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l…minded about these things。
Dr。 Weingold suggested； as he had done before； that she consider a test to determine the baby's sex； and as before she declined。 She wanted to be surprised。 Besides； if they found out they were going to have a girl； Einstein would start campaigning for the name 〃Minnie。〃
After huddling with the doctor's receptionist to schedule the next appointment； Nora pulled the hood over her head again and went out into the driving rain。 It was ing down hard； drizzling off a section of roof that had no gutters； sluicing across the sidewalk； forming deep puddles on the macadam of the parking lot。 She sloshed through a miniature river on her way to the pickup； and in seconds her running shoes were saturated。
As she reached the truck； she saw a man getting out of a red Honda parked beside her。 She didn't notice much about him…just that he was a big guy in a small car； and that he was not dressed for the rain。 He was wearing jeans and a blue pullover； and Nora thought： The poor man is going to get soaked to the skin。
She opened the driver's door and started to get into the truck。 The next thing she knew； the man in the…blue sweater was ing in after her； shoving her across the seat and clambering behind the wheel。 He said； 〃If you yell； bitch； I'll blow your guts out；〃 and she realized that he was jamming a revolver into her side。
She almost yelled anyway； involuntarily； almost tried to keep on going across the front seat and out the door on the passenger's side。 But something in his voice； brutal and dark； made her hesitate。 He sounded as if he would shoot her in the back rather than let her escape。
He slammed the driver's door； and now they were alone in the truck； beyond help； virtually concealed from the world by the rain that streamed down the Windows and made the glass opaque。 It didn't matter： the doctor's parking lot was deserted； and it could not be seen from the street； so even out of the truck she would have had no one to whom to turn。
He was a very big man； and muscular； but it was not his size that was most frightening。 His broad face was placid； virtually expressionless； that serenity； pletely unsuited to these circumstances； scared Nora。 His eyes were worse。 Green eyes…and cold。
〃Who are you？〃 she demanded； trying to conceal her fear； sure that visible terror would excite him。 He seemed to be balanced on a thin line。 〃What do you want with me？〃
〃I want the dog。〃
She had thought： robber。 She had thought： rapist。 She had thought： psychopathic thrill killer。 But she had not for a moment thought that he might be a government agent。 Yet who else would be looking for Einstein？ No one else even knew the dog existed。
〃What're you talking about？〃 she said。
He pushed the muzzle of the revolver deeper into her side； until it hurt。
She thought of the baby growing within her。 〃All right； okay； obviously you know about the dog； so there's no point playing games。〃
〃No point。〃 He spoke so quietly that she could hardly hear him above the roar of the rain that drummed on the roof of the cab and snapped against the windshield。
He reached over and pulled down the hood of her jacket； opened the zipper； and slid his hand down her breasts； over her belly。 For a moment she was terrified that he was； after all； intent on rape。
Instead； he said； 〃This Weingold is a gynecologist…obstetrician。 So what's your problem？ You have some damn social disease or are you pregnant？〃 He almost spit out the words 〃social disease；〃 as if merely pronouncing those syllables made him sick with disgust。
〃You're no government agent。〃 She spoke entirely from instinct。
〃I asked you a question； bitch；〃 he said in a voice barely louder than a whisper。 He leaned close； digging the gun into her side again。 The air in the truck was humid。 The all…enveloping sound of rain bined with the stuffiness to create a claustrophobic atmosphere that was nearly intolerable。 He said； 〃Which is it？ You got herpes； syphilis； clap； some other crotch rot？ Or are you pregnant？〃
Thinking that pregnancy might gain her a dispensation from the violence of which he seemed so capable； she said； 〃I'm going to have a baby。 I'm three months pregnant。〃
Something happened in his eyes。 A shifting。 Like movement in a subtle kaleidoscopic pattern that was posed of bits of glass all the same shade of green。
Nora knew that admitting pregnancy was the worst thing she could have done； but she did not know why。
She thought about the 。38 pistol in the glove partment。 She could not possibly open the glove box； grab the gun； and shoot him before he pulled the trigger of the revolver。 Still； she'd have to remain constantly on the lookout for an opportunity； for a laxness on his part； that would give her a chance to go for her own weapon。
Suddenly he was climbing on top of her； and again she thought he was going to rape her in broad daylight； in the veiling curtains of rain but still daylight。 Then she realized he was just changing places with her； urging her
behind the wheel while he moved into the passenger's seat； keeping the muzzle of the revolver on her the whole time。
〃Drive；〃 he said。
〃Where？〃
〃Back to your place。〃
〃But…〃
〃Keep your mouth shut and drive。〃
Now she was at the opposite side of the cab from the glove box。 To get to it； she would have to reach in front of him。 He would never be that lax。
Determined to keep a rein on her galloping fear； she now found that she had to rein in despair as well。
She started the truck； drove out of the parking lot； and turned right in the street。
The windshield wipers thumped nearly as loud as her heart。 She wasn't sure how much of the oppressive sound was made by the impacting rain and how much of it was the roar of her own blood in her ears。
Block by block； Nora searched for a cop…although she had no idea what she should do if she saw one。 She never had to figure it out because no cops were anywhere to be seen。
Until they were out of Carmel and on the Pacific Coast Highway； the blustering wind not only drove rain against the windshield but also flung bristling bits of cypress and pine needles from the huge old trees that sheltered the town's streets。 South along the coast； as they headed into steadily less populated areas； no trees overhung the road； but the wind off the ocean hit the pickup full force。 Nora frequently felt it pulling at the wheel。 And the rain； slashing straight at them from the sea； seemed to pummel the truck hard enough to leave dents in the sheet metal。
After at least five minutes of silence； which seemed like an hour； she could no longer obey his order to keep her mouth shut。 〃How did you find us？〃
〃Been watching your place for more than a day；〃 he said in that cool； quiet voice that matched his placid face。 〃When you left this morning； I followed you； hoping you'd give me an opening。〃
〃No； I mean； how did you know where we lived？〃
He smiled。 〃Van Dyne。〃
〃That double…crossing creep。〃
〃Special circumstances；〃 he assured her。 〃The Big Man in San Francisco Owed me a favor； so he put pressure on Van Dyne。〃
〃Big man？〃
〃Tetragna。〃
〃Who's he？〃
〃You don't know anything； do you？〃 he said。 〃Except how to mak