Bound together by their childhood loss, John reluctantly teams up with Jessica, Marla, and Carlton to solve the case and find the missing children.
Along the way, they'll unravel the twisted mystery of what really happened to Charlie, and the haunting legacy of her father's creations. Get BOOK. Meanwhile, there's a new animatronic. John peered through the door between them, his breath clouding the near-transparent barrier, then suddenly the eyes snapped open. The figure stood placidly before him, the eyes fixed on nothing.
They were clouded, and unmoving—dead. Someone laughed, a frantic, mirthless sound that echoed in the small, sealed room, and John looked wildly around for the source. The laughter rose in pitch, growing louder and louder. John covered his ears with his hands as the piercing noise became unbearable. John jerked awake, his heart racing: the laughter went on, following him out of the dream.
John sat up, rubbing his cheek where his watch had been pressing into it. He checked the time, then breathed a sigh of relief—he had just enough time to get to work.
He sat back, taking a moment to catch his breath. On the TV screen, a local news anchor was holding a mic up for a man dressed as a circus clown, complete with a painted face, a red nose, and a rainbow-colored wig.
Around his neck was a collar that looked like it belonged in a Renaissance painting, and he was wearing a full yellow clown suit, with red pompoms for buttons. John closed his eyes, trying to blot it out: the vibrations resounded in his chest, filling him up, and amid the noise the sound of desperate laughter suddenly rang in his ears. John shrugged, gesturing at the chaos around them. John hesitated. Just let me know if you change your mind. John watched him stride away. Maybe that would be for the best.
Now what? It was the foreman, shouting at him from the door of his standalone office, a trailer that had been brought onsite for the duration of the construction and sat precariously on a dirt ledge. Moments later he was standing across a folding table from the foreman, the plastic wood-textured paneling barely holding to the walls surrounding him. Oliver smiled, unconvincingly. John dropped the smile, startled.
Oliver sighed. I overlooked the fact that you walked off your last job and never came back. You know I took a risk on you?
I think these are good guys out there, too. Get out. The dressing-down had taken up the last few minutes of his workday; he helped Sergei put away some of the equipment, then headed to his car with a muttered good-bye.
John stopped. Sergei pressed. It was old and brownish-red, something that might have been cool in high school. He sat heavily, a plume of dust shooting out the sides of the car seat as he dropped onto it.
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