crash…thud of something heavy…the old highboy in the front hall； probably…being overturned。
'Machine…guns； if you can find them。'
A crystalline jangle as the big chandelier in the hall came down。 Peabody cringed。 It sounded like that monster was tearing the whole place apart with its bare hands。
'Hell； bring a nuke if you can；' Peabody said； beginning to blubber。
'What…'
Peabody hung up before Williams could finish。 He crawled i