"Someone's after me, sensei." Billy crossed his arms over his chest. There was a pause, as if he wasn't sure how far to go with the story.
"This have something to do with your nose?"
"Maybe. I dunno."
"Well, I'm glad you came to me, son."
Another pause.
"You can trust me, Billy."
Riddle sucked in a breath, as if he were about to dive into a pool. "My dad's in D.C., as usual. So last night I had a few friends over. We were smoking some blunts-"
"You shouldn't do that. Illegal drugs are bad news."
Billy shifted uncomfortably, fiddling with the platinum chain around his neck. "I know."
"Go on."
"So me and my friends were by the pool, and one wants to go hit it with his girlfriend. I tell them they can use the cabana, but when they go over, the door's locked. I go up to get the key from the house, and when I'm walking back, a guy steps in front of me, like from out of nowhere. He was fuck-er, freakin' huge. Long black hair. Dressed in leather-"
The waitress came hopping over. "What can I getcha-"
"Later," Mr. X snapped.
As she disappeared in a huff, he nodded to Billy.
Riddle grabbed Mr. X's glass of water and drank. "Anyway, he scared the hell out of me. He was looking at me like he wanted to have me for lunch. But then my friend calls out, because he's wondering where I am with the key. The man said my name and then just kind of disappeared, right as my friend came up the lawn." Billy shook his head. "Thing is, I don't know how he got over the wall. My dad put one all around the back of the grounds last year because he's been getting terrorist threats or something. It's, like, twelve feet tall. And the house was all locked up in front with the security system on."
Mr. X looked down at Billy's hands. They were gripped tightly together.
"I… ah, I'm kinda scared, sensei."
"You should be."
Riddle looked vaguely nauseated at having his fears confirmed.
"So, Billy. I want to know. You ever kill something?"
Riddle frowned at the abrupt change of subject. "What are you talking about?"
"You know. A bird. Squirrel. Maybe a cat or a dog?"
"No, sensei."
"No?" Mr. X leveled his eyes on Billy's. "I got no time for liars, son."
Billy cleared his throat. "Yeah. Maybe. When I was younger."
"How'd that make you feel?"
A flush crept up Billy's neck. His hands came apart. "Nada. I didn't feel anything."
"Come on, Billy. You've got to trust me."
Billy's eyes flashed. "Okay. Maybe I liked it."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." Riddle drew out the word.
"Good." Mr. X lifted his hand and caught the waitress's eye. She took her time coming over. "We'll talk about that man later. First, I want you to tell me about your father."
"My dad?"
"You ready to order now?" the waitress said in a snotty tone.
"What do you want, Billy? It's on me."
Riddle recited half the menu.
When the waitress left, Mr. X prompted him. "Your dad?"
Billy shrugged. "I don't see him a lot. But he's… you know… whatever. A dad. I mean, who cares what he's like?"
"Listen, Billy." Mr. X leaned forward. "I know you ran away from home three times before you turned twelve. I know your father sent you to prep school the minute your mom was in the ground. And I know when you got yourself kicked out of Northfield Mount Hermon, he packed you off to Groton, and when you were tossed out of there, he put you in a military academy. It sounds to me like he's been trying to get rid of you for the last decade."
"He's busy."
"And you've been a lot to handle, haven't you?"
"Maybe."
"So would I be right in assuming that you and Daddy Dearest don't have some kind of Leave It to Beaver thing going?" Mr. X waited. "Tell me the truth."
"I hate him," Riddle blurted.
"Why?"
Billy crossed his arms over his chest again. His eyes went cold.
"Why do you hate him, son?"
"Because he breathes."
Chapter Thirty-four
Beth stared off into a vast white distance. She was in some kind of dreamscape, with hazy edges that suggested there was no end to what was before her.
A lone figure, lit from behind, approached out of the vapor. She sensed that it was male, whatever it was, and she didn't feel threatened. She felt as if she knew him.
"Father?" she whispered, not sure whether she meant her own or God Himself.
The man was still quite far away, but his hand lifted in greeting, as if he'd heard her.
She stepped forward, but her mouth was suddenly flooded with a taste she didn't recognize. She put her fingertips to her lips. When she looked down at them, she saw red.