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The men sized up the big man. “You the pawnbroker?”
“My father,” said Fet. “What sort of trouble are you seeing?”
“Trying to get a handle on these freaks rioting in the city. Agitators and opportunists. Taking advantage of a bad situation, making it worse.”
“You sound like cops,” said Fet.
“If you’re thinking about leaving town,” said another one, avoiding the topic, “you should go now. Bridges are stacked up, tunnels jammed. Place is going to shit.”
Another said, “You should think about getting out here and helping us. Do something about this.”
Fet said, “I’ll think about it.”
“Let’s go!” called the driver of the SUV idling in the street.
“Good luck,” said one of the men, with a scowl. “You’ll need it.”
Nora watched them go, then locked the door. She stepped back into the shadows. “They’re gone,” she said.
Ephraim Goodweather, who had been watching from the side, emerged. “Fools,” he said.
“Cops,” said Fet, watching them round the street corner.
“How do you know?” asked Nora.
“You can always tell.”
“Good thing you stayed out of sight,” Nora said to Eph.
Eph nodded. “Why no badges?”
Fet said, “Probably got off shift and huddled up at happy hour, decided this wasn’t how they were going to let their city go out. Wives all packed up for Jersey, they’ve got nothing to do now but bang some heads. Cops feel they run the place. And they’re not half wrong. Street-gang mentality. It’s their turf and they’ll fight for it.”
“When you think about it,” said Eph, “they’re really not that much different than us right now.”
Nora said, “Except that they’re carrying lead when they should be wielding silver.” She slipped her hand into Eph’s. “I wish we could have warned them.”
“Trying to warn people is how I got to be a fugitive in the first place,” said Eph.
Eph and Nora were the first to board the dead plane after SWAT team members discovered the apparently dead passengers. The realization that the bodies weren’t decomposing naturally, coupled with the disappearance of the coffin-like cabinet during the solar occultation, had helped convince Eph that they were facing an epidemiological crisis which could not be explained by normal medical and scientific means. The grudging realization opened him up to the revelations of the pawnbroker, Setrakian, and the terrible truth behind the plague. His desperation to warn the world of the true nature of the disease—the vampiric virus moving insidiously through the city and out into the boroughs—led to a break with the CDC, which then tried to silence him with a trumped-up charge of murder. He had been a fugitive ever since.
He looked to Fet. “Car packed?”
“Ready to go.”
Eph squeezed Nora’s hand. She did not want to let him go.
Setrakian’s voice came down the spiral stairs in back of the showroom. “Vasiliy? Ephraim! Nora!”
“Down here, professor,” replied Nora.
“Someone approaches,” he said.
“No, we just got rid of them. Vigilantes. Well-armed ones.”
“I don’t mean someone human,” said Setrakian. “And I cannot find young Zack.”
Zack’s bedroom door banged open, and he turned. His dad blew in, looking like he expected a fight. “Jeez, Dad,” said Zack, sitting up in his sleeping bag.
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