Blood Red

He looked over at Maggie. “Do you know him very well, Maggie?”

“Not very well at all.” Her voice was tiny and hurt.

“Well, we figured we had to give it a try. Saw you go by his place last night.”

Maggie looked up at Boyd and studied him very carefully. He looked back with the same intensity. Ben couldn’t decide who to stare at, and it seemed Holdstedter was in the same boat.

“You might want to look into him.” That was all she said before she went to her apartment.

The two detectives stared at Ben after she had vanished from sight.

“Was it something we said?” Holdstedter was looking perplexed and tired.

“She’s having a bad day.”

“Sympathies on that. If you think of anything, please let us know, okay?”

“Will do.”

“Ben?”

“Yeah?” He looked back at Boyd.

“She’s someone special to you?”

“Yeah. Sort of.”

“Watch out for her. She looks like she could use a vacation.”

He nodded and waved as the two cops walked off.

IV

Black Stone Bay was at odds with itself. There were a lot of parents who actually paid enough attention to consider keeping their children inside on Halloween.

There were people who had vanished of late, a lot of them, and the fire at the fraternity house was another thing to consider. There had been no talk of arson, but there had been rumors spreading in only one day. There were people talking about Satanism and cults, orgies (which was partially true), and human sacrifices. Naturally any fraternity that had a reputationas blackened as the Phi Chi house must surely have been up to something bad.

People look for excuses sometimes.

Still, it was Halloween. Despite the fears or even because they added a certain thrill to the day, no one decided to keep their children locked away. There were several groups planning on taking the children around town and keeping them safe.

Throughout the town, the stores made sure they were properly decked out, and the run on pumpkins continued. School let out and the children did what they do every year and ran home to spend the next hour making sure they looked just so in whatever they had to wear.

Kelli Entwhistle and her friends were in place by a quarter before five in the afternoon. There was no need to drive anywhere, because they’d been given the Cliff Walk homes to handle. The kids in the area were likely to get some exceedingly large amounts of candy, if the previous year was any example.

The other girls were dressed in baggier clothes, with their party outfits concealed or not worn at all. Erika had painted herself white and was going with the ghost motif; she had enough white clothes and wasn’t afraid to layer herself against the cold. Maria was done up as a witch and wore the same costume she’d have on later, with a shawl and black pants. Rita was dressed as a black cat, complete with painted nose and ears.

The kids were a little bit of everything. There was Sponge-Bob SquarePants, Superman, Spider-Man, a fairy princess, a homemade devil costume, and a ghost—who latched on to Erika like iron onto a magnet.

She checked off the names and kept her mouth shut when it came to reading Avery’s and Teddy’s off the list. What was supposed to be ten kids was actually seventeen. She didn’t mind.

Everyone had flashlights, and there were plenty of bags for goodies. By a quarter after five, they were ready to start knocking on doors.

V

Maggie woke up to the sound of someone knocking on her door. She didn’t want to get up, but it was very insistent knocking.

She opened the door, took one look at Ben and felt her mood lighten. He was painted up as a clown, complete with a psychedelic wig. His red nose flashed off and on, and the hobo pants were preposterous.

He was holding out a costume for her, too. She would have expected him to be offering her a fairy princess outfit with the way he looked at her sometimes, but no, it was a clown costume. This one sported baggy pants and oversized shoes. There was also a bright blue wig.

They stood silently for almost a minute before she finally stepped aside and let him in. “Why are you doing this?”

“You need to smile.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. No Maggie the student. No Maggie the vampire or anything else tonight. You get to be . . .” He read the label on the outfit “Chuckles the Clown.”

“Okay, so where are we supposed to go?”

“Bar hopping.”

“I don’t really do the bar scene, Ben.”

“Yeah, because, really, I’m there all day and every night, looking to get drunk and get laid.”

“I don’t know about this.”

“Just get dressed. You can worry about it later.”

She took the costume and walked back toward her room. “Fine, but I want the rainbow wig.”

“I dunno . . . that’s a pretty cool wig.”

“No rainbow wig, I stay home.”

“Rainbow wig it is.”

She was ready twenty minutes later, complete with enough pancake on her face to completely hide every feature she had except for her eyes.

They hit the first bar, O’Malley’s Irish Pub, at ten minutes until six.

VI