Table of Contents
About the Author
Also by Stephen King
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
Gray Mercedes
Det. – Ret.
Under Debbie’s Blue Umbrella
Poison Bait
Call for the Dead
Kisses on the Midway
The Proclamation
Blue Mercedes
Author’s Note
About the Author
By Stephen King and published by Hodder & Stoughton
FICTION:
Carrie
’Salem’s Lot
The Shining
Night Shift
The Stand
The Dead Zone
Firestarter
Cujo
Different Seasons
Cycle of the Werewolf
Christine
Pet Sematary
IT
Skeleton Crew
The Eyes of the Dragon
Misery
The Tommyknockers
The Dark Half
Four Past Midnight
Needful Things
Gerald’s Game
Dolores Claiborne
Nightmares and Dreamscapes
Insomnia
Rose Madder
Desperation
Bag of Bones
The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon
Hearts in Atlantis
Dreamcatcher
Everything’s Eventual
From a Buick 8
Cell
Lisey’s Story
Duma Key
Just After Sunset
Stephen King Goes to the Movies
Under the Dome
Blockade Billy
Full Dark, No Stars
11.22.63
Doctor Sleep
The Dark Tower I: The Gunslinger
The Dark Tower II: The Drawing of the Three
The Dark Tower III: The Waste Lands
The Dark Tower IV: Wizard and Glass
The Dark Tower V: Wolves of the Calla
The Dark Tower VI: Song of Susannah
The Dark Tower VII: The Dark Tower
The Wind through the Keyhole: A Dark Tower Novel
By Stephen King as Richard Bachman
Thinner
The Running Man
The Bachman Books
The Regulators
Blaze
NON-FICTION:
Danse Macabre
On Writing (A Memoir of the Craft)
MR MERCEDES
A Novel
Stephen King
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Thinking of James M. Cain
They threw me off the hay truck about noon …
GRAY MERCEDES
April 9 – 10, 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 wasn’t. 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 baby’s cheeks were flushed with the cold; each exhale came with a faint rattle.
The woman heard Augie’s 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 we’ll catch a worm.’ He debated, thought what the hell, and stuck out his hand. ‘August Odenkirk. Augie. I was recently downsized. That’s 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. ‘I’m 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 didn’t have to be much of a mind reader to know what he was thinking. ‘There’s no one else. Literally no one. The girl down the street couldn’t stay all night even if I could pay her, and I just can’t. If I don’t get a job, I don’t know what we’ll do.’
‘Your parents couldn’t take her?’ Augie asked.
‘They live in Vermont. If I had half a brain, I’d take Patti and go there. It’s pretty. Only they’ve got their own problems. Dad says their house is underwater. Not literally, they’re not in the river or anything, it’s 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.’