CHASE By Dean R. Koontz
CHASE By Dean R. Koontz
1
1971.
Bruce Springsteen wasn’t famous in 1971. Neither was Tom Cruise, a mere schoolboy. Julia Roberts haunted no young men’s dreams. Robin Williams, Steve Martin, Arnold Schwarzenegger – their fortunes were as yet unmade.
Richard Milhous Nixon was President of the United States. The war in Vietnam raged. In Wilmington, North Carolina, January was a time of violence against black citizens-arson, bombings, shootings. At the Attica Correctional Facility in New York State, the bloodiest prison riot in U.S. history claimed forty-three lives.
The best-seller list of The New York Times included The Winds of War by Herman Wouk and Another Roadside Attraction by Tom Robbins.
The movies: The French Connection, A Clockwork Orange, Klute, Carnal Knowledge, The Last Picture Show.
The music: Carole King, John Denver, John Lennon on his own, Led Zeppelin, Elton John just beginning.
Cigarette sales in the United States topped five hundred and forty-seven billion. J. C. Penney died at the age of ninety-five. As many as five hundred thousand Soviet citizens perished in the Gulags during those twelve months – evidence of government restraint.
It was a different time. A different world.
The term “serial killer” was unknown. And “sociopath.”
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AT SEVEN O’CLOCK, SEATED ON THE PLATFORM AS THE GUEST OF HONOR, Ben Chase was served a bad roast-beef dinner while dignitaries talked at him from both sides, breathing over his salad and his half-eaten fruit cup.
At eight o’clock the mayor rose to deliver a boring panegyric to the city’s most famous Vietnam War hero. Half an hour after he began, he finally presented Chase with a special scroll detailing his supposed accomplishments and restating the city’s pride in him.
Chase was also given the keys to a new Mustang convertible, which he had not been expecting. It was a gift from the Merchants’ Association.
By nine-thirty Benjamin Chase was escorted from the Iron Kettle Restaurant to the parking lot where his new car waited. It was an eight-cylinder job with a sports package that included automatic transmission with a floor shift, bucket seats, side mirrors, white-wall tires – and a wickedly sparkling black paint job that contrasted nicely with the crimson racing stripes over the trunk and hood.
At ten minutes after ten, having posed for newspaper photographs with the mayor and the officers of the Merchants’ Association, having expressed his gratitude to everyone present, Chase drove away in his reward.
At twenty minutes past ten he passed through the suburban development known as Ashside, doing slightly more than one hundred miles an hour in a forty-mile-an-hour zone. He crossed three-lane Galasio Boulevard against the light, turned a corner at such speed that he briefly lost control, and sheared off a traffic sign.
At ten-thirty he started up the long slope of Kanackaway Ridge Road, trying to see if he could hold the speed at one hundred all the way to the summit. It was a dangerous bit of play, but he did not care if he killed himself.
Perhaps because the car had not yet been broken in, or perhaps because it simply had not been designed for that kind of driving, it wouldn’t perform as he wished. Although he held the accelerator to the floor, the speedometer registered only eighty miles per hour by the time that he was two thirds of the way up the winding road; it fell to seventy when he crested the rise.
He took his foot off the accelerator – the fire of anger having burned out of him for the moment – and let the sleek machine glide along the flat stretch of two-lane blacktop along the ridge above the city.
Below lay a panorama of lights to stir the hearts of lovers. Though the left side of the road lay against a sheer rock wall, the right was maintained as a park. Fifty yards of grassy verge, dotted with shrubs, separated the street from an iron and concrete railing near the brink of the cliff. Beyond the railing, the streets of the city far below seemed like a miniature electric map, with special concentrations of light toward the downtown area and out near the Gateway Mall shopping center.