I was rewarded with a piercing howl. The animal to the right stumbled, fell, and rolled over, but was almost immediately on its feet again and running. I debated firing the last two bullets but decided not to.
I was almost convinced the two creatures would somehow know my gun was empty.
I put the automatic in the waistband of my slacks, jumped back down to the hood of the car and to the ground. I walked around to the open door, leaned in, and placed my hand on Harper"s neck-even as I stared back at the spot in the landscape where the loboxes had disappeared into the gra.s.s.
"It"s all right, Harper," I said softly, gently stroking her neck, her hair. "They"re gone now. We"re safe."
For a few minutes, at least.
She couldn"t stop crying. I hated to take my attention off the ground behind the car, but it seemed I had no choice; I needed Harper alert and watchful while I attended to the balky Plymouth. I slid onto the seat, wrapped my arms around her, held her tight. Her black, swollen arm was resting on the seat, only inches from my face, and I groaned inwardly at the sight of it. It looked ready to burst. I kept hugging and kissing her, and finally the sobs subsided. I helped her get up on the seat, and she leaned her head on my chest.
"Robby, are we ... are we ... ?"
"They"re gone, Harper. I think I may even have hit one of them.,"
The problem, I thought, was that they probably wouldn"t be gone for long, and with only two bullets left in my gun and a car that wouldn"t start, I wasn"t feeling too secure. There was, of course, always the possibility that they"d hightailed it back to the circus, but somehow I doubted it. They had been trained well and were smart enough to know they had failed at what they were expected to do. As Luther had pointed out, they were tenacious. I was sure they"d be coming back at us, tracking again, waiting for the right moment to pounce. Even now they were undoubtedly resting in the high gra.s.s, waiting . . .
Harper raised her head, smiled wryly. "I peed in my pants, Robby."
"I won"t tell anybody. Most people in that situation would have done a lot more than just pee in their pants."
She giggled nervously, held her hand to her throat in a choking gesture. "I was so frightened, everything else went in the opposite direction. I don"t think I"ll be able to go to the bathroom for a month." She paused, shuddered. "My G.o.d, Robby, if you hadn"t grabbed me and pulled me back when you did . . ."
"Well, they didn"t get you, and you"re safe."
"For now," Harper said in a small voice.
"Don"t dwell on it, sweetheart. It"s the stuff nightmares are made of. Just hang in there, and we"ll get through this."
Harper studied me for a few moments, then kissed me, hard. "That"s right," she said in a stronger voice. "I was the one who said I wanted to get involved in one of Mongo the Magnificent"s bizarre cases, as I recall. You"ve been through horrible things before, haven"t you?"
I smiled, shrugged. "This business ranks pretty high on my horribility scale. I must have bad karma."
She shook her head emphatically. "You have good karma. And I want to see those men dead, Robby. I can"t believe they planned to leave us out here to die like . . . that. So horribly. I"ll kill them myself. I want them to meet my pet."
"Stay cool, my dear. Our first priority has to be concentrating on getting out of range of those things, at least for a few hours, and then I have to figure out a way of getting my brother out of that circus."
"What do we do now?"
"We can"t do anything until I get the car started," I said, and got out.
The first thing I did was to step back from the car and again sweep my gaze across the landscape, especially the area where the loboxes had disappeared. There was no sign of them. Next, I put my shoulder to the sprung door and, after a good deal of huffing and puffing, managed to get it shut. Then I walked to the front, opened the hood, climbed up on the fender, and looked down at the engine.
A mechanic I"m definitely not, but even I could tell that the hose hanging down next to the carburetor wasn"t in its proper place. I reconnected the hose to the carburetor, then got back behind the wheel and turned the key in the ignition again. After some coughing and sputtering, the Plymouth started up. Around us, for as far as I could see in all directions, there was nothing but what appeared to be wheat and corn fields, and, far to the west, what might have been a grain elevator jutting up into the sky. I put the car into gear, made a U-turn across the shoulders of the narrow dirt road, and started driving back the way we had come, leaving behind an old, rotting circus wagon and two corpses. I was more than a little anxious to put as much distance as possible between us and this killing ground.
Chapter Nine.
We found Harper"s purse in the trunk, and my cash and credit cards were still in my wallet. It was some relief.
We reached a main highway in twenty minutes. Except for the a.s.sumption that we had crossed into Nebraska, I had no idea where we were. I arbitrarily turned right. A few miles down the road there was a sign announcing that we were seventy miles from the town of Quigley. I came to a gas station just as the needle on the gas gauge settled on the E. The attendant who filled the tank kept glancing curiously at the broken windows of the Plymouth, but he didn"t comment. I hoped he wouldn"t call the police, but knew there was no sense wasting time and energy worrying about it. I paid for the gas, then went into the adjoining convenience store to buy a map, a couple of hero sandwiches and a six-pack of beer, and a bag of ice for Harper"s arm. I kept harboring a notion of taking her to a hospital, but she kept insisting that the danger had long since pa.s.sed, and that with a bag of ice to reduce the swelling she would be fine. In fact, she did look considerably better, and I decided that she was probably right; we would pa.s.s on the hospital. First, there was the danger of her being connected to the snakebitten corpses we had left behind; second, as long as there was a lobox hunting for her, I did not want to leave her alone in any situation I could not control.
There was a gun shop in Quigley. I stopped, bought ammunition for the handguns, and a shotgun and a box of sh.e.l.ls. I also checked the map, found I had turned the wrong way. Stone-bridge was about eighty miles behind us, to the west. At the moment, that was just fine with me. We both needed some rest.
"These are for you," I said, handing Harper the shotgun and box of sh.e.l.ls as I got back into the car. "We"ll stop at the first motel we come to, eat our sandwiches, and rest up. I"ll also show you how to use that thing at close range. If we play this right, there"s a chance you may never see a lobox again, but in an emergency, that shotgun will be a lot more effective than a handgun."
She nodded, took the shotgun, and clasped it tightly across her laps. "When are you going there, Robby?"
"Tonight. I"d like to go there now, but I"m tired, and it"s just too risky trying to do anything during the day. I figure I"ll go in looking for Garth when they"re putting on tonight"s show-if there is going to be a show. By now, there are going to be a lot of nervous people in that operation, and they may be closing up shop fast. But I don"t think they"ll just go away without the two loboxes, and I have a strong hunch those animals are still on the prowl, hunting for us."
"Maybe you should go to the state police, Robby."
"I"ve given it a lot of thought. That option could lead to a lot of sticky complications. For one thing, what-and how much- can we tell them? And would they believe it? I don"t want to risk having you arrested and charged with the murder of those two charmers back there."
"But those men were taking us out to be killed, Robby."
"Sure, but we can"t prove it. There"s no guarantee they"ll believe us. I could be charged along with you, or held as a material witness."
"Robby, I"m more than willing to risk facing charges if it means your brother will be safe."
"There"s no guarantee of that at all. If I get entangled with the law around here, Garth could be dead by the time I get untangled. Also, Zelezian almost certainly is being sponsored- protected-by some heavy-duty agency in Washington or very powerful individuals. It"s possible local law enforcement people wouldn"t be allowed to move on the circus until it was too late. I don"t know if that"s true, but I don"t want to take the chance. There are just too many questions, too many uncertainties. It"s why I have to go myself and hope that I get lucky. If it doesn"t work out, and they nab me again, then you"ll still be free to exercise the option of calling the troopers."
"Robby, they may be looking to nab you now, to trap you the same way they trapped Garth. And if they do, they may just kill you out of hand. Even if they do go ahead and put on a show tonight just to keep up appearances, they"re certainly going to be on guard, watching for you."
She was probably right. "Maybe," I said. "Maybe not."
"Not only will they be looking for you, Robby, but you"ll be going right back into the loboxes" sensory range."
"We don"t know where they are, Harper. In any case, I don"t feel I have any other choices."
"Okay," she said evenly. She paused, staring at the shotgun, then continued, "How did I do last night, Robby?"
"You did real good."
"Then there"ll be no argument about my going to the circus with you tonight."
"Harper," I said with a sigh, "if I were to tell you that having you with me would be a distraction because I"d be worried about you, you"d call me a s.e.xist, and then remind me that it was you who saved our a.s.ses last night. Right?"
"That"s very good reasoning," she said, and smiled. "So thank you for not being a s.e.xist, and thank you for not forcing me to remind you that it was me who saved our a.s.ses last night."
"I need you some place safe, Harper, so that you"ll be able to call the police if I don"t come back."
"In some motel nearly a hundred miles away? I want to be there, Robby. This time I promise I will wait in the car, but at least I"ll be close by, close enough to actually hear or see- maybe-if anything goes wrong. You know I"m right. We"re in this together. I"ll be useless a hundred miles away, and you know it. I just might mean the difference between you and Garth living or dying."
"Harper, the loboxes ... As you pointed out, we will be going back into their sensory range."
She wrapped her hands around the shotgun, hefted it. "I won"t pee in my pants next time, Robby. If a lobox comes after me again, I"m going to have me a lobox rug. Let me watch your back. I really will feel safer if I"m with you."
I reached across the seat, took her hand, and squeezed it hard. "Thank you, Harper," I said simply. I didn"t know what else to say. The fact of the matter was that she was right, and I was grateful to her for her resolve and courage.
I"d definitely had just about enough of dread and circuses, but this was a command performance. It was show time-both for World Circus and for me.
If the Zelezians were worried about anything-dead gunmen, missing multimillion-dollar a.s.sa.s.sin-beasts, or their cranky intended victims on the loose-it wasn"t evident in the setup or atmosphere on the county fairgrounds outside the town of Stonebridge; lights blazed on the midway, where all the rides and games were in progress, and music blared from inside the Big Top, where the show had just begun. It could mean that they weren"t at all concerned about what Harper and I might tell the authorities-or anything else we might do-and that tended to make me even more nervous.
As it was, I was soaked with sweat, although it was a relatively dry, cool night; walking around knowing that at any second horrible, clawed death may leap out from the shadows to rip out your throat and bowels can have that effect on a man.
We"d left the ruined Plymouth in an alley beside a supermarket and rented a station wagon, which was now parked, with Harper and her loaded shotgun inside it, at the edge of one of the three parking fields where there was enough radiated light for her to be able to see anything and anybody that might approach. With the Colt in my suit jacket pocket and the .45 automatic in my right hand, I was working my way through lines of parked cars and pickup trucks toward a roped-off area behind the Big Top. There I knew I would find the penning enclosures as well as the parking field containing the trailers and the enormous Mack semis that hauled the circus around the country.
There was a man in a gray suit standing in the moonlight near the roped-off area. He was holding a walkie-talkie near his mouth, and there was a p.r.o.nounced bulge in his suit jacket, near his left armpit. He was definitely not a circus roustabout, and I strongly doubted that he was a plainclothes state trooper. Rather, the man"s presence suggested to me that the Zelezians had appealed to their government or corporate sponsor for a little additional help in case of any emergency I might try to cause. As I watched, the man spoke into the walkie-talkie, in English, and there was a crackling response.
In the section of the field just beyond the gunman in the gray suit, a dozen semitrailers were parked in rows of four, virtually nose-to-nose, with one row flush to the rear of the Big Top. That was where I wanted to go. I had been kept inside an old circus wagon, but there were no more of those in evidence. Garth was too big and obstreperous to try to keep in any mobile home, so I figured they might have him locked up in an animal cage inside one of the semis. In any case, the rows of parked trucks seemed the logical place to start looking. He would, at least, be in a position to return a signal.
If he was conscious.
Trying not to think of what might be slinking toward me in the darkness of the parking lot, I angled to my right, away from the gunman in the suit. I stopped fifty yards away and waited for him to look in the opposite direction, then darted out from behind a car, ran across a narrow dirt track, and ducked under a rope into a dark area near where the semis were parked. I crouched down in the night, forcing myself to take deep breaths and try to relax as I looked around me in the darkness and wiped sweat away from my eyes.
I had to hope Garth hadn"t been drugged into unconsciousness; I had to hope he could respond to a signal. I could only start worrying about how to get him out after I found out where he was.
It was time to get off the ground, where I was vulnerable to a lobox attack from all sides. I hustled on over to the trucks, climbed up on the running board of the first one in the first line, clambered up onto the roof of the cab. Then I put the .45 in my other suit jacket pocket, jumped up, and caught the edge of the roof of the box with my fingers. I hauled myself up and over the edge onto the corrugated steel roof, then lay down in the darkness and again forced myself to take a series of deep breaths, seeking release from the terror that had gripped me from the moment I had left the relative safety of the station wagon. I kept reminding myself that I was safe from the loboxes, at least for the time being. The suited gunman was still pacing back and forth on the dirt track, speaking into his walkie-talkie, which meant that I hadn"t been seen. I was still in business.
I began to feel better.
I was even beginning to feel just a tad of optimism.
I worked my way across the length of the box on the first semi, softly tapping out a Morse SOS code on the metal with the barrel of the automatic as I went along. When I reached the rear of the box, I eased myself over the edge and dropped to the hood of the tractor parked behind it. I hauled myself up to the roof of the box of that truck, again started tapping out the SOS code as I worked my way down its length.
On the roof of the box of the third semi, I hit pay dirt. I was halfway down, tapping out my signal, when I heard Garth"s voice.
"Mongo?! That d.a.m.n well better be you, brother! I need rescuing!"
I rested my head against the cold metal and breathed a sigh of relief. My brother didn"t sound drugged, only angry. I tapped again.
"Mongo?! Is that you, you little f.u.c.ker? I want you to know that I"m seriously p.i.s.sed at you! And Mary"s p.i.s.sed at you, too!"
His words filled me with a new fear. It had never occurred to me that Mary might have come along with Garth and been captured too. If she had, it would present a host of new problems.
My knowledge of Morse was limited at best, and I didn"t know if Garth knew any of it at all. I screwed my eyes shut, trying to recall the pages of dots and dashes from my Cub Scout manual.
Tappety-tap. M-A-R-Y H-E-R-E.
"No! Just me!"
W-A-I-T.
"Mongo, when I find out what you"ve gotten yourself into this time, I"m likely to tear your f.u.c.king head off!"
S-H-U-T U-P W-A-I-T.
I crawled on my belly back toward the front edge of the box, where there was an air vent, gently tapping all the way so that Garth could follow my progress. I could only hope that Garth had all of the interior of the box to move around in. When I was near the edge I paused to look around, but I didn"t see any guards or roustabouts. I leaned over the edge, put my mouth close to the air vent.
"Garth? Can you hear me?"
"Yeah." His voice sounded as if it was directly below me, which meant that he had not been locked in a cage inside a cage. Good. "Sorry about all that yelling I did. It was just my way of letting you know I was happy to hear from you. It"s getting a little stuffy in here."
"Yeah, I know. You"re forgiven."
"When I didn"t hear from you again for two days after our last phone conversation, I knew you"d gone and stuck that big nose of yours into Arlen Zelezian"s business-just like I"d warned you not to. Christ, I was afraid you were dead."
"Not yet."
"But you"re working on it, right?"
"That isn"t exactly the way I"d put it."
"What the h.e.l.l"s going on, Mongo?"
"You know about the loboxes?"
"What are loboxes? I don"t know anything, except that you and your girlfriend are in deep s.h.i.t. The police are looking for the two of you."
"Yeah, that figures."
"I take it they"re missing something, but I could never make out just what it is. I only heard bits and pieces of conversation."
"They"re missing something, all right: two things. Look, have you got any lights in there?"
"No. This truck"s filled with spare equipment, from what I can make out. I almost broke my neck following you over here."
"Okay, you"ve got double doors that swing out at the rear of the box and in the middle, on your left as you"re facing toward the cab-the way you"re facing now. They"re padlocked. I"m going to try to shoot the lock off the doors at the rear, because I have more cover there. The trucks are parked nose-to-a.s.s, but there should be enough room there for you to squeeze out. The shot is going to attract some attention, so be prepared to move fast. I"ve got a friend waiting for us in a car, but we may have to shoot our way out through the parking lots. You ready?"
"And then some."
"Here I come."
I crawled back to the rear of the box, taking care not to let myself be silhouetted against the sky, lowered myself to the hood of the tractor parked just behind. The padlock on the double doors of the trailer box ahead was just about at waist level. I straddled the hood ornament, took the automatic out of my pocket.
"Hey, Mongo? You out there?"
I gently tapped the door in response, then aimed the gun with both hands at the padlock and waited. The gray-suited gunman and his colleagues were going to come running at the sound of the shot, and I needed something to at least partially mask the report. Inside the Big Top, the band was striking up the Triumphal March from Aida, signaling Luther"s entrance on Mabel. The music was building up in a crescendo that would end in a blare of trumpets, a drumroll, and a cymbal crash. It might just be enough. I aimed the gun, waited for the right moment.
There was no sound of warning, no characteristic roar; as I began to squeeze the trigger, I caught a flash of tawny color and blurred movement out of the corner of my right eye. I yelled in sheer terror and went flat on my back, throwing my arms across my face and throat, in the process losing my grip on the gun, which clattered across the hood, fell to the ground on the other side. I felt the breeze generated by the lobox"s flight through the air just over my body, felt a sharp tug as its claws caught the lapels of my suit jacket, shredding them.