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rabbit on hers, a jubilant puppy on his.
She heard Shep say, “Lumen, candle-hour, lumen-hour,” before she tuned him out again.
“I have to call the cops,” she remembered.
Dylan’s voice, thus far earnest, grew more earnest still, and quite grave, as well: “No, no. We don’t want cops. Didn’t he tell you how it is?”
“He who?”
“The lunatic doctor.”
“What doctor?”
“Your needle-poking bastard.”
“He was a doctor? I thought he was a salesman.”
“Why would you think he was a salesman?”
Jilly frowned. “I’m not sure now.”
“Obviously, he’s some sort of lunatic doctor.”
“Why’s he knocking around a motel, attacking people and stealing Coupe DeVilles? Why isn’t he just killing patients in HMOs like he’s supposed to?”
“Are you all right?” Dylan asked, peering more closely at her. “You don’t look well.”
“I almost puked, then I didn’t, then I almost did again, but then I didn’t. It’s the anesthetic.”
“What anesthetic?”
“Maybe chloroform. The lunatic salesman.” She shook her head. “No, you’re right, he must be a doctor. Salesmen don’t administer anesthetics.”
“He just clubbed me on the head.”
“Now that sounds more like a salesman. I gotta call the cops.”
“That’s not an option. Didn’t he tell you professional killers are coming?”
“I’m glad they’re not amateurs. If you have to be killed, you might as well be killed efficiently. Anyway, you believe
him
? He’s a thug and a car thief.”
“I think he was telling the truth about this.”
“He’s a lying sack of excrement,” she insisted.
Shep said, “Lucency, refulgency, facula,” or at least that’s what it sounded like, although Jilly wasn’t entirely sure that those collections of syllables were actually words.
Dylan shifted his attention from Jilly to something beyond her, and when she heard the roar of engines, she turned in search of the source.
Past the parking lot lay a street. An embankment flanked the far side of the street, and atop that long slope, the interstate highway followed the east-to-west trail of the moon. Traveling at a reckless speed, three SUVs descended the arc of an exit ramp.
“—light, illumination, radiance, ray—”
“Shep, I think you’ve started repeating yourself,” Dylan noted, though he remained riveted on the SUVs.
The three vehicles were identical black Chevrolet Suburbans. As darkly tinted as Darth Vader’s face shield, the windows concealed the occupants.
“—brightness, brilliance, beam, gleam—”
Without even a token application of brakes, the first Suburban exploded past the stop sign at the bottom of the exit ramp and angled across the heretofore quiet street. This was the north side of the motel, and the entrance to the parking lot lay toward the front of the enterprise, to the east. At the stop sign, the driver had shown no respect for the uniform highway-safety code; now, with gusto, he demonstrated a lack of patience with traditional roadway design. The Suburban jumped the curb, churned through a ten-foot-wide landscaping zone, spitting behind it a spray of dirt and masticated masses of flowering lantana, briefly took flight off another curb, made a hard four-tire landing in the parking lot, about sixty feet from Jilly, executed a sliding turn at the cost of considerable rubber, and raced west toward the back of the motel.
“—effulgence, refulgence, blaze—”
The second Suburban followed the first, and the third pursued the second, chopping up additional servings of lantana salad. But once in the parking lot, the second turned east instead of continuing to pursue the first, and sped toward the front of the motel. The third streaked straight toward Jilly, Dylan, and Shep.
“—glint, glimmer—”
Just when Jilly thought the oncoming SUV might run them down, as she was deciding whether to dive to the left or to the right, as she considered again the possibility that she might
She heard Shep say, “Lumen, candle-hour, lumen-hour,” before she tuned him out again.
“I have to call the cops,” she remembered.
Dylan’s voice, thus far earnest, grew more earnest still, and quite grave, as well: “No, no. We don’t want cops. Didn’t he tell you how it is?”
“He who?”
“The lunatic doctor.”
“What doctor?”
“Your needle-poking bastard.”
“He was a doctor? I thought he was a salesman.”
“Why would you think he was a salesman?”
Jilly frowned. “I’m not sure now.”
“Obviously, he’s some sort of lunatic doctor.”
“Why’s he knocking around a motel, attacking people and stealing Coupe DeVilles? Why isn’t he just killing patients in HMOs like he’s supposed to?”
“Are you all right?” Dylan asked, peering more closely at her. “You don’t look well.”
“I almost puked, then I didn’t, then I almost did again, but then I didn’t. It’s the anesthetic.”
“What anesthetic?”
“Maybe chloroform. The lunatic salesman.” She shook her head. “No, you’re right, he must be a doctor. Salesmen don’t administer anesthetics.”
“He just clubbed me on the head.”
“Now that sounds more like a salesman. I gotta call the cops.”
“That’s not an option. Didn’t he tell you professional killers are coming?”
“I’m glad they’re not amateurs. If you have to be killed, you might as well be killed efficiently. Anyway, you believe
him
? He’s a thug and a car thief.”
“I think he was telling the truth about this.”
“He’s a lying sack of excrement,” she insisted.
Shep said, “Lucency, refulgency, facula,” or at least that’s what it sounded like, although Jilly wasn’t entirely sure that those collections of syllables were actually words.
Dylan shifted his attention from Jilly to something beyond her, and when she heard the roar of engines, she turned in search of the source.
Past the parking lot lay a street. An embankment flanked the far side of the street, and atop that long slope, the interstate highway followed the east-to-west trail of the moon. Traveling at a reckless speed, three SUVs descended the arc of an exit ramp.
“—light, illumination, radiance, ray—”
“Shep, I think you’ve started repeating yourself,” Dylan noted, though he remained riveted on the SUVs.
The three vehicles were identical black Chevrolet Suburbans. As darkly tinted as Darth Vader’s face shield, the windows concealed the occupants.
“—brightness, brilliance, beam, gleam—”
Without even a token application of brakes, the first Suburban exploded past the stop sign at the bottom of the exit ramp and angled across the heretofore quiet street. This was the north side of the motel, and the entrance to the parking lot lay toward the front of the enterprise, to the east. At the stop sign, the driver had shown no respect for the uniform highway-safety code; now, with gusto, he demonstrated a lack of patience with traditional roadway design. The Suburban jumped the curb, churned through a ten-foot-wide landscaping zone, spitting behind it a spray of dirt and masticated masses of flowering lantana, briefly took flight off another curb, made a hard four-tire landing in the parking lot, about sixty feet from Jilly, executed a sliding turn at the cost of considerable rubber, and raced west toward the back of the motel.
“—effulgence, refulgence, blaze—”
The second Suburban followed the first, and the third pursued the second, chopping up additional servings of lantana salad. But once in the parking lot, the second turned east instead of continuing to pursue the first, and sped toward the front of the motel. The third streaked straight toward Jilly, Dylan, and Shep.
“—glint, glimmer—”
Just when Jilly thought the oncoming SUV might run them down, as she was deciding whether to dive to the left or to the right, as she considered again the possibility that she might
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