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usea； and nearly fell。 He grabbed at the banister to steady himself。 He leaned on the wrong arm； and hot pain flared in his wounded shoulder。 Letting go of the railing； he lost his balance and tumbled down the last flight； hitting the bottom hard。
He was in worse shape than he had thought。
Clutching the Uzi； he got to his feet and staggered to the back door； onto the porch； down the steps； into the yard。 The cold rain cleared his fuzzy head； and he stood for a moment on the lawn； letting the storm wash some of the dizziness out of him。
An image of Einstein's broken； bloody body flashed through his mind。 He thought of the amusing messages that would never be formed on the pantry floor； and he thought of Christmases to e without Einstein padding around in his Santa cap； and he thought of love that would never be given or received； and he thought of all the genius puppies who would never be born； and the weight of all that loss nearly crushed him into the ground。
He used his grief to sharpen his rage； honed his fury until it had a razored edge。
Then he went to the barn。
The place swarmed with shadows。 He stood at the open door； letting the rain beat on his head and back； peering into the barn； squinting at the layered gloom； hoping to spot the yellow eyes。
Nothing。
He went through the door； bold with rage； and sidled to the light switches on the north wall。 Even when the lights came on； he could not see The Outsider。
Fighting off dizziness； clenching his teeth in pain； he moved past the empty space where the truck belonged； past the back of the Toyota； slowly along the side of the car。
The loft。
He would be moving out from under the loft in a couple of steps。 If the thing was up there； it could leap down on him… That speculation proved a dead end； for The Outsider was at the back of the barn； beyond the front end of the Toyota； crouched on the concrete floor； whimpering and hugging itself with both long； powerful arms。 The floor around it was smeared with its blood。
He stood beside the car for almost a minute； fifteen feet from the creature； Studying it with disgust； fear； horror； and a weird fascination。 He believed he could see the body structure of an ape； maybe a baboon…something in the simian family； anyway。 But it was neither mostly one species nor merely a patchwork of the recognizable parts of many animals。 It was； instead； a thing unto itself。 With its oversized and lumpish face； immense yellow eyes；
steam…shovel jaw； and long curved teeth； with its hunched back and matted coat and too…long arms； it attained a frightful individuality。
it was staring at him； waiting。
He took two steps forward； bringing up the gun。
Lifting its head； working its jaws； it issued a raspy； cracked； slurred； but still intelligible word that he could hear even above the sounds of the storm：
〃Hurt。〃
Travis was more horrified than amazed。 The creature had not been designed to be capable of speech； yet it had the intelligence to learn language and to desire munication。 Evidently； during the months it pursued Einstein； that desire had grown great enough to allow it to conquer； to some extent； its physical limitations。 It had practiced speech； finding ways to wring a few tortured words from its fibrous voice box and malformed mouth。 Travis was horrified not at the sight of a demon speaking but at the thought of how desperately the thing must have wanted to municate with someone； anyone。 He did not want to pity it； did not dare pity it； because he wanted to feel good about blowing it off the face of the earth。
〃e far。 Now done；〃 it said with tremendous effort； as if each word had to be torn from its throat。
Its eyes were too alien ever to inspire empathy； and every limb was unmistakably an instrument of murder。
Unwrapping one long arm from around its body； it picked up something that had been on the floor beside it but that Travis had not noticed until now：
one of the Mickey Mouse tapes Einstein had gotten for Christmas。 The famous mouse was pictured on the cassette holder； wearing the same outfit he always wore； smiling that familiar smile； waving。
〃Mickey；〃 The Outsider said； and as wretched and strange and barely intelligible as its voice was； it somehow conveyed a sense of terrible loss and loneliness。 〃Mickey。〃
Then it dropped the cassette and clutched itself and rocked back and forth in agony。
Travis took another step forward。
The Outsider's hideous face was so repulsive that there was almost something exquisite about it。 In its unique ugliness； it was darkly； strangely seductive。
This time； when the thunder crashed； the barn lights flickered and nearly went out。
Raising its head again； speaking in that same scratchy voice but with cold； insane glee； it said； 〃Kill dog； kill dog； kill dog；〃 and it made a sound that might have been laughter。
He almost shot it to pieces。 But before he could pull the trigger； The Outsider's laughter gave way to what seemed to be sobbing。 Travis watched；' mesmerized。
Fixing Travis with its lantern eyes； it again said； 〃Kill dog； kill dog； kill dog；〃 but this time it seemed racked with grief； as if it grasped the magnitude of the crime that it had been genetically pelled to mit。
It looked at the cartoon of Mickey Mouse on the cassette holder。
Finally； pleadingly； it said； 〃Kill me。〃
Travis did not know if he was acting more out of rage or out of pity when he squeezed the trigger and emptied the Uzi's magazine into The Outsider。 What man had begun； man now ended。
When he was done； he felt drained。
He dropped the carbine and walked outside。 He could not find the strength to return to the house。 He sat down on the lawn； huddled in the rain； and wept。
He was still weeping when Jim Keene drove up the muddy lane from the Coast Highway。
ELEVEN
1
On Thursday afternoon； January 13； Lem Johnson left Cliff Soames and three other men at the foot of the dirt lane； where it met the Pacific Coast Highway。 Their instructions were to allow no one past them but to remain on station until…and if…Lem called for them。
Cliff Soames seemed to think this was a strange way to handle things； but he did not voice his objections。
Lem explained that； since Travis Cornell was an ex…Delta man with considerable bat skills； he ought to be handled with care。 〃If we go storming in there； he'll know who we are as soon as he sees us ing； and he might react violently。 If I go in alone； I'll be able to get him to talk to me； and maybe I can persuade him to just give it up。〃
That was a flimsy explanation for his unorthodox procedure； and it did not wipe the frown off Cliff's face。
Lem didn't care about Cliff's frown。 He went in alone； driving one of the sedans； and parked in front of the bleached…wood house。
Birds were singing in the trees。 Winter had temporarily relaxed its hold on the northern California coast； and the day was warm。
Lem climbed the steps and knocked on the front door。
Travis Cornell answered the knock and stared at him through the screen door before saying； 〃Mr。 Johnson； I suppose。〃
〃How did you。 。 。 oh yes； of course； Garrison Dilworth would have told you about me that night he got his call throu