thighs.
Cora blocked the doors open and the others rushed inside.
Though they asked if she was okay, asked what Wayne had done to her, Helen only shook her head and sobbed. They lifted her, and she staggered with them out of the elevator.
‘Let’s get her to the rooms,’ Cora said, leading the way. ‘I’ll call security.’
‘No,’ Helen gasped. ‘Don’t.’
‘Do you need a doctor?’ Abilene asked, hugging Helen against her side as they rushed her along.
‘No. No!’
‘Did he rape you?’ Finley asked.
‘Jesus, you people'.’
‘What the hell did he do to you?’ Cora demanded.
‘He… he kissed me,’ Helen choked out through her sobs. ‘He kissed me. He was so sweet and… and you were all so mean to him.’
CHAPTER THIRTY
Lashing the anchor rope to an upright of the raft’s ladder, Abilene shouted, ‘The gun!’
Cora let go of the oars. They were lifted out of their locks and carried away on the waves as she knelt in the sinking boat. She dragged the shotgun out of the water and swung it by the barrels.
Abilene caught hold of the shoulder stock. Clamping it against her side, she scooted on her rump to the highest corner of the platform. She grabbed the edge and braced herself with her feet flat against the slippery boards.
Cora came up the ladder. On hands and knees, she scurried over the lurching raft and flopped beside Abilene. She hooked an arm over the side to hold herself in place.
Moments later, Vivian sprawled beside her.
Finley climbed the ladder. Smiling, she called out, ‘No sweat!’ She sat down, her back to the others, and wrapped her legs around one of the uprights.
Abilene slumped forward against her knees.
We made it! Thank God. We’re all safe. Not quite ashore, but not in any real danger.
Peering through the heavy shroud of rain, she could make out the end of the dock.
Nice to be there instead of here.
But the span of lake separating them from the dock was a gray, flinging turmoil.
Better not to risk it if we don’t have to.
That’s the idea that got us into this mess.
And she remembered, suddenly, that Helen was dead.
Still in the shower room.
And she felt guilty when grief didn’t overwhelm her. She supposed that she must be just too thankful that the rest of them were still alive. If she’d been any less quick to grab Batty’s arm, Finley might be dead now, a knife in her back. If the boat had capsized in the middle of the lake…
Shouldn’t have gone back to Batty’s.
But it turned out all right.
She swung the shotgun out from under her arm and lowered it in front of her. As she wedged it into the space between her belly and thighs, the rain stopped pouring down.
‘Hey!’ Finley called. Twisting around, she turned an open hand toward the sky.
Vivian and Cora rolled over, sat up.
A few more drops fell as the wind dwindled. Soon, the raft settled to a gentle, rocking motion.
As the clouds scooted away, the sun came down so bright that Abilene had to squint. She watched the dark thunderheads fly over the tree tops beyond the shore. Though she could see rain falling into the forest, it no longer rushed down in a torrent. She saw no lightning, heard no thunder.
Almost as if the storm was meant just for us, she thought. Almost as if Batty had created it to drown us.
Turning around, she peered across the brilliant water. She spotted some willows along the distant shore, but couldn’t figure out which might be the one below Batty’s cabin. There was no sign of Batty.
‘Well,’ Cora said. ‘Shall we get going?’
‘What about this?’ Abilene asked, lifting the shotgun. ‘I don’t think we can swim with it.’
‘We aren’t gonna leave it here,’ Finley said. ‘Not after all we went through to get it.’
‘Will it still fire?’ Cora asked.
‘A little water shouldn’t hurt it,’ Vivian said. ‘I’m not sure about the shells, though.’
Finley dug a hand into her pocket. She pulled out one of the bright red cartridges and rolled it between her fingers as she studied it. ‘Looks like the thing’s plastic or something. Whatever, it seems watertight.’
‘Okay,’ Cora said. ‘We take the shotgun.’ Standing up, she plucked the clinging seat of her shorts away from her rump. She scanned the water. Pointed.
Abilene saw an oar floating on the swells. It bobbed gently, its shaft rubbing against a piling at the end of the dock.
‘Back in a second,’ Cora said, and dived off the raft. ‘Anybody feel like diving for the ax?’ Finley asked.
‘Be my guest,’ Vivian said. ‘I don’t want it. I’d rather not even have to look at it again.’
‘Are you the one who nailed the pussycat?’
‘You didn’t see?’
‘I was otherwise occupied at the time. But I noticed the after-math. You really…’
‘Stop, okay? I don’t want to hear about it.’
‘The cat had it coming,’ Abilene pointed out. To Finley she said, ‘If you’re going down for the ax, see if you can find my shoes. They might still be in the boat.’
‘Just leave the ax,’ Vivian muttered.
‘It might come in handy,’ Abilene said. ‘We could haul it up with the anchor rope.’
‘Viv doesn’t want it. I don’t want it. Do you want it?’
‘I’ve got Batty’s knife,’ she said. ‘I suppose I can get along without my shoes.’
‘Shouldn’t have taken them off.’
‘I try not to go swimming in them.’
Their attention turned to Cora as she splashed closer, pushing the oar along in front of her. Finley lay down beside the ladder. She grabbed the oar and pulled it onto the raft.
Still in the water, Cora said, ‘Let me have a knife.’
Finley shoved the oar over to Vivian, then pulled her knife and handed it down.
Standing up for a better view, Abilene saw Cora duck below the surface. The taut anchor line wobbled, then went slack. A moment later, Cora came up. She held the knife in her teeth while she plucked open the knot securing the rope to the ladder.
She brought the section of rope onto the raft, sawed it in half, and used the two pieces to bind the shotgun to the oar.
‘That should do the job nicely,’ she said.
‘Do you think we should bother with the ax?’ Abilene asked. ‘Nobody seems to want it, anyway. And hauling it up wouldn’t be easy.’
‘I guess we can get along without it,’ Cora said. ‘The shotgun’s the main thing.’ Dragging the oar and shotgun along at her side, she scooted down to the sunken corner of the raft and eased into the water. The oar and
