Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane

Author:Dennis Lehane
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3, pdf
Tags: Psychological fiction, United States marshals, Brainwashing, Fiction, Eugenics, Fiction - General, Massachusetts, Historical - General, Psychiatric hospital patients, Suspense fiction, Historical, Thrillers, Islands, Mystery & Detective - General, Mystery & Detective, American Mystery & Suspense Fiction, Fiction - Mystery, Detective, General, Psychological, Suspense, Drug testing
ISBN: 9780061703256
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2009-08-25T17:36:37.733000+00:00

“I’m dead too.”

“I know. I’m sorry about that.”

“You didn’t stop her.”

“What could I do? By the time I reached her, she’d already, you know...”

“Oh, boy.”

“What?”

“Here she comes again.”

And there was Rachel walking into the graveyard by the headstone Teddy had knocked over in the storm. She took her time. She was so beautiful, her hair wet and dripping from the rain, and she’d traded in the cleaver for an ax with a long handle and she dragged it beside her and said, “Teddy, come on. They’re mine.”

“I know. I can’t give them to you, though.”

“It’ll be different this time.”

“How ?”

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“I’m okay now. I know my responsibilities. I got my head right.”

Teddy wept. “I love you so much.”

“And I love you, baby. I do.” She came up and kissed him, really kissed him, her hands on his face and her tongue sliding over his and a low moan traveling up her throat and into his mouth as she kissed him harder and harder and he loved her so much.

“Now give me the girl,” she said.

He handed the girl to her and she held the girl in one arm and picked up the ax in the other and said, “I’ll be right back. Okay?” “Sure,” Teddy said.

He w.aved to the girl, knowing she didn’t understand. But it was for her own good. He knew that. You had to make tough decisions when you were an adult, decisions children couldn’t possibly understand. But you made them for the children. And Teddy kept waving, even though the girl wouldn’t wave back as her mother carried her toward the mausoleum and the little girl stared at Teddy, her eyes beyond hope for rescue, resigned to this world, this sacrifice, her mouth still smeared with peanut butter and jelly.

“OH, JESUS!” TEDDY sat up. He was crying. He felt he’d wrenched himself awake, tore his brain into consciousness just to get out of that dream. He could feel it back there in his brain, waiting, its doors wide open. All he had to do was close his eyes and tip his head back toward the pillow and he’d topple right back into it.

“How are you, Marshal?”

He blinked several times into the darkness. “Who’s there?”

Cawley turned on a small lamp. It stood beside his chair in the cor

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ner of the room. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.

Teddy sat up on the bed. “How long have I been here?” Cawley gave him a smil of apology. “The pills were a little stronger than I thought. You’ve been out for four hours.” “Shit.” Teddy rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.

“You were having nightmares, Marshal. Serious nightmares.” “I’m in a mental institution on an island in a hurricane,” Teddy said.

“Touch,” Cawley said. “I was here a month before I had a decent night’s sleep. Who’s Dolores?”

Teddy said, “What?” and swung his legs off the side of the bed.

“You kept saying her name.”

“My mouth is dry.”

Cawley nodded and turned his body in the chair, lifted a glass of water off the table beside him.

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