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〃Okay。〃 Gennaro put the bundle in the back； and Muldoon got behind the wheel。 He accelerated； the wheels spinning in the mud； then digging in。 The Jeep rushed up the hill； and for a moment at the top the headlights still pointed upward into the foliage； and then they swung down； and Gennaro could see the road before them。
〃Jesus；〃 Muldoon said。
Gennaro saw a single Land Cruiser； lying on its side in the center of the road。 He couldn't see the second Land Cruiser at all。 〃Where's the other car？〃
Muldoon looked around briefly； pointed to the left。 〃There。〃 The second Land Cruiser was twenty feet away； crumpled at the foot of a tree。
〃What's it doing there？〃
〃The T…rex threw it。〃
〃Threw it？〃 Gennaro said。
Muldoon's face was grim。 〃Let's get this over with；〃 he said； climbing out of the Jeep。 They hurried forward to the second Land Cruiser。 Their flashlights swung back and forth in the night。
As they came closer； Gennaro saw how battered the car was。 He was careful to let Muldoon look inside first。
〃I wouldn't worry；〃 Muldoon said。 〃It's very unlikely we'll find anyone。〃
〃No？〃
〃No；〃 he said。 He explained that； during his years in Africa； he had visited the scenes of a half…dozen animal attacks on humans in the bush。 One leopard attack： the leopard had torn open a tent in the night and taken a three…year…old child。 Then one buffalo attack in Amboseli； two lion attacks； one croc attack in the north； near Meru。 In every case； there was surprisingly little evidence left behind。
Inexperienced people imagined horrific proofs of an animal attack…torn limbs left behind in the tent； trails of dripping blood leading away into the bush； bloodstained clothing not far from the campsite。 But the truth was； there was usually nothing at all； particularly if the victim was small； an infant or a young child。 The person just seemed to disappear； as if he had walked out into the bush and never e back。 A predator could kill a child just by shaking it； snapping the neck。 Usually there wasn't any blood。
And most of the time you never found any other remains of the victims。 Sometimes a button from a shirt； or a sliver of rubber from a shoe。 But most of the time； nothing。
Predators took children…they preferred children…and they left nothing behind。 So Muldoon thought it highly unlikely that they would ever find any remains of the children。
But as he looked in now； he had a surprise。 〃I'll be damned；〃 he said。
Muldoon tried to put the scene together。 The front windshield of the Land Cruiser was shattered； but there wasn't much glass nearby。 He had noticed shards of glass back on the road。 So the windshield must have broken back there； before the tyrannosaur picked the car up and threw it here。 But the car had taken a tremendous beating。 Muldoon shone his light inside。
〃Empty？〃 Gcnnaro said； tensely。
〃Not quite；〃 Muldoon said。 His flashlight glinted off a Crushed radio handset； and on the floor of the car he saw something else； something curved and black。 The front doors were dented and jammed shut； but he climbed in through the back door and crawled over the seat to pick up the black object。
〃It's a watch；〃 he said； peering at it in the beam of his flashlight。 A cheap digital watch with a molded black rubber strap。 The LCD face was shattered； He thought the boy might have been wearing it； though he wasn't sure。 But it was the kind of watch a kid would have。
〃What is it； a watch？〃 Gennaro said。
〃Yes。 And there's a radio； but it's broken。〃
〃Is that significant？〃
〃Yes。 And there's something else。 。 。 。 〃 Muldoon sniffed。 There was a sour odor inside the car。 He shone the light around until he saw the vomit dripping off the side door panel。 He touched it： still fresh。 〃One of the kids may still be alive；〃 Muldoon said。
Gennaro squinted at him。 〃What makes you think so？〃
〃The watch；〃 Muldoon said。 〃The watch proves it。〃 He banded the watch to Gennaro； who held it in the glow of the flashlight； and turned it over in his hands。
〃Crystal is cracked；〃 Gennaro said。
〃That's right；〃 Muldoon said。 〃And the band is uninjured。〃
〃Which means？〃
〃The kid took it off；〃
〃That could have happened anytime；〃 Gennaro said。 〃Anytime before the attack。〃
〃No；〃 Muldoon said。 〃Those LCD crystals are tough。 It takes a powerful blow to break them。 The watch face was shattered during the attack。〃
〃So the kid took his watch off。〃
〃Think about it；〃 Muldoon said。 〃If you were being attacked by a tyrannosaur； would you stop to take your watch off？〃
〃Maybe it was torn off。〃
〃It's almost impossible to tear a watch off somebody's wrist； without tearing the band off； too。 Anyway； the band is intact。 No；〃 Muldoon said。 〃The kid took it off himself。 He looked at his watch； saw it was broken； and took it off。 He had the time to do that。〃
〃When？〃
〃It could only have been after the attack；〃 Muldoon said。 〃The kid must have been in this car； after the attack。 And the radio was broken； so he left it behind； too。 He's a bright kid； and he knew they weren't useful。〃
〃If he's so bright；〃 Gennaro said； 〃where'd he go？ Because I'd stay right here and wait to be picked up。〃
〃Yes；〃 Muldoon said。 〃But perhaps he couldn't stay here。 May the tyrannosaur came back。 Or some other animal。 Anyway； something made him leave。〃
〃Then where'd he go？〃 Gennaro said；
〃Let's see if we can determine that；〃 Muldoon said； and he strode off toward the main road。
Gennaro watched Muldoon peering at the ground with his flashlight。 His face was just inches from the mud； intent on his search。 Muldoon really believed he was on to something； that at least one of the kids was still alive。 Gennaro remained unimpressed。 The shock of finding the severed leg had left him with a grim determination to close the park； and destroy it。 No matter what Muldoon said； Gennaro suspected him of unwarranted enthusiasm； and hopefulness； and…
〃You notice these prints？〃 Muldoon asked； still looking at the ground。 〃What prints？〃 Gennaro said。
〃These footprints…see them； ing toward us from up the road？…and they're adult…size prints。 Some kind of rubber…sole sboe。 Notice the distinctive tread pattern。
Gennaro saw only mud。 Puddles catching the light from the flashlights。
〃You can see；〃 Muldoon continued； 〃the adult prints e to here； where they're joined by other prints。 Small； and medium…size 。 。 。 moving around in circles； overlapping 。 。 。 almost as if they're standing together； talking。 。 。 。 But now here they are； they seem to be running。 He pointed off。 〃There。 Into the park。〃
Gennaro shook his head。 〃You can see whatever you want in this mud。〃
Muldoon got to his feet and stepped back。 He looked down at the ground and sighed。 〃Say what you like； I'll wager one of the kids survived。 And maybe both。 Perhaps even an adult as well； if these big prints belong to someone other than Regis； We've got to search the park。〃
〃Tonight？〃 Gennaro said。
But Muldoon wasn't listening。 He had walked away； toward an embankment of soft earth； near a drainpipe for rain。 He crouched again。 〃What was that little girl wearing？〃
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