Bag of Bones Page #3

Can you write your next novel

on this ridiculous schedule?

I can do it, Marty.

Attaboy, Mike.

Well, you get clickety cranking

on your next Noonan blockbuster,

and I'm going to get

to gouging these guys

for every penny they have,

for breaking your balls

and making you rush

your next novel like this.

Okay, Marty, that sounds good.

All right.

Oh, and do me a favor, will ya?

Yeah?

Take it easy on the drinking, will ya?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

[Phone beeps]

[Sighs]

[Breathes deeply]

You're not disappointed in me?

Hmm?

Once for "yes,"

twice for "no."

Hmm?

Last night I dreamt I went

to Dark Score Lake again.

[Heart beating]

[Shrill screaming]

[Distant child crying]

[Distant screaming]

[Phone ringing]

Oh?

[Sighs]

Yeah?

Mr. Noonan.

Yeah?

My name is Bill Dean,

from down on Dark Score Lake.

I was helping your wife

renovate the property

you inherited a couple years back?

Okay.

The local kids are getting

Wilder and Wilder every year.

A bunch of them snuck

into your house the other night.

At least the only thing

I can think of happening.

Why?

Why is that?

Well, it's the windows.

They're all broken

from the inside out.

Now I just wanted to make sure

you'll approve the expenses

of getting them fixed.

This goes a little beyond

the normal caretaking

your wife hired me for.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.

Well, do whatever it takes.

Of course.

Um, listen, Mr. Dean,

how is the lake house?

I mean, apart from the windows,

of course.

She's fine.

How come?

Oh, I was just thinking

of maybe getting away

for a while, that's all.

You... you want me to get

it ready for an extended stay?

Yes.

Yes, let's... let's...

Let's do that, Bill.

That would be great.

I appreciate it.

Thank you.

She'll be ready for you,

Mr. Noonan.

I think it's a good idea,

don't you, Jo?

Once for "yes,"

twice for "no."

All right, let's go.

[Groans]

Oh.

[Sighs]

[Telephone rings once]

"Now arriving at Dark Score Lake."

[Turns radio off]

[Sighs]

Wake up, Jo.

[Foreboding music]

[crickets chirping]

Last night I dreamt I went

to Dark Score Lake again.

[Door slams]

Hello?

Mr. Noonan.

Bill Dean.

Oh, good evening, Bill.

Yeah, please call me Mike.

I didn't mean to scare you.

I just thought you'd like

someone here to greet you

when you arrived.

Oh, thanks very much.

I appreciate it.

You look just like your

granddad, Harold.

I do?

Yup.

Can I help you with your luggage?

Yeah, sure, sure.

I don't have much, but thank you.

[Eerie music]

yeah, just put that over there, Bill.

Thanks.

Oh, Jo really did a lot of work

to the place, didn't she?

Yeah, she sure did.

[Chuckles]

Bunter.

Jo named him.

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