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  Ballantine mass market edition published 1996

  Bantam mass market edition / October 2000

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  Copyright © 1996 by Dean R. Koontz

  Excerpt from Odd Apocalypse copyright © 2012 by Dean Koontz.

  Cover art copyright © 2000 by Franco Accornero

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  Contents

  COVER PAGE

  TITLE PAGE

  COPYRIGHT

  EPIGRAPH

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  A NOTE TO THE READER

  DEDICATION

  ALSO BY DEAN KOONTZ

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  EXCERPT FROM ODD APOCALYPSE

  To see what we have never seen,

  to be what we have never been,

  to shed the chrysalis and fly,

  depart the earth, kiss the sky,

  to be reborn, be someone new:

  Is this a dream or is it true?

  Can our future be cleanly shorn

  from a life to which we’re born?

  Is each of us a creature free—

  or trapped at birth by destiny?

  Pity those who believe the latter.

  Without freedom, nothing matters.

  —The Book of Counted Sorrows

  In the real world

  as in dreams,

  nothing is quite

  what it seems.

  —The Book of Counted Sorrows

  ONE

  Out of a cloudless sky on a windless November day came a sudden shadow that swooped across the bright aqua Corvette. Tommy Phan was standing beside the car, in pleasantly warm autumn sunshine, holding out his hand to accept the keys from Jim Shine, the salesman, when the fleeting shade touched him. He heard a brief thrumming like frantic wings. Glancing up, he expected to glimpse a sea gull, but not a single bird was in sight.

  Unaccountably, the shadow had chilled him as though a cold wind had come with it, but the air was utterly still. He shivered, felt a blade of ice touch his palm, and jerked his hand back, even as he realized, too late, that it wasn’t ice but merely the keys to the Corvette. He looked down in time to see them hit the pavement.

  He said, “Sorry,” and started to bend over,

  Jim Shine said, “No, no. I’ll get ’em.”

  Perplexed, frowning, Tommy raised his gaze to the sky again. Unblemished blue. Nothing in flight.

  The nearest trees, along the nearby street, were phoenix palms with huge crowns of fronds, offering no branches on which a bird could alight. No birds were perched on the roof of the car dealership, either.

  “Pretty exciting,” Shine said.

  Tommy looked at him, slightly disoriented. “Huh?”

  Shine was holding out the keys again. He resembled a pudgy choirboy with guileless blue eyes. Now, when he winked, his face squinched into a leer that was meant to be comic but that seemed disconcertingly like a glimpse of genuine and usually well-hidden decadence. “Getting that first ’vette is almost as good as getting your first piece of ass.”

  Tommy was trembling and still inexplicably cold. He accepted the keys. They no longer felt like ice.

  The aqua Corvette waited, as sleek and cool as a high mountain spring slipping downhill over polished stones. Overall length: one hundred seventy-eight and a half inches. Wheelbase: ninety-six and two-tenths inches. Seventy and seven-tenths inches in width at the dogleg, forty-six and three-tenths inches high, with a minimum ground clearance of four and two-tenths inches.

  Tommy knew the technical specifications of this car better than any preacher knew the details of any Bible story. He was a Vietnamese-American, and America was his religion; the highway was his church, and the Corvette was about to become the sacred vessel by which he partook of communion.

  Although he was no prude, Tommy was mildly offended when Shine compared the transcendent experience of Corvette ownership to sex. For the moment, at least, the Corvette was better than any bedroom games, more exciting, purer, the very embodiment of speed and grace and freedom.

  Tommy shook Jim Shine’s soft, slightly moist hand and slid into the driver’s seat. Thirty-six and a half inches of headroom. Forty-two inches of legroom.

  His heart was pounding. He was no longer chilled. In fact, he felt flushed.

  He had already plugged his cellular phone into the cigarette lighter. The Corvette was his.

  Crouching at the open window, grinning, Shine said, “You’re not just a mere mortal any more.”

  Tommy started the engine. A ninety-degree V-8. Cast-iron block. Aluminum heads with hydraulic lifters.

  Jim Shine raised his voice. “No longer like other men. Now you’re a god.”

  Tommy knew that Shine spoke with a good-humored mockery of the cult of the automobile—yet he half believed that it was true. Behind the wheel of the Corvette, with this childhood dream fulfilled, he seemed to be full of the power of the car, exalted.

  With the Corvette still in park, he eased his foot down on the accelerator, and the engine responded with a deep-throated growl. Five-point-seven liters of displacement with a ten-and-a-half-to-one compression ratio. Three hundred horsepower.

  Rising from a crouch, stepping back, Shine said, “Have fun.”

  “Thanks, Jim.”

  Tommy Phan drove away from the Chevrolet dealership into a California afternoon so blue and high and deep with promise that it was possible to believe he would live forever. With no purpose except to enjoy the Corvette, he went west to Newport Beach and then south on the fabled Pacific Coast Highway, past the enormous harbor full of yachts, through Corona Del Mar, along the newly developed hills called Newport Coast, with beaches and gently breaking surf and the sun-dappled ocean to his right, listening to an oldies radio station that rocked with the Beach Boys, the Everly Brothers, Chuck Berry, Little Richard, and Roy Orbison.

  At a stoplight in Laguna Beach, he pulled up beside a classic Corvette: a silver 1963 Sting Ray with boat-tail rear end and split rear window. The driver, an aging surfer type with blond hair and a walrus mustache, looked at the new aqua ’vette and then at Tommy. Tommy made a circle of his thumb and forefinger, letting the stranger know that the Sting Ray was a fine machine, and the guy replied with a smile and a thumbs-up sign, which made Tommy feel like part of a secret club.

  As the end of the century approached, some people said that the American dream was almost extinguished and that the California dream was ashes. Nevertheless, for Tommy Phan on this wonderful autumn afternoon, the promise of his country and the promise of the coast were burning bright.

  The sudden swooping shadow and the inexplicable chill were all but forgotten.

  He drove through Laguna Beach and Dana Point to San Clemente, where at last he turned and, as twilight fell, headed north again. Cruising aimlessly. He was getting a feel for the way the Corvette handled. Weighing three thous
and two hundred ninety-eight pounds, it hugged the pavement, low and solid, providing sports-car intimacy with the road and incomparable responsiveness. He wove through a number of tree-lined residential streets merely to confirm that the Corvette’s curb-to-curb turning diameter was forty feet, as promised.

  Entering Dana Point from the south this time, he switched off the radio, picked up his cellular phone, and called his mother in Huntington Beach. She answered on the second ring, speaking Vietnamese, although she had immigrated to the United States twenty-two years ago, shortly after the fall of Saigon, when Tommy was only eight years old. He loved her, but sometimes she made him crazy.

  “Hi, Mom.”

  “Tuong?” she said.

  “Tommy,” he reminded her, for he had not used his Vietnamese name for many years. Phan Tran Tuong had long ago become Tommy Phan. He meant no disrespect for his family, but he was far more American now than Vietnamese.

  His mother issued a long-suffering sigh because she would have to use English. A year after they arrived from Vietnam, Tommy had insisted that he would speak only English; even as a little kid, he had been determined to pass eventually for a native-born American.

  “You sound funny,” she said with a heavy accent.

  “It’s the cellular phone.”

  “Whose phone?”

  “The car phone.”

  “Why you need car phone, Tuong?”

  “Tommy. They’re really handy, couldn’t get along without one. Listen, Mom, guess what—”

  “Car phones for big shots.”

  “Not any more. Everybody’s got one.”

  “I don’t. Phone and drive too dangerous.”

  Tommy sighed—and was slightly rattled by the realization that his sigh sounded exactly like his mother’s. “I’ve never had an accident, Mom.”

  “You will,” she said firmly.

  Even with one hand, he was able to handle the Corvette with ease on the long straightaways and wide sweeps of the Coast Highway. Rack-and-pinion steering with power assist. Rear-wheel drive. Four-speed automatic transmission with torque converter. He was gliding.

  His mother changed the subject: “Tuong, haven’t seen you in weeks.”

  “We spent Sunday together, Mom. This is only Thursday.”

  They had gone to church together on Sunday. His father was born a Roman Catholic, and his mother converted before marriage, back in Vietnam, but she also kept a small Buddhist shrine in one corner of their living room. There was usually fresh fruit on the red altar, and sticks of incense bristled from ceramic holders.

  “You come to dinner?” she asked.

  “Tonight? Gee, no, I can’t. See, I just—”

  “We have com tay cam.”

  “—just bought—”

  “You remember what is com tay cam—or maybe forget all about your mother’s cooking?”

  “Of course I know what it is, Mom. Chicken and rice in a clay pot. It’s delicious.”

  “Also having shrimp-and-watercress soup. You remember shrimp-and-watercress soup?”

  “1 remember, Mom.”

  Night was creeping over the coast. Above the rising land to the east, the heavens were black and stippled with stars. To the west, the ocean was inky near the shore, striped with the silvery foam of incoming breakers, but indigo toward the horizon, where a final blade of bloody sunlight still cleaved the sea from the sky.

  Cruising through the falling darkness, Tommy did feel a little bit like a god, as Jim Shine had promised. But he was unable to enjoy it because, at the same time, he felt too much like a thoughtless and ungrateful son.

  His mother said, “Also having stir-fry celery, carrots, cabbage, some peanuts—very good. My nuoc mam sauce.”

  “You make the best nuoc mam in the world, and the best com tay cam, but I—”

  “Maybe you got wok there in car with phone, you can drive and cook at same time?”

  In desperation he blurted, “Mom, I bought a new Corvette!”

  “You bought phone and Corvette?”

  “No, I’ve had the phone for years. The—”

  “What’s this Corvette?”

  “You know, Mom. A car. A sports car.”

  “You bought sports car?”

  “Remember, I always said if I was a big success someday—”

  “What sport?”

  “Huh?”

  “Football?”

  His mother was stubborn, more of a traditionalist than was the queen of England, and set in her ways, but she was not thick-headed or uninformed. She knew perfectly well what a sports car was, and she knew what a Corvette was, because Tommy’s bedroom walls had been papered with pictures of them when he was a kid. She also knew what a Corvette meant to Tommy, what it symbolized; she sensed that, in the Corvette, he was moving still further away from his ethnic roots, and she disapproved. She wasn’t a screamer, however, and she wasn’t given to scolding, so the best way she could find to register her disapproval was to pretend that his car and his behavior in general were so bizarre as to be virtually beyond her understanding.

  “Baseball?” she asked.

  “They call the color ‘bright aqua metallic.’ It’s beautiful, Mom, a lot like the color of that vase on your living-room mantel. It’s got—”

  “Expensive?”

  “Huh? Well, yeah, it’s a really good car. I mean, it doesn’t cost what a Mercedes—”

  “Reporters all drive Corvettes?”

  “Reporters? No, I’ve—”

  “You spend everything on car, go broke?”

  “No, no. I’d never—”

  “You go broke, don’t take welfare.”

  “I’m not broke, Mom.”

  “You go broke, you come home to live.”

  “That won’t be necessary, Mom.”

  “Family always here.”

  Tommy felt like dirt. Although he had done nothing wrong, he felt uncomfortably revealed in the headlights of oncoming cars, as though they were the harsh lamps in a police interrogation room and as though he were trying to conceal a crime.

  He sighed and eased the Corvette into the right-hand lane, joining the slower traffic. He wasn’t capable of handling the car well, talking on the cellular phone, and sparring with his indefatigable mother.

  She said, “Where your Toyota?”

  “I traded it on the Corvette.”

  “Your reporter friends drive Toyota. Honda. Ford. Never see one drive Corvette.”

  “I thought you didn’t know what a Corvette was?”

  “I know,” she said, “oh, yes, I know,” making one of those abrupt hundred-eighty-degree turns that only a mother can perform without credibility whiplash. “Doctors drive Corvette. You are always smart, Tuong, get good grades, could have been doctor.”

  Sometimes it seemed that most of the Vietnamese-Americans of Tommy’s generation were studying to be doctors or were already in practice. A medical degree signified assimilation and prestige, and Vietnamese parents pushed their children toward the healing professions with the aggressive love with which Jewish parents of a previous generation had pushed their children. Tommy, with a degree in journalism, would never be able to remove anyone’s appendix or perform cardiovascular surgery, so he would forever be something of a disappointment to his mother and father.

  “Anyway, I’m not a reporter any more, Mom, not as of yesterday. Now I’m a full-time novelist, not just part-time any more.”

  “No job.”

  “Self-employed.”

  “Fancy way of saying ‘no job,’” she insisted, though Tommy’s father was self-employed in the family bakery, as were Tommy’s two brothers, who also had failed to become doctors.

  “The latest contract I signed—”

  “People read newspapers. Who read books?”

  “Lots of people read books.”

  “Who?”

  “You read books.”

  “Not books about silly private detectives with guns in every pocket, drive cars like crazy mania
c, get in fights, drink whiskey, chase blondes.”

  “My detective doesn’t drink whiskey—”

  “He should settle down, marry nice Vietnamese girl, have babies, work steady job, contribute to family.”

  “Boring, Mom. No one would ever want to read about a private detective like that.”

  “This detective in your books—he ever marry blonde, he break his mother’s heart.”

  “He’s a lone wolf. He’ll never marry.”

  “That break his mother’s heart too. Who want to read book about mother with broken heart? Too sad.”

  Exasperated, Tommy said, “Mom, I just called to tell you the good news about the Corvette and—”

  “Come to dinner. Clay-pot chicken and rice better than lousy cheeseburgers.”

  “I can’t come tonight, Mom. Tomorrow.”

  “Too much cheeseburgers and french fries, soon you look like big fat cheeseburger.”

  “I hardly ever eat cheeseburgers and fries, Mom. I watch my diet, and I—”

  “Tomorrow night we have shrimp toast. Pork-stuffed squid. Pot-roasted rice. Duck with nuoc cham.”

  Tommy’s mouth was watering, but he would never admit as much, not even if he were placed in the hands of torturers with countless clever instruments of persuasion. “Okay, I’ll be there tomorrow night. And after dinner, I’ll take you for a spin in the Corvette.”

  “Take your father. Maybe he like flashy sports car. Not me. I simple person.”

  “Mom—”

  “But your father good man. Don’t put him in fancy sports car and take him out drinking whiskey, fight, chase blondes.”

  “I’ll do my best not to corrupt him, Mom.”

  “Good-bye, Tuong.”

  “Tommy,” he corrected, but she had hung up.

  God, how he loved her.

  God, how nuts she made him.

  He drove through Laguna Beach and continued north.

  The last red slash of the sunset had seeped away. The wounded night in the west had healed, sky to sea, and in the natural world, all was dark. The only relief from blackness was the unnatural glow from the houses on the eastern hills and from the cars and trucks racing along the coast. The flashes of headlights and taillights suddenly seemed frenzied and ominous, as though all the drivers of those vehicles were speeding toward appointments with one form of damnation or another.

 

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