Quicksilver

by Dean Koontz

“Sparky Rainking, my grandfather. What’ve you done with Sparky Rainking?” “I didn’t do anything to him. I never met Sparky Rainking. I don’t want to meet him. Seems like it’s dangerous to know Sparky.” In silence, she seethed at me for a moment. She scanned the barn again, and then she looked me up and down. “Where’s your suit?” “I don’t own a suit.” “Then you’re not one of them?” “They’re all about the suit. How could I be one of them if I don’t have a suit? You do know who they are, don’t you?” “Oh, yeah. Yeah, I know who they are. Internal Security Agency Nazi zombies.” Suddenly alarmed, she said, “Oh, shit. I remember now. More of them are coming.” She turned away from me and ran toward where the barn door had once been. Hurrying after her, I said, “Where are you going?” “I think I know what they did with Grandpa Sparky.”