who’ve come down with a bad case of the heebie-jeebies in all this open
space, but it isn’t as easy to dismiss all of us.”
Heather said, “So who’re we going to call, the county sheriff?” “Paul
Youngblood, then Travis Potter. They already suspect something’s wrong
out here–though, God knows, neither of them could have a clue that
it’s any-thing this wrong. With a couple of locals on our side,
there’s a chance the sheriff’s deputies might take us more
seriously.”
Carrying the shotgun with him, Jack went to the wall phone. He plucked
the handset off the cradle, listened, rattled the disconnect lever,
punched a couple of numbers, and hung up. “The line’s dead.” He had
suspected as much even as he started toward the phone.
After the incident with the computer, she knew that getting help wasn’t
going to be easy, she hadn’t wanted to think about the possibility
they were trapped.
“Maybe the storm brought down the lines,” Jack said. “Aren’t the phone
lines on the same poles as the power and we have power, so it wasn’t
the storm.” the pegboard, he snatched the keys to the Explorer and to
Eduardo’s Cherokee.
“Okay, let’s get the out of here. We’ll drive over to Paul and
Carolyn’s, call Travis from there.”
Heather tucked the yellow tablet into the waistband of her pants,
against her stomach, and zipped her ski-jacket over it. She took the
Micro Uzi and the Korth from the countertop, one in each hand. Toby
scooted off his chair, Falstaff came out from under the table and
padded directly to the connecting door between the kitchen and the
garage. The dog seemed to understand that they were getting out, and
he fully concurred with their decision.
Jack unlocked the door, opened it fast but warily, sing the threshold
with the shotgun held in front of him, as if he expected their enemy to
be in the garage.
flipped the light switch, looked left and right, and said, “Okay.”
Toby followed his father, with Falstaff at his side. Heather left
last, glancing back at the windows. ow. Nothing but cold cascades of
snow. Even with the lights on, the garage was murky. It was as chilly
as a walk-in refrigerator. The big sectional roll-up door rattled in
the wind, but she didn’t push the button to raise it, they would be
safer if they activated it with the remote from inside the Explorer.
While Jack made sure that Toby got in the back seat and buckled his
safety belt and that the dog was in as well, Heather hurried to the
passenger side. She watched the floor as she moved, convinced that
something was under the Explorer and would seize her by the ankles.
She remembered the dimly and briefly glimpsed presence on the other
side of the threshold when she had opened the door a crack in her dream
Friday night. Glistening and dark. Writhing and quick. Its full
shape had not been discernible, although she had perceived something
large, with vaguely serpentine coils. From memory she could clearly
recall its cold hiss of triumph before she had slammed the door and
exploded from the nightmare.
Nothing slithered from under either vehicle and grabbed at her,
however, and she made it safely into the front passenger seat of the
Explorer, where she put the heavy Uzi on the floor between her feet.
She held on to the revolver. “Maybe the snow’s too deep,” she said as
Jack leaned in the driver’s door and handed her the twelve-gage. She
braced the shotgun between her knees, butt against the floor, muzzle
aimed at the ceiling.
“The storm’s a lot worse than they predicted.” Getting behind the
wheel, slamming his door, he said, “It’ll be all right. We might push
a little snow here and there with the bumper, but I don’t think it’s
deep enough yet to be a big problem.”
“I wish we’d had that plow attached first thing.” Jack jammed the key
in the ignition, twisted the switch, but was rewarded only with
silence, not even the grinding of the starter. He tried again.
Nothing. He checked to be sure the Explorer wasn’t in gear. Tried a
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