The phone rang again.
A dark stain of worry appeared on Earl’s face and grew darker even as Laura watched.
The phone rang, rang, and everyone seemed transfixed by the sound.
Earl said, ‘Hey, listen, there’s been a serious mistake here.
The phone rang.
Dan had clipped the detachable emergency beacon to the edge of the sedan’s roof. Although the car was unmarked, there was a siren too, and he used it and the flashing beacon to command the roadway ahead. Traffic pulled obediently out of his path. Considering the weather, he drove with too little regard for his own safety and for that of everyone else on the streets, plunging toward Westwood with uncharacteristic recklessness.
If someone had corrupted Ross Mondale — and that possibility was far from unthinkable — and had arranged for him to betray Melanie, Mondale would have had no difficulty whatsoever persuading Wexlersh and Manuello to cooperate in the scheme. They could go to the safe house, gain admission with their police ID, and take the child. They would probably have to kill Laura and Earl to cover up the treachery, but the more Dan thought about it, the more certain he became that they wouldn’t have any qualms about murder if they stood to gain enough from it. And they weren’t taking much of a risk because they could always say that they’d found the bodies when they arrived and that the child had already been missing when they got there.
He came to a place where the street passed beneath a freeway, and the depression in the pavement at the underpass was flooded, barring further progress. One car was stuck out in the middle of the whirling torrent, with water halfway up its doors, and several other vehicles were halted at the edge of the flood zone. A truck from the city’s department of streets had just arrived. Workers in reflective orange safety vests were setting up a pump and erecting barriers and starting to get traffic turned away and redirected, but for a minute or more Dan was caught in the jam-up, in spite of the flashing beacon on the roof of his sedan.
As he sat there, furious, cursing, blocked in by a car in front and a truck behind, rain drummed a monotonous rhythm on the roof and hood. The beat of each drop was like the tick of a precious second cast off by a clock, time raining away, valuable minutes streaming over him and pouring down the gutters.
* * *
The phone rang ten times, and each ring increased the tension in the room.
Earl knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t quite figure it out. He had met Wexlersh and Manuello before, and he’d heard stories about them, so he knew that they weren’t two of the sharpest men on the city’s payroll. They could be expected to make mistakes. And this was surely a mistake. Lonnie Beamer had said they were coming to put Laura and Melanie under police protection: he’d said nothing about a warrant for Earl’s arrest, and there couldn’t be a warrant because Earl hadn’t done anything illegal. From what Earl had heard of Wexlersh and Manuello, it would be like them to screw up, to come charging in here misinformed, confused, operating under the gross misapprehension that they had not merely been sent to protect the McCaffreys but to arrest him as well.
But why wouldn’t they answer the telephone? The call might be — probably was — for them. He couldn’t figure it. The phone finally stopped ringing. Briefly, the silence seemed as absolute as that in a vacuum. Then Earl again became aware of the pounding of rain on the roof and in the courtyard.
To his partner, Wexlersh said, ‘Cuff him.’
Earl said, ‘What the hell is this? You still haven’t told me what I’m being arrested for?’
As Manuello produced a pair of flexible and disposable plastic handcuffs from one of his jacket pockets, Wexlersh said, ‘We’ll read the charges when we get you to the stationhouse.’
They both seemed nervous, eager to get this over with. Why were they in such a hurry?
* * *
Dan swung hard off Wilshire Boulevard, onto Westwood Boulevard, heading south. He passed through a foot-deep puddle, and on both sides water plumed up as if vaguely phosphorescent wings had suddenly sprouted from the car.