The Demon Road Trilogy: The Complete Collection: Demon Road; Desolation; American Monsters

For a moment, she couldn’t talk. “Yeah,” she said, feeling stupid and scared and childish. She was so very afraid. “I need your help. We’ve come—”

“And who are your companions?” Dacre Shanks asked in that creepy-crawly voice of his.

“Um, this is Milo and that’s Glen.”

“Hi,” said Glen. Even he sounded scared.

“Mr Shanks,” said Amber, “I’m here because I’ve been told you know of a man who tricked the Shining Demon – did a deal with him, then went on the run.”

There was a pause. “Ah yes,” came the voice from the window. “Indeed I do. I met him many years ago. Interesting fellow.”

“Do you happen to remember his name, or where I might find him?”

“I remember his name, yes, and I also know the town in which he was born. Would that be of any use to you in tracking him down?”

“Yes,” said Amber. “Very much so.”

There was a moment of silence from inside the dollhouse. “How nice,” said Shanks.

“Are you really tiny?” Glen asked suddenly, his curiosity overcoming his fear. “Can I see you?”

Milo put his hand on Glen’s shoulder to shut him up.

Amber glared, grateful to Glen for allowing her to focus on something she could scorn. Reluctantly, she looked back through the window.

“Sorry about that,” she said. “This man, could you tell me his name?”

Shanks said, “Forgive me for asking … Amber, wasn’t it? Forgive me for asking, Amber, and forgive me for being so crude, but what exactly is in it for me?”

She frowned. “I’m sorry?”

“If I tell you what you came here to learn, what do I get out of it?”

“I … I don’t know. What do you want? We can’t release you.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’ll kill people.”

“And?” said Shanks.

“And it’ll be my fault.”

“And this would upset you?”

“Well, yes.”

“You are a curious girl. Tell me this – why do you want the man you seek?”

“I just want to talk to him,” said Amber, aware how pathetic this sounded.

“About the Shining Demon?”

“Yes.”

The man in the window moved slightly, and the light almost hit his face. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and a tie. “You want to make a deal? Or you’ve already made one and you’re having second thoughts? Maybe I can help you. Release me and I’ll speak to the Shining Demon on your behalf.”

“I’m sorry, Mr Shanks, but you’re not getting out.”

“Then what else do you have to offer me? I am trapped in a dollhouse – what, apart from freedom, do you think I require? A pet?”

“We could get you a cute little convertible,” said Glen. “Maybe throw in a Barbie if you’re feeling lonely?”

Amber froze, awaiting Shanks’s response.

“Your friend is very rude,” he said eventually.

“I’m sorry,” she responded. “And he’s not my friend. Mr Shanks, you’re absolutely right, there is nothing I can offer you. We’re not releasing you. You’ve killed innocent people before and you will do it again. I can’t allow that to happen.”

“Then we are at an impasse.”

“I guess we are.” She bit her lip. “So why not just tell me? You’re not getting out, right? So we’re not going to be making a deal here. If we’re not going to make a deal, there’s nothing you have to gain from this situation. And, if you have no chance of gaining anything, then you won’t have anything to lose by telling me what I want to know, will you?”

A low chuckle. “I see your logic. Cleverly done, young lady.”

“Thank you.”

“But you’re wrong about me not having anything to gain. You see, I’ve been stuck here for … I actually don’t know how long.”

“Thirty-one years,” said Glen.

“Really? Well now … thirty-one years. Imagine that. In that case, I’ve been stuck here for thirty-one years. I can’t go insane and I can’t kill myself because I’m already dead. So I’ve been sitting here for thirty-one years, and I only rise out of my bored stupor when that door opens and little Heather Roosevelt pokes her pretty head in to make sure everything is still in place. Oh, but she’s not a Roosevelt anymore, is she? She got married. She won’t tell me to whom, but I saw the wedding ring – for as long as it was there. She’s getting old, though, isn’t she? Every time I see her, she is less and less like the troublesome teenager who trapped me in here in the first place.

“But here I sit. Bored. I don’t need to eat or sleep. I don’t age. I feel each and every one of those seconds as they drag by, too many to count, too many to keep track of. I haven’t spoken to anyone in all that time. I talk only to myself these days, just because I like the sound of my own voice – as you’ve probably guessed. I haven’t talked to anyone and I haven’t interacted with anyone until you three walked in here.

“Your problem, as I have said, stems from the mistaken presumption that I have nothing to gain by not telling you what you want to know. The fact is, though, I do. I haven’t spoken to anyone until you. I haven’t interacted with anyone until you. But you know what else I haven’t done? I haven’t hurt anyone … until you. You need this information and you need it badly, or else you wouldn’t be here talking to someone like me, but I’m not going to tell you simply because it makes me happy to disappoint you.”

“Wow,” said Glen. “You’re a dick.”

“I suppose I am, Glen, yes,” said Shanks. “I take my pleasures where I can – small and petty as they may be.”

Glen sneered through the window. “Well, why don’t I just reach in there and smush your head?”

“Please do.”

“Glen,” said Amber.

He stepped back. “What? Am I the only one here who is aware of the fact that the big, bad, scary man we’re talking to is, like, three inches tall? Am I the only one amused by that?”