'No.'
'Do you know anything about him?'
'No. And I'd like to keep it that way.'
'Oh, come on. You love a good mystery, and it doesn't get better than this.'
'The best mysteries involve a dead body. We don't have a dead body.'
Vee squealed. 'Not yet!'
Shaking two iron pills from the bottle in my backpack, I swallowed them together.
Vee bounced the Neon into her driveway just after nine thirty. She killed the engine and dangled the keys in front of me.
'You're not going to drive me home?' I asked. A waste of breath, since I knew her answer.
'There's fog.'
'Patchy fog.'
Vee grinned. 'Oh, boy. He is so on your mind. Not that I blame you. Personally, I'm hoping I dream about him tonight.'
Ugh.
'And the fog always gets worse near your house,' Vee continued. 'It freaks me out after dark.'
I grabbed the keys. 'Thanks a lot.'
'Don't blame me. Tell your mom to move closer. Tell her there's this new club called civilization and you guys should join.'
'I suppose you expect me to pick you up before school tomorrow?'
'Seven thirty would be nice. Breakfast is on me.'
'It better be good.'
'Be nice to my baby.' She patted the Neon's dash. 'But not too nice. Can't have her thinking there's better out there.'
On the drive home I allowed my thoughts a brief trip to Patch. Vee was right-something about him was incredibly alluring. And incredibly creepy. The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced something about him was… off. The fact that he liked to antagonize me wasn't exactly a news flash, but there was a difference between getting under my skin in class and possibly going as far as following me to the library to accomplish it. Not many people would go to that much trouble… unless they had a very good reason.
Halfway home a pattering rain flushed out the wispy clouds of fog hovering above the road. Dividing my attention between the road and the controls on the steering wheel, I tried to locate the windshield wipers.
The streetlights flickered overhead, and I wondered if a heavier storm was blowing in. This close to the ocean the weather changed constantly, and a rainstorm could quickly escalate into a flash flood. I fed the Neon more gas.
The outside lights flickered again. A cold feeling prickled up the back of my neck, and the hairs on my arms tingled. My sixth sense graduated to high alert. I asked myself if I thought I was being followed. There were no headlights in the rearview mirror. No cars ahead, either. I was all alone. It wasn't a very comforting thought. I pushed the car to forty-five.
I found the wipers, but even at top speed they couldn't keep up with the hammering rain. The stoplight ahead turned yellow. I rolled to a stop, checked to see that traffic was clear, then pulled into the intersection.
I heard the impact before I registered the dark silhouette skidding across the hood of the car.
I screamed and stomped on the brake. The silhouette thumped into the windshield with a splintering crack.
On impulse, I jerked the steering wheel a hard right. The back end of the Neon fishtailed, sending me spinning across the intersection. The silhouette rolled and disappeared over the edge of the hood.
I was holding my breath, squeezing the steering wheel between white-knuckled hands. I lifted my feet off the pedals. The car bucked and stalled out.
He was crouched a few feet away, watching me. He didn't look at all… injured.
He was dressed in total black and blended with the night, making it hard to tell what he looked like. At first I couldn't distinguish any facial features, and then I realized he was wearing a ski mask.
He rose to his feet, closing the distance between us. He flattened his palms to the driver's-side window. Our eyes connected through the holes in the mask. A lethal smile seemed to rise in his.
He gave another pound, the glass vibrating between us.
I started the car. I tried to synchronize shoving it into first gear, pushing on the gas pedal, and releasing the clutch. The engine revved, but the car bucked again and died.
I turned the engine over once more, but was distracted by an off-key metallic groan. I watched with horror as the door began to bow. He was tearing-it-off.
I rammed the car into first. My shoes slipped over the pedals. The engine roared, the RPM needle on the dash spiking into the red zone.
His fist came through the window in an explosion of glass. His hand fumbled over my shoulder, clamping around my arm. I gave a hoarse cry, stomped the gas pedal, and released the clutch. The Neon screeched into motion. He hung on, gripping my arm, running beside the car several feet before dropping away.
I sped forward with the force of adrenaline. I checked the rearview mirror to make sure he wasn't chasing me, then shoved the mirror to face away. I had to press my lips together to keep from sobbing.
Chapter 4
Flying down hawthorne, I drove past my house, circled back, cut over to Beech, and headed back toward the center of Coldwater. I speed-dialed Vee. 'Something happened-I-he- it-out of nowhere-the Neon-' 'You're breaking up. What?'
I wiped my nose with the back of my hand. I was trembling down to my toes. 'He came out of nowhere.'
'Who?'
«He-» I tried to net my thoughts and funnel them into words. 'He jumped in front of the car!'
'Oh, man. Oh-man-oh-man-oh-man. You hit a deer! Are you okay? What about Bambi?' She half wailed, half groaned. 'The Neon?'
I opened my mouth, but Vee cut me off.
'Forget it. I've got insurance. Just tell me there aren't deer parts all over my baby… No deer parts, right?'
Whatever answer I was about to give faded into the background. My mind was two steps ahead. A deer. Maybe I could pass the whole thing off as hitting a deer. I wanted to confide in Vee, but I didn't want to sound crazy, either. How was I going to explain watching the guy I hit rise to his feet and begin tearing off the car door? I stretched my collar down past my shoulder. No red marks where he'd gripped me that I could see…
I came to myself with a start. Was I actually considering denying it had happened? I knew what I'd seen. It was not my imagination.
'Holy freak show,' Vee said. 'You're not answering. The deer is lodged in my headlights, isn't he? You're driving around with him stuck to the front of the car like a snowplow.'
'Can I sleep at your place?' I wanted to get off the streets. Out of the dark. With a sudden intake of air, I realized to get to Vee's, I'd have to drive back through the intersection where I'd hit him.
'I'm down in my room,' said Vee. 'Let yourself in. See you in a few.'
With my hands tight on the steering wheel, I pushed the Neon through the rain, praying the light at Hawthorne would be green in my favor. It was, and I floored it through the intersection, keeping my eyes straight ahead, but at the same time, stealing glimpses into the shadows along the side of the road. There was no sign of the guy in the ski mask.
Ten minutes later I parked the Neon in Vee's driveway. The damage to the door was extensive, and I had to put my foot to it and kick my way out. Then I jogged to the front door, bolted myself inside, and hurried down the basement stairs.
