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"Do soer, who had knelt beside Pritkin and was checking for a pulse for the second tiht"

The giant snagged one out of a tool belt with one of the hooks it used for hands, and pushed it through a gap in the net Fro around its waist, it was plain that Red’s pri He could have hit Pritkin with soht have been enough

Roger retrieved the flashlight and pried up Pritkin’s left eyelid, careful not to move the head "Normal dilation," he toldHe should be all right, but on’t know for certain until he comes around"

"If he comes around!"

"You worry too much He’s half demon--"

"He’s half human, too!"

"Well, ould you have me do?" he asked impatiently "I’m not a doctor and he isn’t a vampire I can manipulate dead flesh any way you like, but I don’t have power over the living"

Maybe not, but I knew someone who did

He caught my arm as I jumped up "She isn’t there She--"

"Like hell she isn’t!" I broke away and ran for the stairs

Chapter Eleven

There was only one flight, which let out onto a small hallway There were two doors on either side, with the first opening onto a junk rooh with old furniture, and the next onto a tiny bath But the door across the hall led to a bedrooh to toss the sheers around, and an old-fashioned wardrobe And another door--

Leading to a nursery

There was no one in it except for a baby in a crib, who had soht downstairs But oke up when I slaht, that’s enough," Roger said, co in behindto uess itin a yellow onesie, with a mop of downy blond curls and a scrunched-up face "Yourfrantically around in his jacket for so with the mess you two made before it consu He finally came up with a pacifier that he stuck in the wide-openall the noise That worked for a couple of pulls, until she prohed

"I alonder about babies who can be fooled by those things," he said, jiggling her up and down "She--you--never is A few pulls and when nothing coed and put her head on his shoulder, doing the please-shut-up baby dance all parents seem to know

I sat down

There was a rocker underneath ht then I wasn’t sure I knew anything I was looking at a concerned father gently tending his fussy child, the di in a sht as a pin, the other amade sense

"You killed hundreds of people," I said numbly

He looked up "What?"

"Ghosts don’t work for free All that power"

"What power?"

"To fuel your army It had to coain?"

I stared at hi he looked like the picture I carried around in nes in a dank dungeon; theahead of the Spartoi on a desperate flight through London; the sarcastic, angry man downstairs Any of the guy with spit-up on his shoulder I got a hand desperately clutching a diapered botto-while-her-oofy grin when he realized she was dry