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A Measure of Darkness is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the authors imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright 2018 by Jonathan Kellerman and Jesse Kellerman

All rights reserved.

Published in the United States by Ballantine Books, an imprint of Random House, a division of Penguin Random House LLC, New York.

B ALLANTINE and the H OUSE colophon are registered trademarks of Penguin Random House LLC.

LIBRARY OF CONGRESS CATALOGING-IN-PUBLICATION DATA

Names: Kellerman, Jonathan, author. | Kellerman, Jesse, author.

Title: A measure of darkness: a novel / Jonathan Kellerman and Jesse Kellerman.

Description: First edition. | New York: Ballantine Books, [2018]

Identifiers: LCCN 2018006315 | ISBN 9780399594632 (hardback) | ISBN 9780399594649 (Ebook)

Subjects: LCSH: Psychological fiction. | BISAC: FICTION / Suspense. | FICTION / Fantasy / Contemporary. | FICTION / Psychological. | GSAFD: Suspense fiction.

Classification: LCC PS3561.E3865 M43 2018 | DDC 813/.54dc23 LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2018006315

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Contents
ONE
The House on Almond Street
CHAPTER 1
Friday, December 21

They were going to have a nice evening together. Hattie had been planning for a week, since Isaiah called to tell her he was home from school. He wanted to know was it okay for him to come by and pay her a visit.

Okay? How could it not be? Hattie couldnt remember when shed last seen her grandson. That distressed her, both the not-seeing and the not-remembering. A year? Maybe longer. Too long, at any rate.

It got lonely. She didnt get many visitors. People had their own lives. Her children had gone and gotten children for themselves. Theyd found places in the world. That alone was proof of a life well lived.

It got lonely, though.

CurtisIsaiahs father, her youngestmade the drive down once a month or so. Youd think it was a thousand miles instead of forty. Hattie sometimes made up reasons to call him. The kitchen outlets did go bad a lot. Standing at the breaker box, he would remind her again in that weary patient way of his that the whole sub-panel needed replacing.

Her baby boy, graying. It must have happened at some point that she stopped scolding him and it started coming back the other way. There must have been a day.

She couldnt remember that, either.

The neighborhoods changing he said.

She fixed coffee and let him make his case. They were fleeing the city, pouring over the bridge. Computer people. Couldnt be stopped. They wanted to be near the train. Ten minutes to downtown San Francisco. They paid cash. Did she know what she could get for this old place?

He took after his own father. Unsentimental.

Its too much house for one person he said.

And where was she supposed to live, according to this plan?

With us.

Hattie snorted. I guess you didnt ask Tina how she feels about that.

Mom, please. Shed love to have you.

He was missing the point. Change was nothing new to her. All her life shed lived in Oakland, half those years on Almond Street, and never could she remember the scenery standing still. Now he expected her to pick up and run? What from? White folks wielding new countertops?

Shed weathered worse.

Not to say she wasnt tempted. Most of her friends had left, passed on, or else lost their leases. Curtis wasnt the only one trying to show her the light. Real estate agents kept calling her up, knocking on her door, sliding their slick postcards into her mailbox.

Please call me to discuss an exciting opportunity.

Once she went to put out the trash, and a young fellow in a jacket and tie appeared at her side. Hattie thought he must have been sitting in his car, waiting for her. Like an eel, darting out from the rocks to snap. He offered to bring the can down to the curb for her.

No, thank you, she could manage on her own.

He left her with a card ( SEAN GODWIN , LICENSED REALTOR ) and a sheet of paper listing recent neighborhood sales. On Almond Street alone there were three, including the big wreck across the street. A ruined beauty, with a cratered roof, blank window frames, walls spray-painted in wrathful scrawls. Hatties eyes nearly fell out of her head when she saw the price. She counted the string of zeros and expected bulldozers any day.

The buyer was a white lady, with other ideas. Plank by plank, dab by dab, the skeleton knit itself back together, grew flesh, skin, acquired a healthful glow. Hattie monitored the process through her curtains. A crew of Spanish men did the heavy work. Often, though, she saw the lady herself out there, her and her husband, or boyfriend more likely, smoking and laughing as they rolled paint, drove out a horde of raccoons. Or the lady alone, wearing overalls to hang wire for a chicken coop. Planting bamboo that rose to shut out the world.

Everything changes, nothing remains. Hattie knew that. She accepted it. Truth be told it excited her a littlethe unexpected. Her husband, God rest him, called her a dreamer. She used to hide her mystery novels under the kitchen sink so he wouldnt lecture her.

For this reason, perhaps, she harbored a particular closeness to Isaiah: he was a dreamer, too.

I might come by and see you, Grandma. Is that okay?

Was it okay.

Hattie baked a coconut cake.


I SAIAH CLOCKED HER disappointment as soon as she opened the door. Shed begun moving in for a kiss, freezing as her eye picked out the metal bead snugged in the crease beneath his lower lip, as though it might sting her.

He was going to have to take the initiative. He brought her into his arms and held her against him, smelling her scalp, the floral bite of her hairspray. She felt like straw.

Good to see you, Grandma.

You too, honey.

She didnt say a word about the stud. He did catch her staring over dinner, or maybe that was him being paranoid. On the train down, hed thought about taking it out, but he wasnt supposed to do that for a month or the hole could close up. He was aware of gumming up consonantsF, V, P, Bthe backing clicking against his teeth. Certain foods presented a challenge. Hattie had prepared enough for ten. Chicken, beans, yams. He didnt dare refuse. He chewed with purpose, seated beneath the portrait of Grandpa William in his starched Navy uniform.

How are your parents? she said.

Fine. His mother had seen the piercing and sighed. Isaiah. Really. They say hi.

Tell me about school. What classes are you taking?

Structure of the Family, Imagining Ethnography, Comp 2, American Cultural Methodologies. Hed settled on sociology as a major.

Next semester I have a class on interviewing, he said. Im gonna call you up.

Me? She waved him away. What for?

But he could tell she was pleased. Youve seen some things, he said.

Im old, you mean.

Grandma.

Its all right, she said. I am old.

She carried his empty plate into the kitchen, returning with a high cake smothered in coconut flakes and thick buttercream frosting. She fetched clean plates and a knife and bent to cut him a huge slice. He was trying to figure out how to decline when from out in the street came a deafening belch of static.

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