BooksBarbecue
Back The Trickster Save as PDF
Chapters (74)
  1. The Trickster
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Contents
  5. Preface to the 20th anniversary edition
  6. Introduction
  7. 1
  8. 2
  9. 3
  10. 4
  11. 5
  12. 6
  13. 7
  14. 8
  15. 9
  16. 10
  17. 11
  18. 12
  19. 13
  20. 14
  21. 15
  22. 16
  23. 17
  24. 18
  25. 19
  26. 20
  27. 21
  28. 22
  29. 23
  30. 24
  31. 25
  32. 26
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. 31
  38. 32
  39. 33
  40. 34
  41. 35
  42. 36
  43. 37
  44. 38
  45. 39
  46. 40
  47. 41
  48. 42
  49. 43
  50. 44
  51. 45
  52. 46
  53. 47
  54. 48
  55. 49
  56. 50
  57. 51
  58. 52
  59. 53
  60. 54
  61. 55
  62. 56
  63. 57
  64. 58
  65. 59
  66. 60
  67. 61
  68. 62
  69. Keep Reading
  70. FURNACE
  71. Acknowledgements
  72. About the Author
  73. ALSO BY THE AUTHOR
  74. About the Publisher

He waited for the creatures to crash away, fleeing in panic from this bold declaration of his presence, but his shout was muffled by the oppressive weight of the snow all around him and if they heard the cry it hadn’t unduly alarmed them. If, of course, there was a them. Somewhere in the back of his mind something dark was suggesting to Daniel Hawk that there might only be an it and if that was the case, it could move faster than anything on God’s earth should.

He was being ridiculous. The stupidity of his fears suddenly overwhelmed him and he laughed at what a ridiculous figure he must cut, standing shouting at animals in the middle of his own driveway. The grim day’s events had really got to him, and he thought again how much he needed to be at home, chilling out and calming down. He grabbed the light and waded ahead with a new sense of purpose. The man in him felt he should walk on without the flashlight, just to prove to himself he was being an asshole, but somehow the feeling that eyes were boring into his back stopped his fingers from pressing that black rubber off button. Murders made you jittery. That was all. He kept the yellow beam on the trail ahead, and continued the muscle-wrenching trek to the house.

It was alarming how quickly it all came back to him. The sneaking through the dark where no one could see you, the holding of your breath when you think you’ve been spotted, and above all, that overwhelming feeling of loneliness. Oh yes, that had come back to him very strongly indeed as he’d scaled Dave’s fence like a criminal and run low behind the cars until he reached the end of the street. And now, as he stood looking at the Silver Company pick-up, parked innocently and thankfully behind Marty’s Dodge Ram, Sam wondered what the hell he was doing. There had been a reason back then for all that hiding. Being caught just wasn’t an option. Did he really have to hide now? Why didn’t he just go up to those two cops outside his house and ask them to give him a ride up to Hawk’s house? And why in God’s name hadn’t he woken Katie to tell her he was going to speak to him? Because she would have told him not be crazy, that’s why. Well maybe he was crazy, but he needed to speak to Daniel and he felt he needed to do it quickly.