He shook his head. “No one is beyond the law.”
“They are, Doctor. It’d take me an hour to explain to you why they are. and then you probably wouldn’t believe me. But I beg of you, unless you want our deaths on your conscience, keep your mouth shut about our being here. Not just for a few days but forever.”
“Well …”
Studying him, she knew it was no use. She remembered what he had told her in the foyer earlier, when she had warned him not to lie about the presence of other people in the house: He did not lie. he said, because always telling the truth made life simpler; telling the truth was a lifelong habit. Hardly forty-five minutes later, she knew him well enough to believe that he was indeed an unusually truthful f man. Even now, as she begged him to keep their visit secret, he was I not able to tell the lie that would placate her and get her out of his office. He stared at her guiltily and could not tease the falsehood from his tongue. He would do his duty when she left; he would file a police report. The cops would look for her at her house near Big Bear, where they would discover the blood if not the bodies of the time travelers, and where they would find hundreds of expended bullets, shattered windows, slug-pocked walls. By tomorrow or the next day the story would be splashed across the newspapers. . . .
The airliner that had flown overhead more than half an hour ago might not have been a passing jet, after all. It might well have been what she had first thought it was—very distant thunder, fifteen or twenty miles away.
More thunder on a night without rain.
“Doctor, help me get him dressed,” she said, indicating her guardian on the table beside them. “Do at least that much for me, since you’re going to betray me later.”
He winced visibly at the word betray.
Earlier she’d sent Chris upstairs to get one each of Brenkshaw’s shirts, sweaters, jackets, slacks, a pair of his socks, and shoes. The physician was not as muscular and trim as her guardian, but they were approximately the same size.
At the moment the wounded man was wearing only his bloodstained pants, but Laura knew there would not be time to put all the clothes on him. “Just help me get him into the jacket, Doctor. I’ll take the rest and dress him later. The jacket will be enough to protect him from the cold.”
Reluctantly lifting the unconscious man into a sitting position on the examination table, the doctor said, “He shouldn’t be moved.” Ignoring Brenkshaw, struggling to pull the wounded man’s right arm through the sleeve of the warmly lined corduroy jacket, Laura said. “Chris, go to the waiting room at the front of the house. It’s dark in there. Don’t turn on the lights. Go to the windows and give the street a good looking over, and for God’s sake don’t let yourself be seen.”
“You think they’re here?” the boy asked fearfully. “If not now, they will be soon,” she said, working her guardian’s left arm through the other jacket sleeve.
“What’re you talking about?” Brenkshaw asked, as Chris dashed into the adjoining office and on into the dark waiting room. Laura didn’t answer. “Come on, let’s get him in the wheel-chair.
Together, they lifted the wounded man off the examination table, into the chair, and buckled a restraining strap around his waist.
As Laura was gathering up the other clothes and the two quart-sized jars of drugs, making a bundle, padding the clothes around the jars and tying it all together in the shirt, Chris raced back from the waiting room. “Mom, they’re just pulling up outside, it must be them, two cars full of men across the street, six or eight of ’em, anyway. What’re we going to do?”
“Damn,” she said, “we can’t get to the Jeep now. And we can’t go out the side door because they might see us from the front.” Brenkshaw headed toward his office. “I’ll call the police—” “No!” She put the bundle of clothes and drugs on the wheelchair between her guardian’s legs, put her purse there, too, and snatched up the Uzi and .38 Chief’s Special. “There’s no time, damn you. They’ll be in here in a couple of minutes, and they’ll kill us. You’ve got to help me get the wheelchair out the back, down the rear porch steps.”