into the black, rainy night, flipping before it landed in the swollen waters of Stoneham Creek.
Twenty-Three
Stunned, for a moment Tricia didn't realize the car had come to a halt. It was only what was left of the deflated air bag hanging out of the steering wheel and in her face, and the rising chilly water swirling around the crown of her head that brought her back to full consciousness. Blinking did no good, she couldn't see a thing, but finally it sank in that she hung suspended by the seat belt, about to drown from the water that gushed through the car's open window. The sound of rushing water filled her ears as she fumbled for the catch.
The belt released and Tricia plunged into the freezing water. Arms flailing, she pawed for the aperture, found it, and pulled herself through into open air, then fell into the raging torrent. The current immediately slammed her against the car. Winded, she groped for and clung to the undercarriage above the water. Shoes gone, her stocking feet slipped on mossy rocks, and she struggled to find a foothold on the driver's window frame.
Upside down, the car was hung up on the rocks in the creek bed, listing at a forty-five-degree angle. Raking aside the hair flattened around her face, Tricia realized light shone down from above and behind her-the glow of a mercury vapor lamp on the bridge over Stoneham Creek.
'Help! Please help me!' Tricia looked around, realized the weak voice came from inside the car.
Sliding down the side of the car, Tricia sank back into the arcticlike stream, fumbled for the door handle, pulling with all her strength, but the rushing water was too powerful-she couldn't yank it open.
'Help-oh, please help,' came the voice, sounding fainter.
Grasping the window frame, Tricia took in a lungful of air, sank down, and pulled her upper body into the black interior. In only a minute or so the car had filled with water; just a pocket of air remained along what had once been the car's floor. Fumbling fingers captured Tricia's hand and she pulled with all her strength, trying to keep her head above water. 'Be careful,' she gasped. 'Come on. I've got you!'
The hands clamped around her forearms in a death grip.
Muscles straining in the numbing-cold water, Tricia pulled and tugged and eventually a dark, bulky figure emerged from the car, coughing and sputtering.
'Thank you, oh, thank you,' Doris Gleason cried, clutching at the car to find a handhold.
'Where's my sister?' Tricia demanded, steadying the woman.
'I don't know-I don't know,' Doris wailed, inching away from her and toward the car's front tire.
Panicked, Tricia pulled herself back into the driver's compartment. The cockpit's air bubble was half the size. Tricia took a gulping breath and plunged into the black water, fumbling behind the driver's seat, searching, searching for her sister. Angelica was claustrophobic-she'd be terrified! But suddenly the midsized car's backseat area seemed to have expanded.
The back of her hand scraped something sharp and Tricia grabbed, capturing the chunky stone of Angelica's diamond ring. She pulled the hand and the body attached to it toward the driver's compartment with all her might, but Angelica was a dead weight, too large to drag under the driver's seat.
Fighting panic, Tricia groped for a lever, to make the seat recline.
Where in God's name was it?
Finally, her fingers clasped a plastic handle. She pushed it, yanked it.
Nothing happened.
She had to let go of her sister, wrenched the lever with one hand while she beat on the saturated seat with the other.
With lungs ready to burst, she was forced to seek out the air pocket, took several painful gulps, and plunged down again.
More seconds flashed by as she struggled with the lever. At last it moved, and so did the seat, but only by inches. It would have to be enough.
Angelica had slipped back into the black abyss. Maddening eons passed as Tricia's frozen hands once again probed the icy darkness.
Her fingers were nothing more than pins and needles from the cold when something brushed against her. She snatched at it-Angelica's sweater. Hanging on, she maneuvered her legs out the driver's window.
Tricia pulled and tugged and jerked until she dragged a lifeless Angelica around the seat and out through the window. She slipped on weedy rocks, plunging into the water, gashing her knees on the rocks. Skyrockets of pain shot through her, but she managed to grab her sister as she tumbled into the torrent. Angelica's foot caught on the window frame and she hung suspended, with most of her body underwater. Tricia captured Angelica's arms, yanking her free, and the force of the water smashed them against the side of the car.
Nearing exhaustion, Tricia struggled to keep her own and her sister's head above water. Mike was still in the car-probably near death, and yet Tricia wasn't sure she had the strength to keep Angelica from drowning, let alone look for another victim.
'Get away! Get away! You'll push me in,' Doris screamed.
If she'd had the energy, Tricia would've gladly slapped Doris, the cause of all their problems. Instead, she looked down at her sister. It took a long few moments for reality to register in her brain.
Angelica wasn't breathing.
'Ange. Ange!' Tricia screamed, panicked. She didn't know CPR, had never bothered to take a class.
'Breathe! Breathe!' Tricia commanded, slapping Angelica's cheek, but Angelica's head lolled to one side.
Not knowing what else to do, Tricia shoved her sister's body against the car, pressing hard against her back.
Again. Harder.
Again! Harder still!
'Come on, Ange! Breathe!'
Once, twice, three more times she slammed Angelica into the side the car until she heard a cough, and a gasp, then choking sounds as Angelica vomited.
'Stop, stop! You're hurting me,' she cried weakly.
Tricia threw an arm around her sister to hold her up and rested her head against Angelica's shoulder, allowing the pent-up tears to flow.
'Need help?' came a voice from the bridge, one that sounded vaguely familiar.
'She tried to kill me!' Doris cried. 'Get me out of here. She tried to kill
Tricia craned her neck to look. From the safety of the bridge above them, Russ Smith tossed Doris a rope. 'Tie it around yourself. I'll pull you over to the bank.'
'Call nine-one-one. There's still someone trapped in the car!' Tricia called.
'Already called.' Something flashed repeatedly. Tricia glanced over her shoulder to see Russ lower a little digital camera. 'This is going to make a great front-page story for the next edition of the
'Who cares about that? Get me out of here!' Doris demanded, again, already tying the rope around her chest.
'I want to go home,' Angelica sobbed.
Tricia's cheek rested against her sister's shoulder once more and she closed her eyes, ready to collapse. 'Me, too.'
Twenty-Four
