The Devil's Touch by William W. Johnstone

Author:William W. Johnstone
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Occult, Undead, Devil, Horror, Fiction - Horror, Demons, Fiction, Coven, Cult, Satan, Modern & contemporary fiction (post c 1945), General & Literary Fiction, Religious Horror, Genre Fiction, Horror - General
ISBN: 9780786010028
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
Published: 1999-08-01T10:52:02.044000+00:00

FIVE

Sam cleared his head for a time—something cleared it—and drove past his house, intending to take Desiree in to meet Nydia. But his wife's car was still gone. For a reason the young man could not fathom, that irritated him, rubbed his ability to reason down to raw nerve ends. He ground his teeth together and silently swore. He was conscious of Desiree looking at him, a curious look in her eyes.

The young woman proved her astuteness when she said, "Sam, if you and your wife are having troubles of some sort, being with me is the last thing you need at this time."

Sam went on the defensive—with a little unknown help. "What I do, Desiree, is my business. Besides, there are—certain things you don't know; no way you could know about them. Perhaps this is the time to—" He went blank. He could not remember what he was about to say. He blinked, then met her gaze. "What was I just saying?"

She returned the blink and added a smile. "It was nothing, Sam. Don't worry about it."

"O.K. Let's drive a bit more."

"I am with you, Sam."

They began circling the town, the anger steadily growing in Sam. She just dumped the boy and took off, he thought. She knew where I was going; I told her that last night after going to bed. But she chooses not to tell me a goddamn thing. Hell with her.

"Perhaps she is with her lover," a voice whispered in Sam's brain.

Yeah, Sam thought. Maybe.

"Perhaps she is searching for the ultimate orgasm. Didn't she once tell you that she liked a teeny bit of pain mixed in with her pleasures?"

Did Nydia say that? Sam pondered. Yeah, I guess she did. But he couldn't remember when.

"Jon Le Moyne would certainly give her just a teeny bit of pain with the pleasure."

The voice faded.

There was that name again. It was coming up with too much frequency not to have some truth behind it.

He looked to his right at an intersection and stomped on the brakes so hard the rear tires sang against the pavement.

"Sam!" Desiree protested. "What is it? What's wrong?" She fell back against the seat.

Sam expelled a long breath. He looked at Desiree. "I guess the stories are true after all. That just about confirms it in my mind. That's my wife's car parked right over there, on the left side of the street."

"All right. So she's visiting a friend. What is so wrong about that?"

"That friend is a high school student. A junior, I think." How did I know that? "A boy. But a young boy so well-equipped in the manhood department a lot of * women in this community would give anything to bed him down—so the stories go. I've heard stories, rumors, gossip, about my wife and Jon Le Moyne. Lot of stories." But he could not recall the source of a single story. That thought quickly left him. It was replaced just as quickly by hot anger and a feeling for revenge.

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