20
The procession made an odd spectacle as it moved out of Clark’s Harbor, the black-and-white police car leading the way with Harney Whalen at the wheel, his eyes fixed firmly on the road in front of him, an odd look on his face: a look that would have told anyone who happened to see it that Whalen’s mind was far away. Behind him were the Randalls, with Jeff Horton in the back seat. Elaine made sporadic attempts at conversation, but all three of them were preoccupied with their own thoughts, and they soon fell silent. The small moving truck brought up the rear.
It’s almost like some bizarre funeral cortege, Elaine was thinking. She glanced out the side window of the car and saw several people standing on the sidewalk, having left whatever they had been doing to watch the newcomers make their arrival. Their faces seemed to Elaine to be impassive, as if the arrival of the Randalls would have no effect on them whatsoever — something to be observed that would not change their lives. And yet, as she absorbed their strange impassivity, Elaine began to feel as if there was something else, some fear that they were trying to cover up. She glanced quickly at Brad, but he was concentrating on the road, unaware of the watching faces on the sidewalks. Then they turned up Harbor Road, leaving the village behind.
The procession headed north on the highway, passed Glen Palmer’s gallery, and quickly disappeared around the bend that would take them close to the coastline. Harney Whalen increased his speed, and the car and truck behind him accelerated. They were cruising at the speed limit when Whalen suddenly noticed the two children in the road ahead. For a few seconds he kept up his speed, bearing down on Robby and Missy Palmer, the car hurtling forward straight toward them. Whalen felt himself freeze at the wheel, unable to move. Then, as the gap between himself and the children quickly closed, he forced his right foot off the accelerator, hit the brake, swerved, and leaned on the horn.
Missy scrambled off the pavement into the ditch almost before the sound of the horn split the air. But Robby remained in the road, turning slowly to stare at the oncoming car as if he didn’t recognize that he was in danger.
“Robby!” Missy screamed. And then the horn was followed by the shrieking of tires being ripped loose from their grip on the pavement as the police car began to fishtail. Finally Robby moved.
It was a lazy movement, slow and methodical.
He stepped casually out of the path of the speeding police car, then watched idly as it skidded in a full circle, left the pavement, and came to rest on the opposite side of the street. As soon as it stopped Harney Whalen leaped from the driver’s seat and started toward Robby.
Brad Randall was already bringing bis car to a halt almost on the spot where the children had been. He hadn’t seen anything until Whalen’s brake lights had flashed on, the sound of the horn had hit him, and the police car had gone into its skid. Only at the last instant had he seen Missy leap off the road, then Robby moved slowly away from the path of the car.
“My God,” he said as he brought his own car to a stop. “He damn near ran them down. Didn’t he see them?”
“He must have,” Elaine said. She paused a second and a strange note crept into her voice. “Those are the Palmers’ children! Are they all right?”
Before Brad could answer, Elaine had scrambled out of the car and knelt beside Missy. The little girl was sobbing, and Elaine gathered her into her arms.
“It’s all right. Everything’s okay. Nobody’s hurt.”
“He did it on purpose,” Missy sobbed. “He tried to run over us.”
“No,” Elaine purred soothingly. “Nobody did that. Nobody would want to run over you.”
Then Harney Whalen was there, standing over her, his face pale, his hands shaking. “What the hell were you kids doing?” he demanded.
Elaine pulled the sobbing Missy closer to her and stared up at Whalen, her brows knitted into a scowl of anger.
“Didn’t you see them?” she demanded. “They must have been right in front of you.” She looked quickly around, searching for Brad, needing his support. Then she saw him crouched down next to Robby, checking the boy over. “Is he all right?” she called.
“He’s fine,” Brad replied. “Not a scratch on him. Just scared.”
“I’m not scared,” Robby replied.
“If you aren’t you should be,” Brad said, tousling the boy’s hair. “Didn’t anybody ever tell you not to walk in the street?” Then he turned to Whalen.
“Didn’t you see them?” he asked, echoing Elaine’s question.
“It happened so fast,” Whalen said. “All of a sudden there they were.”
“You must have seen them in plenty of time,” Brad protested.
Whalen stiffened and glared at Brad. “Well, I didn’t,” he said. “But I saw them soon enough. Nobody got hurt; nobody except me even got shaken up. So that’s that, isn’t it?”
“Is your car okay?” Brad asked.
“It’s fine,” Whalen assured him. “The shoulder’s almost level on that side.” He started moving toward the car, but Brad stopped him.
“Don’t you think we should offer the kids a ride home?”
Whalen glanced from Missy to Robby, then back to Missy.
“How about it? You two want a ride in the police car?”
Robby’s face brightened immediately but Missy frowned.
“No,” she said with finality.
“We can take you home,” Elaine offered.
“That’s all right,” Missy said. “We can walk.”
“Are you sure?” Elaine looked anxiously at the little girl, almost as if she thought the child should be unable to walk. Missy unconsciously pulled away from her. “We’re not supposed to ride with strangers,” she said carefully.
“We’re not strangers,” Elaine countered. Missy looked at her thoughtfully, then shook her head.
“We don’t want to,” she said. Her lip began to quiver, as if she were about to begin crying again.
Elaine stood up, shrugged, and sighed. “Well, if you’re sure you’re all right …” she began. She looked helplessly at Brad, but he was staying out of the situation, faintly amused by his wife’s efforts with the children. Whalen, accepting Missy’s decision as final, returned to his car and began maneuvering the vehicle back onto the road.
Reluctantly, Elaine followed Brad back to their car, where Jeff Horton was still sitting in the back seat. Twice she looked back at the children, but they didn’t move. Robby was watching the police car, but Missy seemed not to be watching anything. It was almost as if she were waiting for something, but Elaine hadn’t a clue as to what it might be. She got into the passenger seat next to Brad just as Harney Whalen finished turning the police car around. A minute later the procession was once more under way.
“He wanted to run over us,” Missy said to Robby as the two cars and the truck disappeared from view.
“He didn’t either,” Robby replied. He glared at his sister, wishing she weren’t so stubborn. “How come you didn’t let us ride in the police car?”
“I don’t like that man. He wants to hurt us.”
“That’s dumb. Why would he want to hurt us?”
“I don’t know,” Missy said petulantly. “But he does.”
Robby decided not to argue the point. “Well, we could have ridden with the Randalls.”
“Mommy and Daddy don’t want us to ride with strangers.”
“They aren’t strangers. He used to be my doctor, and they’re moving into the house on the beach.”
“Well,
“I didn’t,” Robby replied.
“Yes, you did. I yelled at you, and you just stood there.”
