Darktower 2 - The Drawing of the Three Read online

Page 12


  He made an A shape and overlaid it.

  They had taken Eddie and held him awhile and then let him go.

  Balazar had grabbed Eddie’s brother and the stash they shared. That would be enough to bring him … and he wanted Eddie.

  He wanted Eddie because it had only been two hours, and two hours was wrong.

  They had questioned him at Kennedy, not at 43rd Street, and that was wrong, too. That meant Eddie had succeeded in ditching most or all of the coke.

  Or had he?

  He thought. He wondered.

  Eddie had walked out of Kennedy two hours after they took him off the plane. That was too short a time for them to have sweated it out of him and too long for them to have decided he was clean, that some stew had made a rash mistake.

  He thought. He wondered.

  Eddie’s brother was a zombie, but Eddie was still smart, Eddie was still tough. He wouldn’t have turned in just two hours … unless it was his brother. Something about his brother.

  But still, how come no 43rd Street? How come no Cus­toms van, the ones that looked like Post Office trucks except for the wire grilles on the back windows? Because Eddie really had done something with the goods? Ditched them? Hidden them?

  Impossible to hide goods on an airplane.

  Impossible to ditch them.

  Of course it was also impossible to escape from certain prisons, rob certain banks, beat certain raps. But people did. Harry Houdini had escaped from strait-jackets, locked trunks, fucking bank vaults. But Eddie Dean was no Houdini.

  Was he?

  He could have had Henry killed in the apartment, could have had Eddie cut down on the L.I.E. or, better yet, also in the apartment, where it would look to the cops like a couple of junkies who got desperate enough to forget they were brothers and killed each other. But it would leave too many questions unanswered.

  He would get the answers here, prepare for the future or merely satisfy his curiosity, depending on what the answers were, and then kill both of them.

  A few more answers, two less junkies. Some gain and no great loss.

  In the other room, the game had gotten around to Henry again. “Okay, Henry,” George Biondi said. “Be careful, because this one is tricky. The category is Geography. The question is, ‘What is the only continent where kangaroos are a native form of life?’ “

  A hushed pause.

  “Johnny Cash,” Henry said, and this was followed by a bull-throated roar of laughter.

  The walls shook.

  ‘Cimi tensed, waiting for Balazar’s house of cards (which would become a tower only if God, or the blind forces that ran the universe in His name, willed it), to fall down.

  The cards trembled a bit. If one fell, all would fall.

  None did.

  Balazar looked up and smiled at ‘Cimi. “Piasan,” he said. “II Dio est bono; il Dio est malo; temps est poco-poco; tu est une grande peeparollo.”

  ‘Cimi smiled. “Si, senor,” he said. “lo grande peeparollo; lo va fanculo por tu.”

  “None va fanculo, catzarro,” Balazar said. “Eddie Dean va fanculo.” He smiled gently, and began on the second level of his tower of cards.

  11

  When the van pulled to the curb near Balazar’s place, Col Vincent happened to be looking at Eddie. He saw something impossible. He tried to speak and found himself unable. His tongue was stuck to the roof of his mouth and all he could get out was a muffled grunt.

  He saw Eddie’s eyes change from brown to blue.

  12

  This time Roland made no conscious decision to come forward. He simply leaped without thinking, a movement as involuntary as rolling out of a chair and going for his guns when someone burst into a room.

  The Tower! he thought fiercely. It’s the Tower, my God, the Tower is in the sky, the Tower! I see the Tower in the sky, drawn in lines of red fire! Cuthbert! Alan! Desmond! The Tower! The T—

  But this time he felt Eddie struggling—not against him, but trying to talk to him, trying desperately to explain some­thing to him.

  The gunslinger retreated, listening—listening desper­ately, as above a beach some unknown distance away in space and time, his mindless body twitched and trembled like the body of a man experiencing a dream of highest ecstasy or deepest horror.

  13

  Sign! Eddie was screaming into his own head … and into the head of that other.

  It’s a sign, just a neon sign, I don’t know what tower it is you’re thinking about but this is just a bar, Balazar’s place, The Leaning Tower, he named it that after the one in Pisa! It’s just a sign that’s supposed to look like the fucking Leaning Tower of Pisa! Let up! Let up! You want to get us killed before we have a chance to go at them?

  Pitsa? the gunslinger replied doubtfully, and looked again.

  A sign. Yes, all right, he could see now: it was not the Tower, but a Signpost. It leaned to one side, and there were many scalloped curves, and it was a marvel, but that was all. He could see now that the sign was a thing made of tubes, tubes which had somehow been filled with glowing red swamp-fire. In some places there seemed to be less of it than others; in those places the lines of fire pulsed and buzzed.

  He now saw letters below the tower which had been made of shaped tubes; most of them were Great Letters. TOWER he could read, and yes, LEANING. LEANING TOWER. The first word was three letters, the first T, the last E, the middle one which he had never seen.

  Tre? he asked Eddie.

  THE. It doesn’t matter. Do you see it’s just a sign? That’s what matters!

  I see, the gunslinger answered, wondering if the prisoner really believed what he was saying or was only saying it to keep the situation from spilling over as the tower depicted in those lines of fire seemed about to do, wondering if Eddie believed any sign could be a trivial thing.

  Then ease off! Do you hear me? Ease off!

  Be cool? Roland asked, and both felt Roland smile a little in Eddie’s mind.

  Be cool, right. Let me handle things.

  Yes. All right. He would let Eddie handle things.

  For awhile.

  14

  Col Vincent finally managed to get his tongue off the roof of his mouth. “Jack.” His voice was as thick as shag carpet.

  Andolini turned off the motor and looked at him, irritated.

  “His eyes.”

  “What about his eyes?”

  “Yeah, what about my eyes?” Eddie asked.

  Col looked at him.

  The sun had gone down, leaving nothing in the air but the day’s ashes, but there was light enough for Col to see that Eddie’s eyes were brown again.

  If they had ever been anything else.

  You saw it, part of his mind insisted, but had he? Col was twenty-four, and for the last twenty-one of those years no one had really believed him trustworthy. Useful sometimes. Obe­dient almost always… if kept on a short leash. Trustworthy? No. Col had eventually come to believe it himself.

  “Nothing,” he muttered.

  “Then let’s go,” Andolini said.

  They got out of the pizza van. With Andolini on their left and Vincent on their right, Eddie and the gunslinger walked into The Leaning Tower.

  CHAPTER 5

  SHOWDOWN AND

  SHOOT-OUT

  1

  In a blues tune from the twenties Billie Holiday, who would one day discover the truth for herself, sang: “Doctor tole me daughter you got to quit it fast/Because one more rocket gonna be your last.” Henry Dean’s last rocket went up just five minutes before the van pulled up in front of The Leaning Tower and his brother was herded inside.

  Because he was on Henry’s right, George Biondi—known to his friends as “Big George” and to his enemies as “Big Nose”—asked Henry’s questions. Now, as Henry sat nodding and blinking owlishly over the board, Tricks Postino put the die in a hand which had already gone the dusty color that results in the extremities after long-term heroin addiction, the dusty color which is the precurso
r of gangrene.

  “Your turn, Henry,” Tricks said, and Henry let the die fall from his hand.

  When he went on staring into space and showed no intention of moving his game piece, Jimmy Haspio moved it for him. “Look at this, Henry,” he said. “You got a chance to score a piece of the pie.”

  “Reese’s Pieces,” Henry said dreamily, and then looked around, as if awakening. “Where’s Eddie?”

  “He’ll be here pretty soon,” Tricks soothed him. “Just play the game.”

  “How about a fix?”

  “Play the game, Henry.”

  “Okay, okay, stop leaning on me.”

  “Don’t lean on him,” Kevin Blake said to Jimmy.

  “Okay, I won’t,” Jimmy said.

  “You ready?” George Biondi said, and gave the others an enormous wink as Henry’s chin floated down to his breast­bone and then slowly rose once more—it was like watching a soaked log not quite ready to give in and sink for good.

  “Yeah,” Henry said. “Bring it on.”

  “Bring it on!” Jimmy Haspio cried happily.

  “You bring that fucker!” Tricks agreed, and they all roared with laughter (in the other room Balazar’s edifice, now three levels high, trembled again, but did not fall).

  “Okay, listen close,” George said, and winked again. Although Henry was on a Sports category, George announced the category was Arts and Entertainment. “What popular country and western singer had hits with ‘A Boy Named Sue,’ ‘Folsom Prison Blues,’ and numerous other shitkicking songs?”

  Kevin Blake, who actually could add seven and nine (if you gave him poker chips to do it with), howled with laughter, clutching his knees and nearly upsetting the board.

  Still pretending to scan the card in his hand, George continued: “This popular singer is also known as The Man in Black. His first name means the same as a place you go to take a piss and his last name means what you got in your wallet unless you’re a fucking needle freak.”

  There was a long expectant silence.

  “Walter Brennan,” Henry said at last.

  Bellows of laughter. Jimmy Haspio clutched Kevin Blake. Kevin punched Jimmy in the shoulder repeatedly. In Balazar’s office, the house of cards which was now becoming a tower of cards trembled again.

  “Quiet down!” ‘Cimi yelled. “Da Boss is buildin!”

  They quieted at once.

  “Right,” George said. “You got that one right, Henry. It was a toughie, but you came through.”

  “Always do,” Henry said. “Always come through in the fuckin clutch. How about a fix?”

  “Good idea!” George said, and took a Roi-Tan cigar box from behind him. From it he produced a hypo. He stuck it into the scarred vein above Henry’s elbow, and Henry’s last rocket took off.

  2

  The pizza van’s exterior was grungy, but underneath the road-filth and spray-paint was a high-tech marvel the DEA guys would have envied. As Balazar had said on more than one occasion, you couldn’t beat the bastards unless you could compete with the bastards—unless you could match their equipment. It was expensive stuff, but Balazar’s side had an advantage: they stole what the DEA had to buy at grossly inflated prices. There were electronics company employees all the way down the Eastern Seaboard willing to sell you top secret stuff at bargain basement prices. These catzzaroni (Jack Andolini called them Silicon Valley Coke-Heads) practically threw the stuff at you.

  Under the dash was a fuzz-buster; a UHF police radar jammer; a high-range/high frequency radio transmissions detector; an h-r/hf jammer; a transponder-amplifier that would make anyone trying to track the van by standard triangulation methods decide it was simultaneously in Connecti­cut, Harlem, and Montauk Sound; a radio-telephone … and a small red button which Andolini pushed as soon as Eddie Dean got out of the van.

  In Balazar’s office the intercom uttered a single short buzz.

  “That’s them,” he said. “Claudio, let them in. ‘Cimi, you tell everyone to dummy up. So far as Eddie Dean knows, no one’s with me but you and Claudio. ‘Cimi, go in the store­room with the other gentlemen.”

  They went, ‘Cimi turning left, Claudio Andolini going right.

  Calmly, Balazar started on another level of his edifice.

  3

  Just let me handle it, Eddie said again as Claudio opened the door.

  Yes, the gunslinger said, but remained alert, ready to come forward the instant it seemed necessary.

  Keys rattled. The gunslinger was very aware of odors— old sweat from Col Vincent on his right, some sharp, almost acerbic aftershave from Jack Andolini on his left, and, as they stepped into the dimness, the sour tang of beer.

  The smell of beer was all he recognized. This was no tumble-down saloon with sawdust on the floor and planks set across sawhorses for a bar—it was as far from a place like Sheb’s in Tull as you could get, the gunslinger reckoned. Glass gleamed mellowly everywhere, more glass in this one room than he had seen in all the years since his childhood, when supply-lines had begun to break down, partially because of interdicting raids carried out by the rebel forces of Parson, the Good Man, but mostly, he thought, simply because the world was moving on. Farson had been a symptom of that great movement, not the cause.

  He saw their reflections everywhere—on the walls, on the glass-faced bar and the long mirror behind it; he could even see them reflected as curved miniatures in the graceful bell-shapes of wine glasses hung upside down above the bar… glasses as gorgeous and fragile as festival ornaments.

  In one corner was a sculpted creation of lights that rose and changed, rose and changed, rose and changed. Gold to green; green to yellow; yellow to red; red to gold again. Written across it in Great Letters was a word he could read but which meant nothing to him: ROCKOLA.

  Never mind. There was business to be done here. He was no tourist; he must not allow himself the luxury of behaving like one, no matter how wonderful or strange these things might be.

  The man who had let them in was clearly the brother of the man who drove what Eddie called the van (as in vanguard, Roland supposed), although he was much taller and perhaps five years younger. He wore a gun in a shoulder-rig.

  “Where’s Henry?” Eddie asked. “I want to see Henry.” He raised his voice. “Henry! Hey, Henry!”

  No reply; only silence in which the glasses hung over the bar seemed to shiver with a delicacy that was just beyond the range of a human ear.

  “Mr. Balazar would like to speak to you first.”

  “You got him gagged and tied up somewhere, don’t you?” Eddie asked, and before Claudio could do more than open his mouth to reply, Eddie laughed. “No, what am I thinking about—you got him stoned, that’s all. Why would you bother with ropes and gags when all you have to do to keep Henry quiet is needle him? Okay. Take me to Balazar. Let’s get this over with.”

  4

  The gunslinger looked at the tower of cards on Balazar’s desk and thought: Another sign.

  Balazar did not look up—the tower of cards had grown too tall for that to be necessary—but rather over the top. His expression was one of pleasure and warmth.

  “Eddie,” he said. “I’m glad to see you, son. I heard you had some trouble at Kennedy.”

  “I ain’t your son,” Eddie said flatly.

  Balazar made a little gesture that was at the same time comic, sad, and untrustworthy: You hurt me, Eddie, it said, you hurt me when you say a thing like that.

  “Let’s cut through it,” Eddie said. “You know it comes down to one thing or the other: either the Feds are running me or they had to let me go. You know they didn’t sweat it out of me in just two hours. And you know if they had I’d be down at 43rd Street, answering questions between an occasional break to puke in the basin.”

  “Are they running you, Eddie?” Balazar asked mildly.

  “No. They had to let me go. They’re following, but I’m not leading.”

  “So you ditched the stuff,” Balazar said. “That’s fascina
t­ing. You must tell me how one ditches two pounds of coke when that one is on a jet plane. It would be handy information to have. It’s like a locked room mystery story.”

  “I didn’t ditch it,” Eddie said, “but I don’t have it any­more, either.”

  “So who does?” Claudio asked, then blushed when his brother looked at him with dour ferocity.

  “He does,” Eddie said, smiling, and pointed at Enrico Balazar over the tower of cards. “It’s already been delivered.”

  For the first time since Eddie had been escorted into the office, a genuine expression illuminated Balazar’s face: sur­prise. Then it was gone. He smiled politely.

  “Yes,” he said. “To a location which will be revealed later, after you have your brother and your goods and are gone. To Iceland, maybe. Is that how it’s supposed to go?”

  “No,” Eddie said. “You don’t understand. It’s here. Deliv­ery right to your door. Just like we agreed. Because even in this day and age, there are some people who still believe in living up to the deal as it was originally cut. Amazing, I know, but true.”

  They were all staring at him.

  How’m I doing, Roland? Eddie asked.

  I think you are doing very well. But don’t let this man Balazar get his balance, Eddie. I think he’s dangerous.

  You think so, huh? Well, I’m one up on you there, my friend. I know he’s dangerous. Very fucking dangerous.

  He looked at Balazar again, and dropped him a little wink. “That’s why you’re the one who’s gotta be concerned with the Feds now, not me. If they turn up with a search warrant, you could suddenly find yourself fucked without even opening your legs, Mr. Balazar.”

  Balazar had picked up two cards. His hands suddenly shook and he put them aside. It was minute, but Roland saw it and Eddie saw it, too. An expression of uncertainty—even momentary fear, perhaps—appeared and then disappeared on his face.

  “Watch your mouth with me, Eddie. Watch how you express yourself, and please remember that my time and my tolerance for nonsense are both short.”

  Jack Andolini looked alarmed.

  “He made a deal with them, Mr. Balazar! This little shit turned over the coke and they planted it while they were pretending to question him!”

 

    The Stand Read onlineThe StandThe Shining Read onlineThe ShiningIt Read onlineItThe Dead Zone Read onlineThe Dead ZoneThe Dark Tower Read onlineThe Dark TowerThe Gunslinger Read onlineThe GunslingerSong of Susannah Read onlineSong of SusannahUnder the Dome Read onlineUnder the DomeThe Mist Read onlineThe MistRevival Read onlineRevivalMisery Read onlineMiseryMile 81 Read onlineMile 81From a Buick 8 Read onlineFrom a Buick 8Just After Sunset Read onlineJust After SunsetBlack House Read onlineBlack HouseDoctor Sleep Read onlineDoctor SleepThe Drawing of the Three Read onlineThe Drawing of the ThreeWizard and Glass Read onlineWizard and GlassDolores Claiborne Read onlineDolores ClaiborneCarrie Read onlineCarrieThe Little Sisters of Eluria Read onlineThe Little Sisters of EluriaThe Waste Lands Read onlineThe Waste LandsThe Green Mile Read onlineThe Green MileThe Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon Read onlineThe Girl Who Loved Tom GordonCujo Read onlineCujoThe Outsider_A Novel Read onlineThe Outsider_A NovelThe Tommyknockers Read onlineThe TommyknockersCell Read onlineCellPet Sematary Read onlinePet SemataryThe Talisman Read onlineThe TalismanFour Past Midnight Read onlineFour Past MidnightDifferent Seasons Read onlineDifferent SeasonsNeedful Things Read onlineNeedful ThingsNightmares and Dreamscapes Read onlineNightmares and DreamscapesChristine Read onlineChristineThe Running Man Read onlineThe Running ManThe Eyes of the Dragon Read onlineThe Eyes of the Dragon11/22/63 Read online11/22/63Firestarter Read onlineFirestarterInsomnia Read onlineInsomniaFinders Keepers Read onlineFinders KeepersGerald's Game Read onlineGerald's GameThe Wind Through the Keyhole Read onlineThe Wind Through the KeyholeHearts in Atlantis Read onlineHearts in AtlantisDanse Macabre Read onlineDanse MacabreThinner Read onlineThinnerDuma Key Read onlineDuma KeyThe Bachman Books Read onlineThe Bachman BooksSkeleton Crew Read onlineSkeleton CrewThe Outsider-Stephen King Read onlineThe Outsider-Stephen KingFull Dark, No Stars Read onlineFull Dark, No StarsSalem's Lot Read onlineSalem's LotBag of Bones Read onlineBag of BonesDesperation Read onlineDesperationEnd of Watch Read onlineEnd of WatchWolves of the Calla Read onlineWolves of the CallaMr. Mercedes Read onlineMr. MercedesBilly Summers Read onlineBilly SummersRose Madder Read onlineRose MadderLater Read onlineLaterGunslinger Read onlineGunslingerThe Langoliers Read onlineThe LangoliersJoyland Read onlineJoylandIf It Bleeds Read onlineIf It BleedsApt Pupil (Scribner Edition) Read onlineApt Pupil (Scribner Edition)Flight or Fright Read onlineFlight or FrightEverything's Eventual: 14 Dark Tales Read onlineEverything's Eventual: 14 Dark TalesNight Shift Read onlineNight ShiftThe Dark Half Read onlineThe Dark HalfOn Writing Read onlineOn WritingThe Institute Read onlineThe InstituteA Death Read onlineA DeathThe Man in the Black Suit : 4 Dark Tales Read onlineThe Man in the Black Suit : 4 Dark TalesBullet Read onlineBulletThe Dark Tower tdt-7 Read onlineThe Dark Tower tdt-7Chiral Mad 3 Read onlineChiral Mad 3Big Driver Read onlineBig DriverStephen King: The Green Mile Read onlineStephen King: The Green MileDolan's Cadillac nad-1 Read onlineDolan's Cadillac nad-1Head Down nad-22 Read onlineHead Down nad-22The Doctor's Case Read onlineThe Doctor's CaseLuckey Quarter Read onlineLuckey QuarterRage (richard bachman) Read onlineRage (richard bachman)Black House js-2 Read onlineBlack House js-2The Wind Through the Keyhole (Dark Tower) Read onlineThe Wind Through the Keyhole (Dark Tower)Duma Key: A Novel Read onlineDuma Key: A NovelDark Tower V, The Read onlineDark Tower V, TheCycle of the Werewolf Read onlineCycle of the WerewolfAUTOPSY ROOM FOUR Read onlineAUTOPSY ROOM FOURDark Tower VII, The (v. 7) Read onlineDark Tower VII, The (v. 7)Gramma Read onlineGrammaSuffer the Little Children Read onlineSuffer the Little ChildrenChinga Read onlineChingaWord Processor of the Gods Read onlineWord Processor of the GodsLisey’sStory Read onlineLisey’sStoryDark Tower V (Prologue) Read onlineDark Tower V (Prologue)The Stand (Original Edition) Read onlineThe Stand (Original Edition)Rainy Season nad-13 Read onlineRainy Season nad-13Transgressions Read onlineTransgressionsThe Plant Read onlineThe PlantUnder the Dome: A Novel Read onlineUnder the Dome: A NovelThe Dark Tower II: The Drawing of the Three Read onlineThe Dark Tower II: The Drawing of the ThreeThe End of the Whole Mess: Read onlineThe End of the Whole Mess:Ur Read onlineUrThe Body Read onlineThe BodyUncollected Stories 2003 Read onlineUncollected Stories 2003Chattery Teeth Read onlineChattery TeethThe Mouse on the Mile Read onlineThe Mouse on the MileThe Cat from Hell Read onlineThe Cat from HellThe Drawing of the Three [The Dark Tower II] Read onlineThe Drawing of the Three [The Dark Tower II]Cell: A Novel Read onlineCell: A NovelUncle Otto's Truck Read onlineUncle Otto's TruckSong of Susannah dt-6 Read onlineSong of Susannah dt-6The Dark Tower VII Read onlineThe Dark Tower VIIHead Down Read onlineHead DownSneakers Read onlineSneakersCrouch End Read onlineCrouch EndOutsider Read onlineOutsiderEnd of Watch: A Novel (The Bill Hodges Trilogy Book 3) Read onlineEnd of Watch: A Novel (The Bill Hodges Trilogy Book 3)Revival: A Novel Read onlineRevival: A NovelEverything's Eventual skssc-4 Read onlineEverything's Eventual skssc-4The Colorado Kid Read onlineThe Colorado KidSleeping Beauties: A Novel Read onlineSleeping Beauties: A NovelThe Dark Tower IV Wizard and Glass Read onlineThe Dark Tower IV Wizard and GlassA Book of Horrors Read onlineA Book of HorrorsFour Past Midnight - 3 - Secret Window, Secret Garden Read onlineFour Past Midnight - 3 - Secret Window, Secret GardenThe House on Maple Street Read onlineThe House on Maple StreetSometimes They Come Back Read onlineSometimes They Come BackBlockade Billy Read onlineBlockade BillyCrouch End nad-17 Read onlineCrouch End nad-17Lunch at the Gotham Cafe Read onlineLunch at the Gotham CafeThe Waste Lands dt-3 Read onlineThe Waste Lands dt-3Six Stories Read onlineSix StoriesA Face in the Crowd Read onlineA Face in the CrowdCase Read onlineCaseFour Past Midnight - 2 - The Langoliers Read onlineFour Past Midnight - 2 - The LangoliersUmney's last case nad-21 Read onlineUmney's last case nad-21Survivor Type Read onlineSurvivor TypeGuns (Kindle Single) Read onlineGuns (Kindle Single)You Know They Got a Hell of a Band Read onlineYou Know They Got a Hell of a BandThe Jaunt Read onlineThe JauntIn A Half World Of Terror Read onlineIn A Half World Of TerrorGwendy's Button Box Read onlineGwendy's Button BoxStorm of the Century Read onlineStorm of the CenturyThe Jaunt. Travel Read onlineThe Jaunt. TravelRoadwork Read onlineRoadworkDarktower 1 - The Gunslinger Read onlineDarktower 1 - The GunslingerFaithful Read onlineFaithfulThe Regulators Read onlineThe RegulatorsA Bedroom in the Wee Hours of the Morning Read onlineA Bedroom in the Wee Hours of the MorningGraveyard Shift Read onlineGraveyard ShiftThe Monkey Read onlineThe MonkeyChildren of the Corn Read onlineChildren of the CornThe Reploids Read onlineThe Reploids1922 Read online1922Darktower 2 - The Drawing of the Three Read onlineDarktower 2 - The Drawing of the ThreeWizard and Glass dt-4 Read onlineWizard and Glass dt-4Riding The Bullet Read onlineRiding The BulletWolves of the Calla dt-5 Read onlineWolves of the Calla dt-5L.T.'S Theory Of Pets Read onlineL.T.'S Theory Of PetsThe Langoliers fpm-1 Read onlineThe Langoliers fpm-1The Two Dead Girls Read onlineThe Two Dead GirlsThe Blue Air Compressor Read onlineThe Blue Air CompressorEverything's Eventual Read onlineEverything's EventualYou, Human: An Anthology of Dark Science Fiction Read onlineYou, Human: An Anthology of Dark Science FictionThe Night of The Tiger Read onlineThe Night of The TigerThe Regulators (richard bachman) Read onlineThe Regulators (richard bachman)Elevation Read onlineElevationThe Road Virus Heads North Read onlineThe Road Virus Heads NorthGood Marriage Read onlineGood MarriageFour Past Midnight - 5 - The Library Policeman Read onlineFour Past Midnight - 5 - The Library PolicemanGrey Matter Read onlineGrey MatterHerman Wouk Is Still Alive Read onlineHerman Wouk Is Still AliveIn the Tall Grass Read onlineIn the Tall GrassSix Scary Stories Read onlineSix Scary StoriesForeward Read onlineForewardThe Crate Read onlineThe CrateThe wind through the keyhole adt-8 Read onlineThe wind through the keyhole adt-8King, Stephen - Battleground Read onlineKing, Stephen - BattlegroundThe Wedding Gig Read onlineThe Wedding Gig11/22/63: A Novel Read online11/22/63: A NovelThe Long Walk Read onlineThe Long Walk