Stephen King - Mr. Mercedes

April 910, 2009

Augie Odenkirk had a 1997 Datsun that still ran well in spite of high mileage, but gas was expensive, especially for a man with no job, and City Center was on the far side of town, so he decided to take the last bus of the night. He got off at twenty past eleven with his pack on his back and his rolled-up sleeping bag under one arm. He thought he would be glad of the down-filled bag by three A.M. The night was misty and chill.

Good luck, man, the driver said as he stepped down. You ought to get something for just being the first one there.

Only he wasnt. When Augie reached the top of the wide, steep drive leading to the big auditorium, he saw a cluster of at least two dozen people already waiting outside the rank of doors, some standing, most sitting. Posts strung with yellow DO NOT CROSS tape had been set up, creating a complicated passage that doubled back on itself, mazelike. Augie was familiar with these from movie theaters and the bank where he was currently overdrawn, and understood the purpose: to cram as many people as possible into as small a space as possible.

As he approached the end of what would soon be a conga-line of job applicants, Augie was both amazed and dismayed to see that the woman at the end of the line had a sleeping baby in a Papoose carrier. The babys cheeks were flushed with the cold; each exhale came with a faint rattle.

The woman heard Augies slightly out-of-breath approach, and turned. She was young and pretty enough, even with the dark circles under her eyes. At her feet was a small quilted carry-case. Augie supposed it was a baby support system.

Hi, she said. Welcome to the Early Birds Club.

Hopefully well catch a worm. He debated, thought what the hell, and stuck out his hand. August Odenkirk. Augie. I was recently downsized. Thats the twenty-first-century way of saying I got canned.

She shook with him. She had a good grip, firm and not a bit timid. Im Janice Cray, and my little bundle of joy is Patti. I guess I got downsized, too. I was a housekeeper for a nice family in Sugar Heights. He, um, owns a car dealership.

Augie winced.

Janice nodded. I know. He said he was sorry to let me go, but they had to tighten their belts.

A lot of that going around, Augie said, thinking: You could find no one to babysit? No one at all?

I had to bring her. He supposed Janice Cray didnt have to be much of a mind reader to know what he was thinking. Theres no one else. Literally no one. The girl down the street couldnt stay all night even if I could pay her, and I just cant. If I dont get a job, I dont know what well do.

Your parents couldnt take her? Augie asked.

They live in Vermont. If I had half a brain, Id take Patti and go there. Its pretty. Only theyve got their own problems. Dad says their house is underwater. Not literally, theyre not in the river or anything, its something financial.

Augie nodded. There was a lot of that going around, too.

A few cars were coming up the steep rise from Marlborough Street, where Augie had gotten off the bus. They turned left, into the vast empty plain of parking lot that would no doubt be full by daylight tomorrow still hours before the First Annual City Job Fair opened its doors. None of the cars looked new. Their drivers parked, and from most of them three or four job-seekers emerged, heading toward the doors of the auditorium. Augie was no longer at the end of the line. It had almost reached the first switchback.

If I can get a job, I can get a sitter, she said. But for tonight, me and Patti just gotta suck it up.

The baby gave a croupy cough Augie didnt care for, stirred in the Papoose, and then settled again. At least the kid was bundled up; there were even tiny mittens on her hands.

Kids survive worse, Augie told himself uneasily. He thought of the Dust Bowl, and the Great Depression. Well, this one was great enough for him. Two years ago, everything had been fine. He hadnt exactly been living large in the hood, but he had been making ends meet, with a little left over at the end of most months. Now everything had turned to shit. They had done something to the money. He didnt understand it; hed been an office drone in the shipping department of Great Lakes Transport, and what he knew about was invoices and using a computer to route stuff by ship, train, and air.

People will see me with a baby and think Im irresponsible, Janice Cray fretted. I know it, I see it on their faces already, I saw it on yours. But what else could I do? Even if the girl down the street could stay all night, it would have cost eighty-four dollars. Eighty-four! Ive got next months rent put aside, and after that, Im skint. She smiled, and in the light of the parking lots high arc-sodiums, Augie saw tears beading her eyelashes. Im babbling.

No need to apologize, if thats what youre doing. The line had turned the first corner now, and had arrived back at where Augie was standing. And the girl was right. He saw lots of people staring at the sleeping kid in the Papoose.

Oh, thats it, all right. Im a single unmarried mother with no job. I want to apologize to everyone, for everything. She turned and looked at the banner posted above the rank of doors. 1000 JOBS GUARENTEED! it read. And below that: We Stand With the People of Our City!MAYOR RALPH KINSLER.

Sometimes I want to apologize for Columbine, and 9/11, and Barry Bonds taking steroids. She uttered a semi-hysterical giggle. Sometimes I even want to apologize for the space shuttle exploding, and when that happened I was still learning to walk.

Dont worry, Augie told her. Youll be okay. It was just one of those things that you said.

I wish it wasnt so damp, thats all. Ive got her bundled up in case it was really cold, but this damp She shook her head. Well make it, though, wont we, Patti? She gave Augie a hopeless little smile. It just better not rain.

It didnt, but the dampness increased until they could see fine droplets suspended in the light thrown by the arc-sodiums. At some point Augie realized that Janice Cray was asleep on her feet. She was hipshot and slump-shouldered, with her hair hanging in dank wings around her face and her chin nearly on her breastbone. He looked at his watch and saw it was quarter to three.

Ten minutes later, Patti Cray awoke and started to cry. Her mother (her baby mama, Augie thought) gave a jerk, voiced a horselike snort, raised her head, and tried to pull the infant out of the Papoose. At first the kid wouldnt come; her legs were stuck. Augie pitched in, holding the sides of the sling. As Patti emerged, now wailing, he could see drops of water sparkling all over her tiny pink jacket and matching hat.

Shes hungry, Janice said. I can give her the breast, but shes also wet. I can feel it right through her pants. God, I cant change her in thislook how foggy its gotten!

Augie wondered what comical deity had arranged for him to be the one in line behind her. He also wondered how in hell this woman was going to get through the rest of her lifeall of it, not just the next eighteen years or so when she would be responsible for the kid. To come out on a night like this, with nothing but a bag of diapers! To be that goddam desperate!

He had put his sleeping bag down next to Pattis diaper bag. Now he squatted, pulled the ties, unrolled it, and unzipped it. Slide in there. Get warm and get her warm. Then Ill hand in whatever doodads you need.