'And this is Norman Drake, reminding you of three important facts; you're listening to the Revival Time Hour on WCIK, God loves you, and He sent his Son to die for you on Calvary's cross. It's nine twenty-five a.m., and as we always like to remind you, time is short. Have you given your heart to the Lord? Back after this.'
Norman Drake gave way to a silver-tongued devil selling the entire Bible on DVDs, and the best thing about it was you could pay in monthly installments and return the whole deal if you weren't just as happy as a pig in shit. Linda and Jackie went to the broadcast studio window and looked in. Neither Norman Drake nor the silver-tongued devil was there, but when the commercial ended and the deejay came back to announce the next song of praise, a green light turned red and a red light turned green. When the music started up, another red light went green.
'It's automated!'Jackie said. 'The whole freaking thing!'
'Then why do we feel like someone's here? And don't say you don't.'
Jackie didn't.'Because it's weird.The jock even does time-checks. Honey, this setup must have cost a fortune! Talk about the ghost in the machine - how long do you think it will run?'
'Probably till the propane runs out and the generator stops.' Linda spotted another closed door and opened it with her foot, as Jackie had... only, unlike Jackie, she drew her gun and held it, safety on and muzzle down, beside her leg.
It was a bathroom, and it 'was empty. There was, however, a picture of a very Caucasian Jesus on the wall.
Tm not religious,'Jackie said,'so you'll have to explain to me why people would want Jesus watching them poop.'
Linda shook her head.'Let's get out of here before I lose it,' she said. 'This place is the Radioland version of the Mary Celeste!
Jackie looked around uneasily. 'Well, the vibe is spooky, I'll give you that.' She suddenly raised her voice in a harsh shout that made Linda jump. She wanted to tell Jackie not to yell like that. Because someone might hear her and come. Or something.
'Hey! Yol Anybody here? Last chance!'
Nothing. No one.
Outside, Linda took a deep breath.'Once, when I was a teenager, some friends and I went to Bar Harbor, and we stopped for a picnic at this scenic turnout. There were half a dozen of us. The day was clear, and you could see practically all the way to Ireland. When we were done eating, I said I wanted to take a picture. My friends were all horsing around and grabassing, and I kept backing up, trying to get everyone in the frame. Then this one girl - Arabella, my best friend back then - stopped trying to give this other girl a wedgie and shouted, "Stop, Linda, stop]" I stopped and looked around. Know what I saw?'
Jackie shook her head.
'The Atlantic Ocean. I'd backed up all the way to the drop-off at the edge of the picnic area. There was a warning sign, but no fence or guardrail. One more step and I would have gone down. And how I felt then is how I felt in there.'
'Lin, it was empty!
'I don't think so. And I don't think you do, either.'
'It was spooky, sure. But we checked the rooms - '
'Not the studio. Plus the TV was on and the music was too loud. You don't think they turn it up that loud ordinarily, do you?'
'How do I know what holy rollers do?' Jackie asked. 'Maybe they were expecting the Apocolick.'
'Lypse.'
'Whatever. Do you want to check the storage barn?'
'Absolutely not,' Linda said, and that made Jackie snort laughter.
'Okay. Our report is no sign of the Rev, correct?'
'Correct.'
'Then we're off to town. And coffee.'
Before getting into unit Two's shotgun seat, Linda took one more look at the studio building, sitting there wreathed in white-bread audio joy. There was no other sound; she realized she didn't hear a single bird singing, and wondered if they had all killed themselves smashing into the Dome. Surely that wasn't possible. Was it?
Jackie pointed at the mike. 'Want me to give the place a shout through the loudspeaker? Say if anyone's hiding in there they should beat feet into town? Because - I just thought of this - maybe they were scared of us.'
'What I want is for you to stop screwing around and get out of here.'
Jackie didn't argue. She reversed down the short driveway to Little Bitch Road, and turned the cruiser toward The Mill.
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