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girl's cheek； put it to her own face； the dizzy spell passed as abruptly as it had e。 Until the ambulance arrived； she was responsible for the injured girl； and she was determined not to fail in that responsibility。
Huffing slightly； the portly man hurried back with the first…aid kit。 Carol took one of the tongue depressors out of its crisp cellophane wrapper…just in case。
A police car rounded the corner and stopped behind the Volkswagen。 Its revolving emergency beacons splashed red light across the wet pavement and appeared to transform the puddles of rainwater into pools of blood。
As the squad car's siren died with a growl； another； more distant siren became audible。 To Carol； that warbling； high…pitched wail was the sweetest sound in the world。
The horror is almost over； she thought。
But then she looked at the girl's chalk…white face； and her relief was clouded with doubt。 Perhaps the horror wasn't over after all； perhaps it had only just begun。
Upstairs； Paul walked slowly from room to room； listening to the hammering sound。
Thunk。 。 。 thunk。。。
The source was still overhead。 In the attic。 Or on the roof。
The attic stairs were behind a paneled door at the end of the second…floor hallway。 They were narrow； unpainted； and they creaked as Paul climbed them。
Although the attic had full flooring； it was not otherwise a finished room。 The construction of the walls was open for inspection； the pink fiber glass insulation； which somewhat resembled raw meat； and the regularly spaced supporting studs； like ribs of bone； were visible。 Two naked； hundred…watt bulbs furnished light； and shadows coiled everywhere； especially toward the eaves。 For all of its length and for half of its width； the attic was high enough to allow Paul to walk through it without stooping。
The patter of rain on the roof was more than just a patter up here。 It was a steady hissing； a soft； all…enpassing roar。
Nevertheless； the other sound was audible above the drumming of the rain： Thunk。。 。 thunk…thunk。。。
Paul moved slowly past stacks of cardboard cartons and other items that had been consigned to storage： a pair of large touring trunks； an old six…pronged coat rack； a tarnished brass floor lamp； two busted…out； cane…bottomed chairs that he intended to restore some day。 A thin film of whitish dust draped shroudlike over all the contents of the room。
Thunk。 。 。 thunk。。。
He walked the length of the attic； then slowly returned to the center of it and stopped。 The source of the sound seemed to be directly in front of his face； only inches away。 But there was nothing here that could possibly be the cause of the disturbance； nothing moved。
Thunk。。 。 thunk。 。 thunk。 。 。 thunk。。。
Although the hammering was softer now than it had been a few minutes ago； it was still solid and forceful； it reverberated through the frame of the house。 The pounding had acquired a monotonously simple rhythm； too； each blow was separated from the ones before and after it by equal measures of time； resulting in a pattern not unlike the beating of a heart。
Paul stood in the attic； in the dust； smelling the musty odor mon to all unused places； trying to get a fix on the sound； trying to understand how it could be ing out of thin air； and gradually his attitude toward the disturbance changed。 He had been thinking of it as nothing more than the audible evidence of storm damage to the house； as nothing more than tedious and perhaps expensive repairs that might have to be made； an interruption in his writing schedule； an inconvenience； nothing more。 But as he turned his head from side to side and squinted into every shadow； as he listened to the relentless thudding； he suddenly perceived that there was something ominous about the sound。
Thunk。 。 。 thunk。。 。 thunk。。。
For reasons he could not define； the noise now seemed threatening； malevolent。
He felt colder in this sheltered place than he had felt outside in the wind and rain。
***
Carol wanted to ride to the hospital in the ambulance with the injured girl； but she knew she would only be in the way。 Besides； the first police officer on the scene； a curly…headed young man named Tom Weatherby； needed to get a statement from her。
They sat in the front seat of the patrol car； which smelled like the peppermint lozenges on which Weatherby was sucking。 The windows were made opaque by shimmering streams of rain。 The police radio sputtered and crackled。
Weatherby frowned。 〃You're soaked to the skin。 I've got a blanket in the trunk。 I'll get it for you。〃
〃No； no；〃 she said。 〃I'll be fine。〃 Her green knit suit had bee saturated。 Her rain…drenched hair was pasted to her head and hung slackly to her shoulders。
At the moment； however； she didn't care about her appearance or about the goosebumps that prickled her skin。 〃Let's just get this over with。〃
〃Well。 。 。 if you're sure you're okay。〃
〃I'm sure。〃
As he turned up the thermostat on the car heater； Weatherby said； 〃By any chance； do you know the kid who stepped in front of your car？〃
〃Know her？ No。 Of course not。〃
〃She didn't have any ID on her。 Did you notice if she was carrying a purse when she walked into the street？〃
〃I can't say for sure。〃
〃Try to remember。〃
〃I don't think she was。〃
〃Probably not；〃 he said。 〃After all； if she goes walking in a storm like this without a raincoat or an umbrella； why would she bother to take a purse？ We'll search the street anyway。 Maybe she dropped it somewhere。〃
〃What happens if you can't find out who she is？
How will you get in touch with her parents？ I mean； she shouldn't be alone at a time like this。〃
〃No problem；〃 Weatherby said。 〃She'll tell us her name when she regains consciousness。'
〃If she does。〃
〃Hey； she will。 There's no need to be concerned about that。 She didn't seem seriously injured。〃
Carol worried about it nonetheless。
For the next ten minutes； Weatherby asked questions； and she answered them。 When he finished filling out the accident report； she quickly read over it； then signed at the bottom。
〃You're in the clear；〃 Weatherby said。 〃You were driving under the speed limit； and three witnesses say the girl stepped out of a blind spot right in front of you； without bothering to look for traffic。 It wasn't your fault。〃
〃I should have been more careful。〃
〃I don't see what else you could have done。〃
〃Something。 Surely I could have done something；〃
she said miserably。
He shook his head。 〃No。 Listen； Dr。 Tracy； I've seen this sort of thing happen before。 There's an accident； and somebody's hurt； and nobody's really to blame…yet one of the people involved has a misplaced sense of responsibility and insists on feeling guilty。 And in this case； if there is anybody to blame； it's the kid herself； not you。 According to the witnesses； she was behaving strangely just before you turned the corner； almost as if she intended to get herself run down。〃
〃But why would such a pretty girl want to throw herself in front of a car？〃
Weatherby shrugged。 〃You told me you were a psychiatrist。 You specialize in children and teenagers； right？〃
〃So you must know all the answers better than I do。 Why would she want to kill hersel