The Lust Lizard of Melancholy Cove

five in the morning, Nailsworth. I need to find this woman now."
    The Spider sighed. "They open for breakfast at six. Do you want the address?"
    Burtonwas seething again. "Give it to me," he said through gritted teeth.
    The Spider gave him an address onCypress Street and said, "Try the Eggs-Sothoth,they're supposed to be great."
    "How would you know? You never leave the goddam office."
    "Ah, what fools these mortals be," the Spider said in a very bad British accent. "I know everything, Sheriff.Everything." Then he hung up.
    Burtontook a deep breath and checked his Rolex. He had enough time to make a little visit to Jim Beer's ranch house before the restaurant opened. The old shit kicker was probably already up and punching doggies, or whatever the fuck ranchers did at this hour. He certainly wasn't answering his phone.Burton climbed into the black Eldorado and roared across the rutted ranch road toward the gate by Theo's cabin.
    As he headed out to theCoast Highway to loop back to the front of the ranch (he'd be damned if he'd take his Caddy across two miles of cow trails), someone stepped into his headlights and he slammed on the brakes. The antilocks throbbed and the Caddy stopped just short of running over a woman in a white choir robe. There was a whole line of them, making their way down theCoast Highway, shielding candles against the wind. They didn't even look up, but walked past the front of his car as if in a trance.
    Burtonrolled down the window and stuck his head out.
    "What are youpeople doing? It's five in the morning."
    A balding man whose choir robe was three sizes too small looked up with a beatific smile and said,
    "We've been called by the Holy Spirit. We've been called." Then he walked on.
    "Yeah, well, you almost got to see him early!"Burton yelled, but no one paid attention. He fell back into the seat and waited as the procession passed. It wasn't just people in choir robes, but aging hippies in jeans and Birkenstocks, half a dozen Gen X'ers dressed in their Sunday best, and one skinny guy who was wearing the saffron robes of a Buddhist monk.
    Burtonwrenched his briefcase off the passenger seat and popped it open. False passport, driver's license, Social Security card, stick-on beard, and a ticket to the Caymans: the platinum parachute kit he kept with him at all times. Maybe it was time to bail.
    Skinner
    Well, the Food Guy finally got a female, Skinner thought.Probably because he had the scent of those mashed cows on him. Skinner had been tempted to roll in the goo himself, but was afraid the Food Guy would yell at him. (He hated that.) But this was even better: riding in the different car with the Food Guy and his female and the Tall Guy who always smelled of burning weeds and sometimes gave him hamburgers. He looked out the window and wagged his tail, which repeatedly smacked Theo in the face.
    They were stopping. Oh boy, maybe they would leave him in the car. That would be good; the seats were chewy and tasted of cow. But no, they let him out, told him to come along with them to the small house. An Old Guy answered the door and Skinner said hi with a nose to the crotch. The Old Guy scratched his ears. Skinner liked him. He smelled like a dog who'd been howling all night. Being near him made Skinner want to howl and he did, one time, enjoying the sad sound of his own voice.
    The Food Guy told him to shut up.
    The Old Guy said, "I guess I know how you feel."
    They all went inside and left Skinner there on the steps. They were all nervous, Skinner could smell it, and they probably wouldn't be inside long. He hadwork to do. It was a big yard with a lot of shrubs where other dogs had left him messages. He needed to reply to them all, so each could only get a short spray.Dog e-mail.
    He was only half-finished when they came back out.
    The Tall Guy said, "Well, Mr. Jefferson, we're going to find the monster and we'd like your help.
    You're the only one who has seen it."
    "Oh, I think you'll know him when you see him," said the old guy. "Y'all don't need my help."
    Everyone smelled sad and afraid and Skinner couldn't help himself. He let loose a forlorn howl that he held until the Food Guy grabbed his collar and dragged him to the car. Skinner had a bad feeling that they might be going to the place where there was danger.
    Danger, Food Guy, he warned. His barking was deafening in the confines of the Mercedes.
    Estelle Estelle was fuming as she cleared the teacups from the table and threw them into