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like the truth； including…and especially the taunts about young Ariel。
The killer must be inside。 Chyna went forward again and leaned over the driver's seat to look at the ignition。 The keys weren't there。 They weren't in the console box either。
She slipped into the copilot's seat； feeling frightfully exposed in spite of the blurring rain that washed down the windows。 She could find nothing in the console box； in the shallow glove box； in either door pouch； or under either front seat that revealed the name of the owner or anything else about him。
rie woulu oe returning soon。 V or some demented reason； he had gone to a lot of trouble and taken risks to bring the cadavers； and most likely he would not leave them in the motor home for long。
The obscuring rain made it difficult for her to be sure； but she thought that the drapes were drawn at the first…floor windows on this side of the house。 Consequently； the killer would not casually glance out and spot her when she stepped from the motor home。 She couldn't see the pair of second…floor windows half as well as those lower down； but they also might be draped。
She cracked open the door； and a cold knife of wind thrust at her through the gap。 She got out and closed the door behind her as quietly as possible。
The sky was low and turbulent。 Forested hills rose rank after rank behind the house； vanishing into the pearly mist。 Chyna sensed mountains looming above the hills in the overcast； they would still be capped with snow this early in th spring。
She hurried to the flagstone steps and went up onto the porch； ou of the rain； but it was ing down so hard that already she was soaked again。 She stood with her back to the rough wall。
Windows flanked the front door； and the drapes were drawn behind the nearer of the two。
Music inside。 Swing music。 She stared out at the meadows； along the lane that led from the house to the top of a low hill and thence out of sight。 Perhaps； beyond the hill； other houses stood along that unpaved track； where she would find people who could help her。
But who had ever helped her before； all these long years？ She remembered the two brief stops that had awakened her； and she suspected that the motor home had passed through a gate。 Nevertheless； even if this was a private driveway； it would lead sooner or later to a public road； where she would find assistance from residents or passing motorists。
The top of the hill was approximately a quarter of a mile from the house。 This was a lot of open ground to cover before she would be out of sight。 If he saw her； he would probably be able to chase her down before she got away。
And she still didn't know that this was his house。 Even if it was his house； she couldn't be sure that this was where he kept Ariel。 If Chyna brought back the authorities and Ariel wasn't here； then the killer might never tell them where to find the girl。
She had to be sure that Ariel was in the basement。 But if the girl was here； then when Chyna came back with the cops； the killer might barricade himself in the house。 It would take a SWAT team to pry him out of the place…and before they got to him； he might kill Ariel and mit suicide。
In fact； that was almost certainly how it would play out as soon as any cops showed up。 He would know that his freedom was at an end； that his games were over； that he would have no more fin； and all he would see available to him was one last； apocalyptic celebration of madness。
Chyna couldn't bear to lose this imperiled girl so soon after losing Laura； failing Laura。 Intolerable。 She couldn't keep failing people as； all her life； others had iailed her。 Meaning wasn't to be found in psychology classes and textbooks but in caring； in hard sacrifice； in faith； in action。 She didn't want to take these risks。 She wanted to live…but for someone other than herself At least now she had a gun。 And the advantage of surprise。 Earlier； at the Templeton house and in the motor home and then at the service station； she'd also had the advantage of surprise； but she hadn't been in possession of the revolver。
She realized that she was arguing herself into taking the most dangerous course of action open to her； making excuses for going into the house。 Going into the house was obviously crazy； Jesus； a totally crazy move； Jesus； but she was striving hard to rationalize it； because she had already made up her mind that this was what she was going to do。
ing out of the motor home； the woman has a gun in her right hand。 It looks as if it might be a … 3 8 … perhaps a Chief's Special。
This is a popular weapon with some cops。 But this woman doesn't move like a cop； doesn't handle the weapon as a cop would…although clearly she is somewhat fortable with a gun。
No； she's definitely not an officer of the law。 Something else。 Something weird。
Mr。 Vess has never been so intrigued by anyone as he is by this spunky little lady； this mysterious adventurer。 She's a real treat。
The moment she sprints from the motor home to the house and out of sight； Vess moves from the window on the south wall of his bedroom to the window on the east wall。 It is also covered by a blue drape； which he parts。
No sign of her。 He waits； holding his breath； but she doesn't head east along the lane。 After half a minute or so； he knows that she isn't going to run。
If she had taken off； she would have sorely disappointed him。 He doesn't think of her as a person who would run。 She is bold。 He wants her to be bold。
Had she run； he would have sent the dogs after her； not with instructions to kill but merely to detain。 Then he would have retrieved her to question her at his leisure。
But sbe is ing to bim。 For whatever unimaginable reason； she will follow him into the house。 With her revolver。
He will need to be cautious。 But oh； what fun he is having。 Her gun only makes the game more intense。
The front porch is immediately below this window； but he isn't able to see it because of the overhanging roof。 The mystery woman is somewhere on the porch。 He canfeel her close； perhaps directly under him。
He retrieves his pistol from the nightstand and glides quietly across the wall…to…wall carpet into the open doorway。 He steps into the hall and quickly to the head of the enclosed stairs； where he stops。 He can see only the landing below； not the living room； but he listens。
If she opens the front door； he will know； because one of the hinges makes a dry ratcheting sound。 It's not a loud noise； but it is distinctive。 Because he's listening specifically for that corroded hinge； not even the drumming of the rain on the roof； the pounding of the shower into e bathtub； and 〃In the Mood〃 on the radio can entirely mask the sound。
Crazy。 But she was going to do it。 For Ariel。 For Laura。 But also for herself。 Maybe most of all for herself。
After all these years under beds； in closets； in attic shadows…no more hiding。 After all these years of getting by； keeping her head down； drawing no attention to herself…suddenly she had to do something or explode。 She'd been living in a prison since the day she'd been bom； even after leaving her mother； a prison of fear and shame and lowered expectations； and she'd been s