Alex Kava Bundle - Alex Kava [150]
“If it’s not evidence, what’s the problem?” she asked.
“I just called the rectory and talked to the cook. Father Keller is gone and so is Ray Howard.”
CHAPTER 100
As soon as they got off the elevator Timmy noticed the sign that read Restricted Area—Hospital Personnel Only. Father Keller didn’t seem to notice the sign. He walked down the hallway without even hesitating, as if he had been down here many times before.
Timmy tried to keep up, although his ankle still hurt. It almost hurt more after the doctor wrapped it in all that elastic stuff, so tight Timmy was sure it was adding more bruises.
Father Keller glanced down at him, only now noticing the limp.
“What happened to your leg?”
“I guess I sprained my ankle last night in the woods.”
Timmy didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to remember. Every time he remembered, that terrible knot returned inside his stomach. Without much prompting, he knew the shivers would start again.
“You’ve been through quite a lot, huh?” The priest stopped, patted Timmy on the head. “You want to talk about it?”
“No, not really,” Timmy said without looking up. Instead, he stared at his own brand-new Nikes. Air Nikes, the cool expensive kind. Uncle Nick had given them to him this morning.
Father Keller didn’t insist, didn’t ask more questions like the rest of the adults. Timmy was getting tired of all the questions. Everybody—Deputy Hal, the reporters, the doctor, Uncle Nick, Grandpa—everybody wanted to know about the little room, the stranger, his escape. He just didn’t want to think about it anymore.
Father Keller pushed open a door and flipped a light switch. The huge room grew bright as the lights flickered on, one at a time.
“Wow, this does look like on The X-Files,” Timmy said, running his fingers over the spotless counters, stainless steel just like the table in the center of the room. His eyes jumped around the assortment of odd equipment and tools neatly placed on trays. Then he noticed the drawers, lined up side by side in the opposite wall. “Is that…” He pointed. “Is that where they keep the dead people?”
“Yes, it is,” Father Keller said, but he seemed distracted. He carefully placed the duffel bag on the metal table.
“Is Father Francis in one of the drawers?” Timmy whispered, then felt stupid. After all, nobody could hear them.
“Yes, unless they have already picked up his body.”
“Picked up?”
“The mortuary may have already picked up Father Francis and taken him to the airport.”
“The airport?” Timmy was confused. He’d never heard of dead bodies traveling on planes.
“Yes, remember I told you I was taking Father Francis to his burial place?”
“Oh, okay.” Timmy scanned the countertops again, this time paying more attention. He came in for a closer look, tempted to touch but keeping his hands at his sides. Some of the tools were sharp, some long and narrow with teeth. One of them looked like a miniature chain saw. He’d never seen such odd tools before. He tried to imagine what each one did.
“I heard your father is back in town,” Father Keller said, standing stiff and still next to the table.
“Yeah, I’m hoping he’ll stay,” Timmy said with only half a glance at the priest. There were too many interesting vials, test tubes, even a microscope. Maybe he would ask for a microscope for his birthday.
“Really? You’d like your father to stay?”
“Yeah, I guess I would.”
“Wasn’t he mean to you?”
Timmy looked at Father Keller. The question surprised him, and he wondered what Father Keller meant, but the priest unzipped the duffel bag and was immediately preoccupied by its contents.
“How do you mean?” Timmy finally asked.
“Didn’t he hurt you?” Father Keller said without looking up. “Didn’t he do unpleasant things to you?”
Timmy wasn’t sure what unpleasant things were. He knew he wore that scrunched look on his face that automatically happened when he was confused. He could hear his mom saying, “Don’t look at me like that, or your face will stick that way.” He tried to wipe it away before Father Keller noticed, but the priest was busy digging in