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  1. DEDICATION
  2. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
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He drove home slowly and carefully, though the anticipated drunks did not materialize. There were very few cars on the road, in fact, and most of the houses they passed as they drove through town were dark. He looked at the clock on the dash. Nine-thirty. That was strange. People were usually up and about later than this on an ordinary Friday, not to mention a holiday. It was like driving through a ghost town, he thought. And even though Trish and Billy were with him in the car, he felt a slight tingle of fear.

Willis was changing.

There was no mail on either Saturday or Sunday, and when Doug went to the store on Monday and saw the mailman unloading one of the mailboxes, he was gratified to see that he looked paler than usual, and thinner, if that was possible. Maybe he’s sick, Doug thought. Maybe he’s sick and going to die.

But that was just wishful thinking. It wouldn’t happen.

As always, the mailman smiled and waved at him as he drove past.

26

Billy rode wildly through the brush, thick BMX tires rolling over weeds and rocks, plowing through thin bushes. He and Lane had both signed up weeks ago for the motocross competition, and while he had always planned on winning, it was now a necessity rather than a desire. He didn’t really care at this point whether or not he came in first—he just wanted to beat Lane. To beat him bad.

He spun around a large boulder, taking the turn as sharp as he dared without slowing. He and Lane were about equal in skill and experience, and he knew it was going to take a lot of practice and dedication to beat his ex-friend.

But he was going to beat him.

He was going to make him eat dirt.

Billy had not been planning to ride anywhere in particular, but he found himself heading down the hill toward the archaeological site. He hadn’t been down here since he and Lane had had their falling out, not because he hadn’t wanted to, but because Lane had always done most of the talking for the two of them and he felt a little nervous going to the dig by himself.

Today, however, he found himself speeding down the hill toward the narrow valley. Ahead was a small natural ditch carved by runoff, and he yanked up on his handlebars, jumping it. The bike wobbled on the hard landing, but he maintained his pace and balance, pedaling furiously.

The ground leveled off, and he slowed as he approached the site, not wanting to startle anyone. When he reached the trees on the perimeter of the dig, he hopped off his bike and walked it the rest of the way.

But there was no one there.

The site was deserted.