SALEM'S LOT XXVIII / BEN (IV)
Ben took the needle and looked questioningly into Jimmy’s eyes. He nodded. Ben injected the needle. Jimmy’s body tensed like spring steel. For a moment he was a sculpture in agony, every tendon pulled out into sharp relief. Little by little he began to relax. His body shuddered in reaction, and Ben saw that tears had mixed with the sweat on his face. “Put the cross on me,” he said. “If I’m still dirty from her, it’ll…it’ll do something to me.” “Will it?” “I’m sure it will. When you were going after her, I looked up and I wanted to go after you. God help me, I did. And I looked at that cross and I…my belly wanted to heave up.” Ben put the cross on his neck. Nothing happened. Its glow—if there had been a glow at all—was entirely gone. Ben took the cross away. “Okay,” Jimmy said. “I thi
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