Phantoms

their breath.
    Then from within the locker came a groan of pain. A pitifully weak voice cried out for help. Rebounding from the cold concrete walls, carried on the spiraling thermals of air that escaped through the narrowly opened door, the voice was shaky, echo-distorted, yet recognizable.
    “ Bryce… Tal… ? Who’s out there? Frank? Gordy? Is somebody out there? Can… somebody… help me?”
    It was Jake Johnson.
    Bryce, Jenny, Tal, and Frank stood very still, listening.
    Copperfield said, “Whoever it is, he needs help badly.”
    “ Bryce… please… somebody …”
    “You know him?” Copperfield asked. “He’s calling your name—isn’t he, Sheriff?”
    Without waiting for an answer, the general ordered two of his men—Sergeant Harker and Private Pascalli—to look in the meat locker.
    “Wait!” Bryce said. “Nobody goes back there. We’re keeping these coolers between us and that locker until we know more.”
    “Sheriff, while I fully intend to cooperate with you as far as possible, you have no authority over my men or me.”
    “ Bryce… it’s me… Jake… For God’s sake, help me. I broke my damned leg .”
    “Jake?” Copperfield asked, squinting curiously at Bryce. “You mean that man in there is the same one you said was snatched away from here last night?”
    “ Somebody… help… Jesus, it’s c-cold… so c-c-cold .”
    “It sounds like him,” Bryce admitted.
    “Well, there you are!” Copperfield said. “Nothing mysterious about it, after all. He’s been right here all this time.”
    Bryce glared at the general. “I told you we searched everywhere last night. Even in the goddamned meat locker. He wasn’t there.”
    “Well, he is now,” the general said.
    “ Hey, out there! I’m c-cold. Can’t take m-m-move this… damned leg!”
    Jenny touched Bryce’s arm. “It’s wrong. It’s all wrong.”
    Copperfield said, “Sheriff, we can’t just stand here and allow an injured man to suffer.”
    “If Jake had really been in there all night,” Frank Autry said, “he would’ve frozen to death by now.”
    “Well, if it’s a meat locker,” Copperfield said, “then the air inside isn’t freezing. It’s just cold. If the man was warmly dressed he might easily have survived this long.”
    “But how’d he get in there in the first place?” Frank asked. “What the devil’s he been doing in there?”
    “And he wasn’t in there last night,” Tal said impatiently.
    Jake Johnson called for help again.
    “There’s danger here,” Bryce told Copperfield. “I sense it. My men sense it. Dr. Paige senses it.”
    “I don’t,” Copperfield said.
    “General, you just haven’t been in Snowfield long enough to understand that you’ve got to expect the utterly unexpected.”
    “Like moths the size of eagles?”
    Biting back his anger, Bryce said, “You haven’t been here long enough to understand that… well… nothing’s quite what it seems.”
    Copperfield studied him skeptically. “Don’t get mystical on me, Sheriff.”
    In the meat locker, Jake Johnson began to cry. His whim paring pleas were awful to hear. He sounded like a pain-racked, terrified old man. He didn’t sound the least bit dangerous.
    “We’ve got to help that man now ,” Copperfield said.
    “I’m not risking my men,” Bryce said. “Not yet.”
    Copperfield again ordered Sergeant Harker and Private Pascalli to look in the meat locker. Although it was obvious from his demeanor that he didn’t think there was much danger for men armed with submachine guns, he told them to proceed with caution. The general still believed the enemy was something as small as a bacterium or molecule of nerve gas.
    The two soldiers hurried along the rows of coolers toward the gate that led into the butcher’s work area.
    Frank said, “If Jake could open the door, why couldn’t he push it completely open and let us see him?”
    “He probably used up the last of his strength just getting the door unlatched,” Copperfield said. “You can hear it in his voice, for God’s sake. Utter exhaustion.”
    Harker and Pascalli went through the gate, behind the coolers.
    Bryce’s hand tightened on the butt of his holstered revolver.
    Tal Whitman said, “There’s too much wrong with this setup, damn it. If it’s really Jake, if he needs help, why did he wait until now to open the door?”
    “The only way we’ll find out is to ask him,” the general said.
    “No, I mean, there’s an outside entrance to that