protective wall. That was good.
Sure. Unless the desert rat this guyâs looking for is in back of us. Christ Almighty, why couldnât we have gone to Atlantic City?
âDad?â That was David, his intelligent but slightly peculiar son who had started going to church last fall, after the thing that had happened to his friend Brian. Not Sunday school, not Thursday Night Youth Group, just church. And Sunday afternoons at the parsonage, talking with his new friend, the Rev. Who, by the way, was going to die slowly if he had been sharing anything with David but his thoughts. According to David it was all talk, and after the thing with Brian, Ralph supposed the kid needed someone to talk to. He only wished David had felt able to bring his questions to his mother and father instead of to some holy joe outsider who was married but still mightâ
â Dad? Is it all right?â
âYes. Fine.â He didnât know if it was or not, didnât really know what they were dealing with here, but that was what you said to your kids, wasnât it? Yes, fine, all right. He thought that if he were on a plane with David and the engines quit, heâd put his arm around the boy and tell him everything was fine all the way down.
He opened the door, and it banged against the inside of the cruiser door.
âQuick, come on, letâs see some hustle,â the cop said, looking nervously around.
Ralph went down the steps with Kirstie sitting in the crook of his left arm. As he stepped down, she dropped her doll.
âMelissa!â she cried. âI dropped Melissa Sweetheart, get her, Daddy!â
âNo, get in the car, get in the car!â the cop shouted. âIâll get the doll!â
Ralph slid in, putting his hand on the top of Kirstieâs head and helping her duck. David followed him, then Ellie. The back seat of the car was filled with papers, and the front seat had been warped into a bell-shape by the oversized copâs weight. The moment Ellie pulled her right leg in, the cop slammed the door shut and went racing around the back of the cruiser.
â âLissa!â Kirstie cried in tones of real agony. âHe forgot âLissa!â
Ellie reached for the doorhandle, meaning to lean out and get Melissa Sweetheartâsurely no psycho with a rifle could pick her off in the time it would take to grab up a little girlâs dollâthen looked back at Ralph. âWhereâre the handles?â she asked.
The driverâs-side door of the cruiser opened, and the cop dropped into it like a bomb. The seat crunched back against Ralphâs knees and he winced, glad that Kirstieâs legs were hanging down between his. Not that Kirstie was still. She wriggled and twisted on his lap, hands held out to her mother.
âMy doll, Mummy, my doll ! Melissa!â
âOfficerââ Ellie began.
âNo time,â the cop said. âCanât. Tak! â He U-turned across the road and headed east in a spew of dust. The rear end of the car fishtailed briefly. As it steadied again, it occurred to Ralph how fast this had happenedânot ten minutes ago theyâd been in their RV, headed down the road. Heâd been about to ask David to play Twenty Questions, not because he really wanted to but because he had been bored.
He sure wasnât bored now.
âMelissa Sweeeeeeetheart! â Kirstie screamed, and then began to weep.
âTake it easy, Pie,â David said. It was his pet name for his baby sister. Like so many other things about David, neither of his parents knew what it meant or where it had come from. Ellie thought it was short for sweetie-pie, but when she had asked him one night, David had just shrugged and grinned his appealing, slanted little grin. âNah, sheâs just a pie,â he had said. âJust a pie, thatâs all.â
âBut âLissaâs in the dirty old dirt, â Kirstie said, looking at her
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