WATCHERS by Dean R. Koontz

have gotten rid of it when Franny died. It was her car, after all. But . . . she

loved it so, her flashy white Mercedes, and I can remember the way she looked

when she was behind the wheel . . . I’d like you to take it.”

“A sixty-thousand-dollar getaway car?” Travis said, sliding one hand along the

polished hood. “That’s going on the run in style.”

“No one will be looking for it,” Garrison said. “Even if they do eventually

connect me with you two, they won’t know I’ve given you one of my cars.”

“We can’t accept something this expensive,” Nora said.

“Call it a loan,” the attorney told her. “When you’re finished with it, when

you’ve gotten another car, just park this one somewhere—a bus terminal, an

airport—and give me a call to tell me where it is. I can send someone to collect

it.”

Einstein put his forepaws on the driver’s door of the Mercedes and peered into

the car through the side window. He glanced at Travis and Nora and woofed as if

to say he thought they would be foolish if they turned down such an offer.

9

With Travis driving, they left Garrison Dilworth’s house at ten-fifteen

Wednesday night and took Route 101 north. By twelve-thirty they passed through

San Luis Obispo, went by Paso Robles at one o’clock in the morning. They stopped

for gasoline at a self-service station at two o’clock, an hour south of Salinas.

Nora felt useless. She was not even able to spell Travis at the wheel because

she did not know how to drive. To some extent, that was Violet Devon’s fault,

not Nora’s, just one more result of a lifetime of seclusion and oppression;

nonetheless, she felt utterly useless and was displeased with herself. But she

was not going to remain helpless the rest of her life. Damn it, no. She was

going to learn to drive and to handle firearms. Travis could teach her both

skills. Given his background, he could also instruct her in the martial arts,

judo or karate. He was a good teacher. He had certainly done a splendid job of

teaching her the art of lovemaking. That thought made her smile, and slowly her

highly self-critical mood abated.

For the next two and a half hours, as they drove north to Salinas and then on to

San Jose, Nora dozed fitfully. When not sleeping, she took comfort in the empty

miles they were putting behind them. On both sides of the highway, vast

stretches of farmland seemed to roll on to infinity under the frost-pale light

of the moon. When the moon set, they drove long stretches in unrelieved darkness

before spotting an occasional light at a farm or a cluster of roadside

businesses.

The yellow-eyed thing had tracked Einstein from the Santa Ana foothills in

Orange County to Santa Barbara—a distance of more than one hundred and

twenty-five air miles, Travis had said, and probably close to three hundred

miles on foot in the wilds—in three months. Not a fast pace. So if they went

three hundred air miles north from Santa Barbara before finding a place to hole

up in the San Francisco Bay area, maybe the stalker would not reach

them for seven or eight months. Maybe it would never reach them. Over how great

a distance could it sniff out Einstein? Surely, there were limits to its uncanny

ability to track the dog. Surely.

10

At eleven o’clock Thursday morning, Lemuel Johnson stood in the master bedroom

of the small house that Travis Cornell had rented in Santa Barbara. The dresser

mirror had been smashed. The rest of the room had been trashed as well, as if

The Outsider had been driven into a jealous rage upon seeing that the dog lived

in domestic comfort while it was forced to roam the wildlands and live in

comparatively primitive conditions.

In the debris that covered the floor, Lem found four silver-framed photographs

that had probably stood on the dresser or nightstands. The first was of Cornell

and an attractive blonde. By now Lem had learned enough about Cornell to know

that the blonde at his side must be his late wife, Paula. Another photo, a

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