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Would he be eternally condemned for breaking his promise? The Watcher stood in a clump of trees that hid him from the two old people with binoculars and pondered the question. It wasn’t as if it had been a promise to God, but it had been a promise to Mama and she’d asked him to promise before God. He’d kept his promise while she was alive, but she was dead now and he could hardly contain himself.

For six long years he’d been good. He’d gone to work every day, kept to himself, hadn’t strayed into those places that called to him and drew him toward the Bad Things. But Mama had died years ago and the pull of his promise was weakening. The voices had stopped whispering in his ear and were speaking out loud. The little girls had started staring at him again, almost begging him to take action. Before long he wouldn’t be able to control the voices any more. Promise or no promise, he was going to have to start hunting again. Soon.

For a long time just visiting here had been enough. Then, this year’s heavy spring rains had overrun the tiny creek, making it into a regular stream. The whole area had turned into a marshy mess, changing his special place so that he could hardly recognize it.

Nothing was in the right place. Things he’d hidden sat out in the open. His treasures lay strewn about, displayed for anybody to see. That was not a good thing. And now, when he needed to be alone, these two gray-haired old fools were here and they wouldn’t leave. They’d stayed in a twenty-foot-square area for more than an hour now, whispering to each other once in a while, pointing to something up in one of the trees.

Suddenly one of them gasped, making the Watcher jump. He cursed silently as a twig snapped under his feet, but nobody noticed except maybe a bird that flew out of the treetops.

“Helen, don’t move,” the old man said to his companion. “Does your cell phone get any reception out here?”

“Why, Roy? What’s going on?” The old lady’s voice quavered.

“I found something I think the police are going to want to see,” Roy said.

“It’s not…a body, is it?” Helen’s voice shook.

Roy was silent for a minute. “Not exactly. It was a body once, or at least part of one. What it is now is a very small pile of bones. I can’t even tell for sure if they’re human or not.”

Helen sighed with what sounded like relief. “Just bones? Then it’s probably something a dog killed and dragged under here.”

“I don’t think so. Do you have a signal?”

“Just a minute, Roy.” The Watcher could hear the faint short tune of a phone being turned on. “Now it’s on. I don’t get the best reception out here, but it looks like I could make a call.”

“Good. Then dial 911.” Roy’s voice sounded firm.

“That number is for emergencies, Roy. I don’t see what the emergency is here. It’s not like anything is going to move.”

“Just dial 911, Helen. The police are going to want to see this before anybody gets a chance to mess it all up.”

“All right.” While Helen talked to the dispatcher, the Watcher realized that it was time to get out of here. Being here when the police arrived would be a major problem. Then he would be condemned for sure, and much sooner than he wanted to think about.