the gun on Laura. 'Who's with you?'
She almost said the police. No, no; Mary would kill David for sure. 'No one.'
'Liar! Are the pigs out there?'
'Would I be in here if they were?' Laura wasn't afraid anymore. Her fear had steamed away. There was no time to be scared, her mind occupied with trying to think of a way to get David.
Mary said, 'Stand against the wall. Didi, you with her. Move, you bitch!'
Didi took her place beside Laura, her face downcast and tears on her cheeks. She was waiting for the execution bullet. Laura would not look away from Mary Terror. She stared at the woman, fixing the hard-jawed, brutal face forever in her mind.
'Edward, go to the house and get my bag and the bassinet. Take them to the van. We're clearing out.' Edward did as he was told. The child continued to cry, but Mary's attention was riveted to the two women. 'Damn you to hell,' she said to Didi. 'You betrayed me.'
'Mary… please listen.' Her voice was husky from the pressure of Mary's arm on her windpipe. 'Let the baby go. He doesn't belong to -'
'He's mine! Mine and Jack's!' Splotches of red surfaced on Mary's cheeks, her eyes aflame. 'I trusted you! You were my sister!'
'I'm not who I used to be. I want to help you, Mary. Please leave David here.'
'HIS NAME IS DRUMMER!' Mary shouted. The gun remained steady, aimed somewhere between Laura and Didi.
'His name is David,' Laura said. 'David Clayborne. No matter what you call him, you know what his real name is.'
Mary suddenly grinned. It was a savage grin, and she stalked across the workshop and stopped with the automatic almost touching the tip of Laura's nose. It took everything Laura had not to reach for David, but she kept her arms at her sides and her gaze locked with Mary's. 'Brave,' Mary said. 'Brave piece of shit. I'm going to flush you. Flush you right down the dark hole. Think you'll like that?'
'I think… you're nothing but a lie. You've got a baby who's not yours. You're looking for a man who's forgotten about you.' Laura saw Mary's hatred flare, like napalm bomb blasts. She kept going, deeper into the fire. 'You don't stand for anything, and you don't believe in anything. And the worst lie is the one you tell yourself, that when you take David to Jack Gardiner, you'll be young again.'
Mary could not stand Jack's name coming from this woman's mouth. In a blur of motion, she hit Laura across the face with the automatic's barrel. There was a crunching noise and Laura fell to her knees, her head throbbing with pain. Blood pattered to the floor from her nostrils, her nose almost broken. A blue-edged welt had appeared across her cheek. Laura made no sound, dark motes spinning before her eyes.
'Get her up,' Mary told Didi. 'We've got business to finish.'
Mary herded them out of the workshop, Laura staggering and Didi holding her up. Edward was waiting at the van. She gave him the automatic and then took her Colt from under the driver's seat. 'Walk into the woods,' Mary said, cradling Drummer with one arm. 'Away from the road. Go.'
'Maybe you could just lock them up somewhere,' Edward said as they walked. 'You know? Lock them up and leave them.'
Mary didn't answer. They walked on, through the oak and pine woods, leaves and sticks cracking underfoot. 'You don't have to kill them,' Edward tried again, his breath white in the frosty air. 'Mary, do you hear me?'
She did, but did not answer. When they'd gotten about a hundred yards from the cottage, Mary said, 'Stop.' Her eyes were used to the dark now. She ripped Laura's purse off her shoulder, planning on searching it for cash and taking the credit cards. 'Face me,' she told the two women, and she stepped back a few paces.
'Please… don't do it,' Didi begged.
Click. Mary had pulled the Colt's hammer back. The baby was silent, little plumes of white leaving his nostrils.
'Mary, don't,' Edward said, standing beside her. 'Don't, okay?'
'Any last words?' Mary asked.
Laura spoke, the side of her face swelling up. 'Rot in hell.'
'Good enough.' Mary aimed the pistol at Laura's head, her finger on the trigger. Two squeezes, and there would be two less mindfuckers in the world.
She started to pull the trigger.
There was a shot: a quick pop! that echoed through the woods.
Edward staggered into her, hit her arm, and the Colt went off with a harsher crack, the bullet going into the trees over Laura's head. Something warm and wet had sprayed into Mary's face, all over her shoulder, and onto the baby. The white blanket was mottled with dark clots. She looked at Edward, and could tell that a sizable piece of his head was gone, steam swirling into the air from his oozing brains.
'Oh,' Edward's mouth gasped, his face a blood mask. 'Light hurts.'
Another shot came. She saw the flare of fire off to her right in the woods. The bullet thunked into a treetrunk behind Mary and stung her scalp with pinebark. Edward was clinging to her arm. 'Mama? Mama?' A sob left his dripping lips. 'Eddie be good boy.'
Mary shoved him aside. As she did, a third bullet exited Edward's chest in a hot spray, and she felt the slug pull at her sweater as it passed close to her back. Edward went down, gurgling like an overflowing drain. She dropped Laura's purse and squeezed off two shots toward the gun's flare, the Colt's noise making Drummer start screaming again. High-powered rifle, she thought. A pig gun. One sniper, at least. She turned away from Laura and Didi, and began racing back to the cottage with the baby trapped in her arm and Edward Fordyce's blood and brains on her face.
The rifle spoke again, clipping a branch less than six inches above Mary's head. She fired another shot, saw sparks fly as the bullet ricocheted off a rock. Then she was running for her life, slipping in the leaves and trailing the infant's scream behind her.
Someone shooting, Laura thought. Shooting at Mary Terror. David in her grasp. David in the path of the bullets. She, too, had seen the muzzle flash, saw it again as another bullet searched for Mary. Her gun. In Edward's hand. Laura took three strides forward and fell upon the twitching body, and she grasped the automatic and tore it free from Edward's fingers.
Then she stood up, aimed into the darkness where the sniper was, and pulled the trigger. The gun almost jumped out of her hand, its report cracking her eardrums. She kept shooting, a second bullet and a third, ripping the fabric of night. The other gun was silent. Over the buzz of pistol noise, Laura heard the roar of Mary Terror's van starting. 'She's getting away!' Didi shouted. Car keys! Laura thought. She grasped her purse from the ground, and she began running toward the house.
Mary Terror threw the van into reverse and backed down the driveway, Drummer wailing in his bassinet on the floorboard. She saw it in her sideview mirror a BMW parked on the road, blocking the driveway. She pressed her foot to the accelerator, and the van's rear end slammed against the BMW's passenger door, crumpling it in with a crash of metal and glass. The BMW trembled and groaned, but would not give way. Sweat was on her face, the taste of Edward's blood on her lips. She fought the gearshift into first, roared back up the driveway to try to knock the car aside again. The headlights caught Laura coming, gun in hand, followed by Bedelia Morse. No time to waste. Mary gritted her teeth, put the van into reverse again, and wheeled it off the driveway, knocking down thin pines and smashing one of Didi's abstract sculptures to rubble. The van scraped past the BMW's front fender, and Mary twisted the wheel to straighten the van out, hit the accelerator once more, and the van shot forward with a scream of rubber. She sped away, heading west.
Laura reached her car, saw the van's taillights in the distance – both the red lenses broken – before the vehicle took a curve and disappeared. She heard Didi breathing hard behind her, and she turned around and aimed the pistol into Didi's face. 'Get in the car.'
'What?'
'Get in the car!' She tried to open the rear door on the passenger side but the hinges were jammed. Laura grabbed Didi's arm and shoved her around to the other side, where she opened the driver's door. Didi balked, tried to fight free, but Laura put the gun's barrel up under Didi's jaw and all her resistance faded. When Didi was in, Laura slid under the wheel, fished her keys from her blood-spattered purse, and started the engine. Something rattled and shrieked under the hood, but the gauges showed no warning lights. Laura mashed down on the
