Ceremony (19 page)

"I think they would get a sack full of rocks and form a circle about you," I said.

"They might be justified."

"Yeah, but who'd throw the first stone?"

Susan made a snuggling motion with her face and pressed her nose against my chest. I closed my eyes. I could feel the heavy darkness settle.

"Spenser?" Susan's voice was remote now. "Yeah?" "Do you think we're doing the right thing?" "If I knew that," I said, and my own voice was far away, "I could throw the first stone."