Chapter twenty-two

Later, after i'd stumbled down the stairs - my sense of balance was still off, but getting better - we walked back to the train cars and rested in the shadow of one.
"You saved my life," I said softly.
"It was nothing," Sam said. "You would have done the same for me."
"Probably," I said. "But I wasn't called upon to help. I wasn't the one who had to use his head and act cool. You saved me, Sam. I owe you my life."
"Keep it." He laughed. "What would I do with it?"
"I'm serious, Sam. I owe you big-time. Anything you ever want or need, just ask, and I'll do anything to get it for you."
"You mean that?"
"Cross my heart," I swore.
"There is one thing," he said.
"Name it."
"I want to join the Cirque Du Freak."
"Saaaammmm…" I groaned.
"You asked what I wanted, so I'm telling you," he replied.
"It's not that easy," I protested.
"Yes it is," he said. "You can talk to the owner and put in a good word for me. Come on, Darren, did you mean what you said or not?"
"All right." I sighed. "I'll ask Mr. Tall."
"When?"
"Today," I promised. "As soon as I get back."
"All right!" Sam tried to high-five me.
"But if he says no," I warned him, "that's the end of it, okay? I'll do what I can, but if Mr. Tall says no, that means no."
"Sure," Sam said. "That's fine by me."
"Maybe there's a job for me, too," somebody said behind my back.
I spun around quickly, and there was R.V., smiling strangely.
"You shouldn't creep up on people like that," I snapped. "You scared me."
"Sorry, man," R.V. said, but he didn't look very sorry.
"What are you doing out here?" Sam asked.
"I wanted to find Darren," R.V. said. "I never got a chance to thank him for my ticket."
"That's okay," I said. "I'm sorry I wasn't around to see you when it was over, but I had to go somewhere else."
"Sure," R.V. said, sitting down on the track beside me. "I can understand that. A show that size, there must be lots to do, huh? I bet they keep you real busy, right, man?"
"Right," I said.
R.V. grinned, and stared at the two of us. There was something about the way he was smiling that made me uneasy. It wasn't a nice smile.
"Tell me," R.V. said, "how's the wolf-man doing?"
"He's fine," I said.
"He's chained up all the time, isn't he?" R.V. asked.
"No," I said, remembering Evra's warning.
"He's not?" R.V. acted surprised. "A wild beast like him, savage and dangerous, and he isn't locked up?"
"He's not really dangerous," I said. "That's an act. He's pretty tame, actually." I could see Sam staring at me. He knew how wild the wolf-man was and didn't get why I was lying.
"Tell me, man, what does a thing like that eat?" R.V. asked.
"Steak. Pork chops. Sausages." I forced a smile. "The usual stuff. All store-bought."
"Really? What about the goat that spider bit? Who eats that?"
"I don't know."
"Evra said the two of you bought the goat from a local farmer. Did it cost much?"
"Not really," I said. "It was pretty sick, so it -"
I stopped. Evra had told R.V. we bought the goat from a butcher, not a farmer.
"I've been doing a little investigating, man," R.V. said softly. "Everybody else in my camp has been getting ready to move on, but I've been walking around, counting sheep and cows, asking questions, digging for bones.
"Animals have been vanishing," R.V. continued. "The farmers aren't taking much notice - they don't mind the odd one or two missing - but it intrigues me. Who do you think could be taking them, man?"
I didn't answer.
"Another thing," he said. "I was walking along the river you're camped by, and do you know what I found downstream? Lots of small bones and scraps of skin and meat. Where do you think they could have come from, Darren?"
"I don't know," I said. Then I stood up. "I gotta go now. They need me back at the Cirque. Jobs to do."
"Don't let me keep you," R.V. said with a smile.
"When is your group headed out?" I asked. "I might stop by to say good-bye before you leave."
"That's nice of you," R.V. said. "But don't worry, man. I won't be going anywhere soon."
I frowned. "I thought you said you were moving on."
"NOP is moving on," he said. "In fact, they've already moved. They pulled out yesterday evening." He smiled icily. "But I'm staying a little longer. There are a few things I want to check out."
"Oh." Inside my head I swore loudly, but outside I pretended to be happy. "That's good news. Well, see you around."
"Oh, yeah," R.V. said. "You'll see me around, man. You can bet on that. You'll be seeing plenty of me."
I grinned awkwardly.
"So long for now," I said.
"So long," R.V. replied.
"Wait up," Sam called. "I'll come with you."
"No," I said. "Come tomorrow. I'll have an answer from Mr. Tall for you by then. Bye."
I took off before either of them could say anything else.
R.V.'s interest in the disappearance of the animals worried me at first, but as I walked back to camp I began to relax. When all was said and done, he was only a hairy harmless human, while those of us in the Cirque Du Freak were strange, powerful beings. What could he possibly do to hurt us?