Scenes from the Secret History (The Secret History of the World) by F. Paul Wilson Page B

last month that he couldn’t explain… he didn’t know if they fit into Weezy’s Secret History, didn’t know if they fit anywhere, or if they were even real. 
    Weezy was convinced that the pyramid they’d found was connected to the Secret History.  And maybe it was… this was a picture of the mound where they’d found the body and the artifact, or rather what was left after those strange government men had dug it up in the night. 
    He glanced at it now on the floor and was once again struck by the mound’s strange outline.  As he looked he noticed something to the right of the mound…
    He picked it up for a closer look… a dark object or structure in a small clearing.  He’d never noticed it before.  But then again, the photo had been in Weezy’s possession all this time, so he’d never had much chance to study it.
    “Hey, Weez.  Where’s your magnifying glass?  Or did your folks throw that away too?”
    “Not funny.”
    She plucked a magnifier with a two-inch lens from a shelf above her desk and handed it to him.  Jack poised it over the area in question and felt a tingle of excitement across his neck as it grew larger and came into focus.
    “Oh, man, you’ve got to see this.”  He passed the lens and photo to her, then tapped the spot.  “Right there.” 
    He watched her brow furrow as she moved the lens up and down and around.
    “Hmmph.  Never noticed.”  She glanced up.  “Could be just a big rock.”
    “Yeah?  Take another look.  Count the sides.”
    He watched her eyes narrow to a squint as she complied, then widen.  She wore an entirely different expression when she looked up this time.
    “Six.”
    “Yeah.  Just like our pyramid.”
    A light sparked in her eyes.  “Actually it had seven if you count the base.  But this is bigger.  Much bigger.”  She frowned.  “Too big for them to steal.”
    Jack knew who “them” were but didn’t want her to get started on that now.
    “You got that right.  Want to take a look?”
    “You kidding?  Of course I–”
    “There you are!”
    Jack turned and saw Weezy’s portly brother standing in the doorway, twisting a Rubik’s Cube.  He had short, sandy hair and a pudgy body, and his striped rugby shirt gave him a definite Pugsley look.  Jack was tempted to remark on the Addams Family theme here in the Connell house, but held his tongue.  Eddie wouldn’t take kindly to the Pugsley comparison.
    But if Cousin Itt showed up…  
    “Hey Eddie.  I was just–”
    “No Berzerk today, man,” Eddie said, looking miffed.  “My dad’s booting me out of the house.  Wants me to ‘enjoy the outdoors.’  Can you believe it?”  He shook his head sadly.  “Boracious.”
    Eddie was not a fan of the outdoors, unless it meant sitting in the shade with a copy of Uncanny X-Men .
    Jack pointed to the Rubik’s Cube that had become Eddie’s latest obsession.  “Hey, anytime you want me to straighten that out for you, let me know.”
    He gave a wry grin.  “Yeah, right.  Like you could.”
    Jack shrugged. “Just trying to help the helpless.”
    Eddie glanced at his sister stretched on the bed and his grin turned evil.  “You too, cave girl.  He wants us both out in the”–he grabbed his throat and made a strangled sound–”fresh air.”
    “We were just leaving,” Jack said.
    “Where to?”
    “The Pines.”
    Eddie shook his head.  “No way.  Last time I was in there with you two we found a dead guy, and pretty soon a whole bunch of guys were dead.”
    Jack shrugged.  “Look at it this way: How many times can that happen?  Chances of finding another dead guy are almost zilch.”
    “You guarantee that?”
    “Let’s go,” was all Jack said.
    He knew nothing was guaranteed in the Pines.
     
    2
    They finally convinced him to come along.  Jack was leading the way off Adams onto North Franklin when he spotted a familiar blond-haired kid on a bike.
    “Hey, Cody!” Jack called.  “I thought you were going