sk.dreamcatcher-第126节
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p。 In the following moments Kurtz took back every unkind thought he'd had about Freddy's driving。 His second in mand simply twisted the steering wheel to the right and punched the gas when the Humvee started to skid。 The big vehicle took hold and leaped at the break in the road。 It hit with a tremendous jouncing crash。 Kurtz flew upward； hitting the ceiling hard enough to produce a shower of stars in his field of vision。 Perlmutter's arms flailed like those of a corpse； his head snapped backward and then forward。 The Humvee passed close enough to the Subaru to tear the doorhandle off the car's passenger side。 Then it was bucketing onward； now chasing a single pair of relatively fresh tire tracks。
Breathing down your neck now； Owen； Kurtz thought。 Right down your everloving neck； God rot your blue eyes。
The only thing that worried him was that single burst of fire。 What was that about？ Whatever it was； it wasn't repeated。
Then； up ahead； another of those blotches in the snow。 This one was olive…green。 This one was the other Hummer。 They were gone； probably gone； but…
'Lock and load；' Kurtz said to Freddy。 His voice was just a trifle shrill。 'It's time for someone to pay the piper。'
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By the time Owen got to the place where East Street ended （or turned into the northeast…meandering Fitzpatrick Road； depending on your interpretation）； he could hear Kurtz behind him and guessed that Kurtz could probably hear him； as well … the Humvees weren't as loud as Harleys； but they were a long way from quiet。
Jonesy's footprints were entirely gone now； but Owen could see the path which led down from the road and along the shore of the Reservoir。
He killed the engine。 'Henry； it looks like we're walking from h…'
Owen stopped。 He had been concentrating too hard on his driving to look behind him or even check the rearview mirror； and he was unprepared for what he now saw。 Unprepared and appalled。
Henry and Duddits were wrapped in what Owen first believed was a terminal embrace； their stubbly cheeks pressed together； their eyes closed； their faces and coats smeared with blood。 He could see neither of them breathing and thought they had actually died together … Duddits of his leukemia； Henry perhaps of a heart attack brought on by exhaustion and the constant unrelieved stress of the last thirty hours or so … and then he saw the minute twitch of the eyelids。 Both sets。
Embracing。 Splattered with blood。 But not dead。 Sleeping。
Dreaming。
Owen started to call Henry's name again and then reconsidered。 Henry had refused to leave the pound back in Jefferson Tract without freeing the detainees； and although they'd gotten away with that once； it had only been through the sheerest luck 。 。 。 or providence； if you believed that was any more than a TV show。 Nevertheless； they bad gotten Kurtz on their tail； Kurtz had hung on like a booger； and now he was a lot closer than he would have been had Owen and Henry simply crept away into the storm。
Well； I wouldn't change that； Owen thought； opening the driver's door and getting out。 From somewhere north； away in the white blank of the storm； came the scream of an eagle bitching about the weather。 From behind； south； came the approaching racket of Kurtz； that annoying madman。 It was impossible to tell how close because of the fucking snow。 ing down this fast and hard； it was like a sound…baffle。 He could be two miles back； he could be a lot closer。 Freddy would be with him； fucking Freddy； the perfect soldier； Dolph Lundgren from hell。
Owen went around to the back of the car； slipping and sliding in the snow； cursing it； and popped the Humvee's back gate； expecting automatic weapons； hoping for a portable rocket…launcher。 No rocket…launcher； no grenades； either； but there were four MP5 auto…fire rifles； and a carton containing long banana…clips； the ones that held a hundred and twenty rounds。
He had played it Henry's way back at the pound； and Owen guessed that they had saved at least some lives； but he would not play it Henry's way this time … if he hadn't paid enough for the Rapeloews' goddam serving platter； he would simply have to live with the debt。 Not for long； either； if Kurtz had his way。
Henry was either sleeping； unconscious； or joined to his dying childhood friend in some weird mind…meld。 Let it be； then。 Awake and by his side； Henry might balk at what needed to be done； especially if Henry was right in believing his other friend was still alive； hiding out in the mind the alien now controlled。 Owen would not balk 。 。 。 and with the telepathy gone； he wouldn't hear Jonesy pleading for his life if he was still in there。 The Glock was a good weapon； but not sure enough。
The MP5 would rip the body of Gary Jones apart。
Owen grabbed one； plus three extra clips which he stuffed into his coat pockets。 Kurtz close now … close； close； close。 He looked back at East Street； almost expecting to see the second Humvee materializing like a green…brown ghost； but as yet there was nothing。 Praise Jesus； as Kurtz would say。
The Hummer's windows were already glazing over with snow； but he could see the dim shapes of the two men in the rear seat as he passed back along the body of the vehicle； trotting now。 Still locked in each other's arms。 'Goodbye； boys；' he said。 'Sleep well。' And with any luck they would still be sleeping when Kurtz and Freddy arrived； putting an end to their lives before moving on after their main quarry。
Owen stopped suddenly； skidding in the snow and grabbing the Humvee's long hood to keep from falling。 Duddits was clearly a lost cause； but he might be able to save Henry Devlin。 It was just possible。
No！ part of his mind screamed as he started back for the rear door。 No； there's no time！
But Owen decided to gamble that there was … to gamble the whole world。 Maybe to pay a little more on what he owed for the Rapeloews' plate； maybe for what he had done yesterday （those naked gray figures standing around their downed ship with their arms held up； as if in surrender）； probably just for Henry； who had told him they would be heroes and who had tried splendidly to fulfill that promise。
No sympathy for the devil； he thought； wrenching open the rear door。 No sir； zero sympathy for that motherfucker。
Duddits was closer。 Owen seized him by the collar of his big blue duffel coat and yanked。 Duddits toppled sideways onto the seat。 His hat fell off； revealing his shining bald skull。 Henry； with his arms still around Duddits's shoulders； came with him； landing on top。 His eyes didn't open but he groaned softly。 Owen leaned forward and whispered fiercely into Henry's ear。
； Don't sit up。 For the love of God； Henry； don't you sit up！'
Owen withdrew； slammed the door； backed off three steps； placed the butt of the rifle against his hip； and fired a burst。 The Humvee's windows turned to milk； then fell in。 Casings clinked around Owen's feet。 He stepped forward again and looked through the shattered window into the rear seat。 Henry and Duddits still lay there； now covered with crumbles of Saf…T…Glas as well as Duddits's blood； and to Owen they looked like the two deadest people he had ever seen。 Owen hoped Kurtz would be in too much of a hurry for a close examination。 In any case； he had done the best he could。
He heard a hard metallic jouncing sound and grinned。 That placed Kurtz； by God … they'd reached the washout where the Subaru had finished up。 He wished mightily that Kurtz and Freddy had rear…ended the fucking thing； but the sound had not； unfortunately； been that loud。 Still； it placed them。 A mile back； a mile back at least。 Not as bad as he'd thought。
'Plenty of time；' he muttered； and that might be true of Kurtz； but what about the other end？ Where was Mr Gray now？
Holding the MP5 by the strap； Owen started down the path that led to Shaft 12。
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Mr Gray had discovered another unlovely human emotion： panic。 He had e all this way … light…years through space； miles through the snow … to be balked by Jonesy's muscles； which were weak and out of shape； and the iron shaft cover； which was much heavier than he had expected。 He yanked down on the crowbar until Jonesy's back…muscles screamed in agonized protest 。 。 。 and was finally rewarded by a brief wink of darkness from beneath the edge of the rusty iron。 And a grinding sound as it moved a bit … perhaps no more than an inch or two … on the concrete。 Then Jonesy's lower back muscles locked up and Mr Gray staggered away from the shaft； crying out through clenched teeth （thanks to his immunity； Jonesy still had a full set of them） and pressing his hands to the base of Jonesy's spine； as if to keep it from exploding。
Lad let out a series of yipping whines。 Mr Gray looked at him and saw that things had now reached the critical juncture。 Although he was still asleep； Lad's abdomen was now so grotesquely swelled that one of his legs stuck stiffly up in the air。 The skin of his lower belly had stretched to the point of splitting； and the veins there pulsed with clocklike rapidity。 A trickle of bright blood spilled out from beneath his tall。
Mr Gray looked balefully at the crowbar jutting from the slot in the iron
