think my daddy had something to do with the burning down of that carnival years back.â
âWhy do you say that,â Gary asked.
ââCause right before he diedâstarted about two days before he passedâmy daddy kept talking about the flames and how they were going to eat him up and he was goinâ to burn forever. I kept telling him he was a good man, and that he wasnât goinâ to Hell. He told me heâd already seen it. Said he had a part to play in it. I didnât know then what he meant by âit.â I do now. He cried and cried and begged for forgiveness. Said heâd seen the hell-fires back thirty years before. Thatâs what got me to digging into that so called accidental fire. Daddy died in October, â84. I never saw a man that suffered so much. You remember it, Doctor Tressalt; you was there even though my daddy wouldnât let anybody except Old Doc Reynolds touch him. My daddy couldnât get enough to drink.â
âI remember, Audie.â
Martin wiped sweat from his forehead, even though the day was not that warm. âWhat was the date of his death, Audie?â
âMy daddy died four years ago exactly come next Thursday.â
* * *
Martin stood with Gary and watched the deputy drive off. Audie had told them he would be at the fairgrounds that night, just to keep an eye on things. Gary had smiled and said, âSure youâll be looking at people. And that city patrol-person named Nicoleâll be one of them, wonât she?â
Audie had grinned boyishly and allowed as to how that was right.
Martin said they might join him. The deputy said that would be fine.
âAssuming that everything Audie saidâincluding that bit about his father and the hell firesâis true, what has that got to do with the odd happenings occurring around town?â Gary asked.
âYou donât believe in Hell, Gary?â
âI believe in a Hereafter. And I also believe in the supernatural.â
Martin looked at him for a moment, his eyes unreadable. âWell, old friend, if youâre waiting for me to say anything like the devil has arrived in Holland, youâre going to be in for a long wait.â
âI donât think this has anything to do with the devil, Martin.â
âThen? . . .â
âMartin, without making myself appear to be a foolâand Iâm not saying this has anything to do with whatâs been happening in town, let me tell you something, some . . . things Iâve seen over fifteen years of practicing medicine. Iâve seen people that I pronounced dead come back to life. Nearly every doctor in the world has seen that. Iâve seen people so eaten up with disease that I would have bet money they wouldnât last a month. But theyâre alive and well and walking around today. And Iâll tell you something elseâa couple of things: Iâve seen people hang on to life for just one reason: revenge! And many of them hung on long enoughâagainst all oddsâto get that revenge. And Iâve had patients whoâve died on me come back to life within two or three or four minutes and tell me about that dyingâout of body experiences. And they were sent back. They actually crossed over and were sent back!â
âAnd you believe that?â
âYes, I do.â
Martin rubbed his chin. âThen . . . what are you trying to say, Gary? Or what are you telling me thatâs not getting through?â
âMartin, Iâd like to find out who owns this carnival thatâs in town now. And who owned the carnival that was destroyed.â
âOh, come on, Gary!â
âNo, Martinâno. Iâm adamant about this. I think there is a connection. Call me a fool, think me a fool. Whatever. There is something going on here that we donât understand. Over the years, Iâve asked my father dozens of times about the fire. I told you this. I get