Doctor Sleep

that Dan was still holding Abra’s stuffed rabbit, and held out his hand for it. Dan passed it over willingly enough, taking note of what Abra’s father held in his other hand: his BlackBerry.
    “What are you going to do with that?”
    Dave looked at the woods flowing by on both sides of the narrow-gauge tracks, then back at Dan. “As soon as we getto where there’s cell coverage, I’m going to call the Deanes’ house. If there’s no answer, I’m going to call the police. If there is an answer, and either Emma or her mother tells me that Abra’s gone, I’m going to call the police. Assuming they haven’t already.” His gaze was cool and measuring and far from friendly, but at least he was keeping his fear for his daughter—his terror, more likely—atbay, and Dan respected him for that. Also, it would make him easier to reason with.
    “I hold you responsible for this, Mr. Torrance. It was your plan. Your crazy plan.”
    No use pointing out that they had all signed on to the crazy plan. Or that he and John were almost as sick about Abra’s continued silence as her father. Basically, the man was right.
    You will remember what was forgotten .
    Wasthat another Overlook memory? Dan thought it was. But why now? Why here?
    “Dave, she’s almost certainly been taken.” That was John Dalton. He had moved up to the car just behind them. The last of the lowering sun came through the trees and flickered on his face. “If that’s the case and you tell the police, what do you think will happen to Abra?”
    God bless you, Dan thought. If I’d been the one to say it, I doubt if he would have listened. Because, at bottom, I’m the stranger who was conspiring with his daughter. He’ll never be completely convinced that I’m not the one who got her into this mess .
    “What else can we do?” Dave asked, and then his fragile calm broke. He began to weep, and held Abra’s stuffed rabbit to his face. “What am I going to tell my wife? That I was shooting peoplein Cloud Gap while some bogeyman was stealing our daughter?”
    “First things first,” Dan said. He didn’t think AA slogans like Let go and let God or Take it easy would fly with Abra’s dad right now. “You should call the Deanes when you get cell coverage. I think you’ll reach them, and they’ll be fine.”
    “You think this why?”
    “In my last communication with Abra, I told her to have her friend’smom call the police.”
    Dave blinked. “You really did? Or are you just saying that now to cover your ass?”
    “I really did. Abra started to answer. She said ‘I’m not,’ and then I lost her. I think she was going to tell me she wasn’t at the Deanes’ anymore.”
    “Is she alive?” Dave grasped Dan’s elbow with a hand that was dead cold. “Is my daughter still alive?”
    “I haven’t heard from her, but I’msure she is.”
    “Of course you’d say that,” Dave whispered. “CYA, right?”
    Dan bit back a retort. If they started squabbling, any thin chance of getting Abra back would become no chance.
    “It makes sense,” John said. Although he was still pale and his hands weren’t quite steady, he was using his calm bedside manner voice. “Dead, she’s no good to the one who’s left. The one who grabbed her. Alive,she’s a hostage. Also, they want her for . . . well . . .”
    “They want her for her essence,” Dan said. “The steam.”
    “Another thing,” John said. “What are you going to tell the cops about the men we killed? That they started cycling in and out of invisibility until they disappeared completely? And then we got rid of their . . . their leavings?”
    “I can’t believe I let you get me into this.” Davewas twisting the rabbit from side to side. Soon the old toy would split open and spill its stuffing. Dan wasn’t sure he could bear to see that.
    John said, “Listen, Dave. For your daughter’s sake, you have to clear your mind. She’s been in this ever since she saw that boy’s picture in the Shopper and tried to find out about him. As soon as the one Abra calls the hat woman was aware of her, shealmost had to come after her. I don’t know about steam, and I know very little about what Dan calls the shining, but I know people like the ones we’re dealing with don’t leave witnesses. And when it comes to the Iowa boy, that’s what your daughter was.”
    “Call the Deanes but keep it light,” Dan said.
    “Light? Light? ” He looked like a man trying out a word in