Passing Strange by Daniel Waters

Author:Daniel Waters [Waters, Daniel]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: ePub Bud (www.epubbud.com)
Published: 2012-05-19T01:58:37+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

SHE DIDN’T REACT THE WAY he wanted her to.

Pete shook his head. “I can’t even believe I’m hearing this,” he said. “Here we are on game day, and you want to back out.”

“I want you to back out, Pete,” she said. The way she was looking at him was doing something to his insides.

He didn’t like girls who said no. Scarypants had said no to him, and the more he thought about it, the madder he got.

“Why? Nothing’s going to happen. She’ll die and I’ll make FrankenAdam look guilty. No one is going to believe him. Look how quickly everyone swallowed the Guttridge ‘murder.’ Everyone wants to believe that the zombies are guilty.”

“I’m still afraid she’ll come back, Pete. What if she does and she identifies you? Did you think about that?”

“I hope she does come back. Then I could kill her twice.”

“Pete, I’m serious.”

“So am I,” Pete told her. “And I’m going to make it so she can’t come back, trust me.”

She stared back at him, and for the first time since they’d met, Pete thought she looked scared.

“Christie,” he said. “Are you in or are you out? Because I can stop the car right here, kiss you good-bye, and call it a day.”

“Could you, Pete?” she said. “Kiss me good-bye?”

He looked away, fingers drumming on the wheel. He could and would if he had to. But he didn’t want to, so he stayed quiet.

Christie let his non-answer slide. “What about Reverend Mathers?” she said. “Does he know you’re doing this?”

“He’ll appreciate my initiative.”

Pete’s cell phone rang. He glanced at the number and answered, winking at her.

“You’re sure? Okay. Okay.”

He hung up. “It’s time, Christie. They’re all alone.”

“How do you…”

He lifted his hand. “Ah. Let me instruct you. Every Friday night, Morticia’s…”

“Morticia?”

He grinned. “Yeah, Morticia Scarypants. That’s what we call her.”

“Great.”

He continued, ignoring her sarcasm. “Every Friday night her parents go out to dinner and a movie. Clockwork. Mr. and Mrs. Typical America. And every Friday night Morticia curls up on the couch with her annoying yap dog and her corpse, and watches a movie from Netflix. Every week.”

“You’ve barely even been in town a month,” Christie said.

“Doesn’t matter. T.C. just followed her parents over to Winford Landing. He didn’t get close enough to see what tickets they bought, but he did see Mr. Scarypants pony up for the megatub of popcorn. I figure we’ve got about an hour and a half,” he said. “Plenty of time.”

She shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest like the petals of a flower at nighttime.

“Listen to me for a second,” he said. “I want you to do this with me. All you have to do is drive the car. You don’t have to go in the house, or do the deed, or any of that. I’ll take care of it. I just want you to drive.”

“Oh, God…”

“I’ll be quick. Very quick.”

“How? He’s going to try and stop you, you know. It isn’t like…”

Pete laughed. “He won’t even know.”

“What do you mean, he won’t know?”

“Every night, at eight thirty, she walks the dog.

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