'Please ask them to push on a little further,' Billy said. 'I'll call you in four days - no, three - and find out if you've located them.'
'You don't need to do that,' Penschley said, 'If - when the Barton people locate them, you'll be the first to know.`
'I won't be here,' Halleck said slowly.
'Oh?' Penschley's voice was carefully noncommittal. 'Where do you expect to be?'
'Traveling,' Halleck said, and hung up shortly afterward. He sat perfectly still, his mind a confused whirl, his fingers - his very thin fingers - drumming uneasily on the edge of his desk.
Chapter 16-17
Chapter Sixteen. Billy's Letter
Heidi went out the next day just after ten to do some shopping. She did not look in on Billy to tell him where she was going or when she would be back - that old and amiable habit was no more. Billy sat in his study watching the Olds back down the driveway to the street. For just a moment Heidi's head turned and their eyes seemed to meet, his confused and scared, hers dumbly accusing: You made me send our daughter away, you won't get the professional help you need, our friends are starting to talk. You seem to want someone to copilot you over into ha-ha-land, and I'm elected ... Well, f**k you, Billy Halleck. Leave me alone. Burn if you want to, but you've got no right to ask me to join you in the pot.
Just an illusion, of course. She couldn't see him far back in the shadows.
Just an illusion, but it hurt.
After the Olds had disappeared down the street, Billy ran a piece of paper into his Olivetti and wrote: 'Dear Heidi' at the top. It was the only part of the letter that came easily. He wrote it one painful sentence at a time, always thinking in the back of his mind that she would come back in while he was pecking it out. But she did not. He finally pulled the note from the typewriter and read it over:
Dear Heidi,
By the time you read this, I'll be gone. I don't know exactly where, and I don't know exactly for how long, but I hope that when I come back, all of this will be over. This nightmare we've been living with.
Heidi, Michael Houston is wrong - wrong about everything. Leda Rossington really did tell me that the old Gypsy - his name is Taduz Lemke, by the way touched Cary, and she really did tell me that Cary's skin was plating. And Duncan Hopley really was covered with pimples ... It was more horrible than you can imagine.
Houston refuses to allow himself any serious examination of the chain of logic I've presented in defense of my belief, and he's certainly refused to combine that chain of logic with the inexplicability of what's happening to me (155 this morning; almost a hundred pounds now). He cannot do these things -it would knock him out entirely of his orbit if he did. He would rather see me committed for the rest of my life than to even seriously entertain the possibility that all of this is happening as a result of a Gypsy's curse. The idea that such off-the-wall-things as Gypsy curses exist at all anywhere in the world, but especially in Fairview, Connecticut - is anathema to everything Michael Houston has ever believed in. His gods come out of bottles, not out of the air.