Chapters (65)
- Cover
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
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“We can’t do that,” Kelly replied. “He’s the only reason you guys aren’t storming this barn right now.”
“That’s not true,” Lucy said. “You’re right. Hell Night hasn’t happened. Whatever you’ve done, you definitely seem to have stopped it. We might be willing to walk away, like you want, but we need our colleague released to us before we can make that decision.”
“Nonsense,” Kelly called back cheerily. “You can decide that right now. You get in your car and drive away. We get in our car and do the same. We let Woodbury go when we have all our friends back. We drop him right at the town boundary.”
“We can’t negotiate like that, Kelly. It’s not how we do things.”
“Oh, Lucy, have you ever really tried?”
There were footsteps now. Lucy stepped into the full beams of the cruisers and walked forward with her hands up. The snow danced crazily in those lights.
“That’s far enough,” Milo said.
Lucy nodded, and took a few more steps before stopping. She wasn’t wearing her demon face anymore. “I just want to talk,” she said. “I just want to sort this out, the same as you. I don’t want either of you getting hurt. I don’t want Woodbury to get hurt, or Ortmann. And I certainly don’t want me to get hurt. That’s my number-one priority, right there. But you’ve got to understand my position. I can’t make any kind of deal with you, no matter how informal, when you have a gun to my friend’s head.”
“We do understand that,” said Kelly, “honest we do. But you have to understand that we can’t exactly trust you.”
“I’ve never lied to you.”
“Your honesty is admirable, Lucy, but let’s not forget that the Desolation Hill Police Department has been facilitating child murder since long before you were born. You’ve looked the other way your entire life. Everyone in that uniform has. Everyone in this town has.”
“We did what needed to be done.”
“That’s a terrible excuse.”
“I know,” said Lucy. “I know it is. But you’ve changed all that. Naberius didn’t get his sacrifice. We don’t know what that means. Do you?”
“We do not.”
“It might mean it’s over,” Lucy said. “If that’s the case, you’ve helped this town break free. No one’s going to want to thank you for that – no one except the kids. And me. Kelly, I give you my word that no harm will come to you if you release Woodbury. I don’t give you my word as a police officer – I know that doesn’t mean anything to you. I give you my word as a human being.”
“You’re a demon, Lucy.”
“Only sometimes.”