Allie knew what she had to do. Without wasting an instant, she took Danny’s soul and thrust him forward, plunging him back into his own lifeless body.

The effect was instantaneous. The moment Danny was plunged back into himself, his body heaved, and he coughed up an explosion of water. The dead boy came back to life.

Allie’s scream of joy and relief could only be matched by his mother’s. She tried to grab him, but Chainsaw held her back with a strong arm. “Give him time.”

Chainsaw rolled him over on his side, and Danny coughed up more water, as if he had the entire pool in his lungs. He coughed, coughed some more, then his eyes opened. His mother took him into her arms against Chainsaw’s warnings.

“I’m tired, Mom.”

But that was okay. It was all right for him to be tired now. Chainsaw went over to Curtis, shaking him, screaming at him in fury for what he had done, but Curtis’s mind was entirely gone. He would be the victim of all this, but Allie could not save him. She had saved Danny; she couldn’t save everyone.

She turned to Milos, who was surprised, and maybe a little impressed, by what she had done for Danny.

“Always the good Somalian,” he said.

“That’s ‘good Samaritan.’”

“Why does it matter?” Then he held out his hand to her. “Now we go.”

Allie didn’t move. “Do you think I would ever come with you after what you just did?”

“You gave me your word.”

“Then call me a liar.”

Milos signaled to Squirrel who began to circle behind her. “I do not wish to take you by force,” Milos said, “but if I have to, I will.”

“You’ll have to catch me first.”

Allie ran, while behind her Mrs. Rozelli said a quiet, thankful prayer as she carried her little boy into their home, and the deadspot at the bottom of the pool faded away into nothing.

CHAPTER 35
Allie-Allie-Oxen-Free

The Union Avenue Bridge was narrow, always crowded, and nowhere near as efficient as the two interstate bridges that carried the bulk of the city’s traffic over the Mississippi into Arkansas. It was the oldest bridge in Memphis, first built for the transcontinental railroad, but it had been modified years ago to add lanes for automobile traffic on either side of the train trestle.

Reports of its crumbling structure were occasionally seen on the inner pages of the Memphis Daily News, but there were always more immediate things for the living to worry about—like who killed the beauty queen, and who fathered the rock diva’s baby.

Still, the Union Avenue Bridge was an accident waiting to happen. Of course some accidents need to be helped along.