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Frightened； she turned。 In the backwash of light from the motor home out on the highway； Chyna saw angels in the redwood grove。 Or so it seemed for a moment。 Regarding her were gentle faces； pale in the darkness； eyes luminous and inquisitive and kind。
But even in that meager moonlike glow； she was unable to sustain a hope of angels。 After a brief initial confusion； she realized that these creatures were a breed of coastal elk without antlers。
Six stood together in a fifteen…foot…wide space between this outer row of trees and the deeper growth； so close that Chyna could have been among them in three steps。 Their noble heads were lifted； ears pricked； gazes fixed intently on her。
The elk were curious； but although timid by nature； they seemed oddly unafraid of her。
Once； for two months； she and her mother had stayed on a ranch in Mendocino County； where a group of well…armed survivalists waited for the race wars that they believed would soon destroy the nation； and in that doomsday atmosphere； Chyna had spent as much time as possible exploring the surrounding countryside； hills and vales of singular beauty； groves of pines； golden fields where scattered Oaks stood…each alone and huge and black…limbed against the sky…and where small herds of coastal elk appeared from time to time； always keeping at a distance from human beings and their works。 She had stalked them not as a hunter but with awkward girlish guile； as shy as the elk themselves but irresistibly attracted to the tranquillity and the peace that they radiated in a world otherwise saturated with violence。
In those two months； she had never managed to get closer than eighty or ninety feet to the elk herds before they had reacted to her nonchalant approach； whidding to farther fields and ridges。
Now they had approached ber； vigilant but not frightened； as if they were the same elk of her childhood； at long last willing to believe in her peaceable intentions。
Coastal elk should have been somewhat closer to the sea； in the open meadows beyond the redwoods； where the grass was lush and green from the winter rains； where the grazing was good。 Although they were not strangers to the forest； their presence here； in the rainy predawn darkness； was remarkable。
Then she saw others in addition to the herd of six…one here； one there； and there a third； and still more…between trees； at a greater distance than the initial group。 Some were barely visible in the bosky grove； at the extreme reach of the backwash from the motor…home headlights； but she thought that there were as many as a dozen altogether； all standing at attention； as though transfixed by woodland music beyond human hearing。
Lightning spread branches across the sky； put down jagged roots toward the earth； and briefly brightened the grove sufficiently for Chyna to see all the elk more clearly than before。 More of them than she had thought。 In mist and ferns； among flowering red rhododendron； revealed'by fluttering leaves of light。 Heads lifted； their breath steaming from black nostrils。 Their eyes fixed on her。
She looked out at the highway。 The killer had given up trying to start the engine。 He put the Honda in gear； and it began to roll backward on the slightly sloped pavement。
After one last glance at the elk； Chyna stepped out from between the two redwoods。
The killer pulled the steering wheel hard to the right； letting the momentum of the car carry it backward in an arc until it was facing downhill。
Through sparse ferns and scattered clumps of bunch grass； Chyna approached the highway。 The weakness in her legs was gone； and her spasm of irresolution had passed。
Under the killer's guidance； the Honda coasted downhill and onto the right shoulder。
She could go after him； shoot him in the car or as he got out of the car。 But he was fifty yards away now； sixty； and he would surely see her ing。 She would have no hope of keeping the advantage of surprise； so she would have to shoot to kill； which would do Ariel no good at all； because with this bastard dead they would still have to search for the girl wherever she was hidden。 And they might never find her。 Besides； the creep probably had a gun on him； and if this turned into a shooting match； he would win； because he was far more practiced than she was…and bolder。
She had no one to whom she could turn。 As in childhood。
So now get out of sight quickly。 Don't be rash。 Wait for the ideal situation。 Pick the moment of the confrontation and control the showdown when it es。
Fierce lightning again； and a long hard crash of thunder like vast structures collapsing high in the night。
She reached the motor home。 Oh； God。 The driver's door stood open。 Oh；yesus。 Oh； God。 She couldn't do it。 She had to do it。 Downhill； on the shoulder； with a rattle of twisted steel； the Honda was coasting to a stop。
She had the revolver。 That made all the difference。 She was safe with the gun。
Who will save this girl hidden in a cellar； this girl ripeningfor this son…of…a…bitch bastard freak； this girl like me？ Who is ever there for frightened girls hidingin the backs ofclosets or under beds； who is ever there but twitchingpalmetto beetles？ Who will be there if not me； where will I be ifnot there； why is this the only choice…and when the answer is so obvious； why even ask why？
Downslope； the Honda came to a full stop。 With the revolver heavy in her hand； Chyna climbed into the cockpit and behind the steering wheel。 She swung around in the driver's seat； got up； and hurried back through the motor home； murmuring； 〃Jesus； Jesus；〃 telling herself that it was all right； this crazy thing she was doing； all right because this time she had the revolver。
But she wondered if even the gun would give her enough of an edge when the time arrived to go face…to…face with this man。
Of course a direct confrontation might never have to take place。 Chyna intended to hide until they arrived at his house and then find out where the girl was being held。 With that information； she would be able to go to the police； and they could nail this creep and free Ariel and…And what？ And in saving the girl； she would save herself。 From what； she was not sure。 From a life of merely surviving？ From the endless and fruitless struggle to understand？
Crazy； crazy； but there was no turning back now。 And in her heart she knew that risking all was less crazy than living a life that had no higher goal than survival。
As if thrown forward by the hard knocking of her heart； Chyna reached the rear of the motor home。 The closed door to the only bed…room。
Jesus。 She didn't want to go in there。 With Laura dead。 The man in the closet。 The sewing kit waiting to be used again。
Jesus。 But it was the best place to hide； so she opened the door and went in and closed the door behind her and eased to the left through the palpable darkness and put her back against the wall。
Maybe he wouldn't drive straight home。 He might stop at some point between here and there to e to the back of the motor home and have a look at his trophies。
Then she would kill him the instant that he stepped through the door。 Empty the revolver into him。 Take no chances。
With him dead； t