15
11:34 P.M.
OUT OF GAS
As they crossed the county line, Rex kept his eyes locked on the road ahead. "Are they giving up?"
Angie turned to stare through the back window, then let out a string of curses. "No, still with us. And if they're risking Bixby at this hour to catch us, that means they're in a really bad mood."
Rex gripped the steering wheel, trying not to scream with frustration. In all his detailed planning, it had never once occurred to him that the real Grayfoots would show up. "How did they know we were meeting?"
"No one followed me, Rex, I'm positive."
"What about your phone?"
"They couldn't have tapped it. That number I gave you was a disposable cell phone I bought last week at the Tulsa Mall. Never used it before you called, so they couldn't have..." Her voice turned cold. "You didn't call me from your house, did you?"
Rex didn't answer for a few critical seconds, and by the time he found the right words, it was too late to lie.
"Was I not supposed to?" he finally managed.
She let out a groan.
"You mean, my phone is tapped?" he cried.
"Only for the last two years. Pinhead."
Rex drove on, waiting for the burning sensation of a knife slipping between his ribs, but all he heard was Angie muttering beneath her breath. "Jesus. Maybe you really are just a bunch of kids."
The pursuers drew closer, filling the old Ford with their headlights. They were easing up on either side now, like wolves shepherding wounded prey away from the herd, out to a nice, private killing ground. This abandoned stretch of the access road was probably just the sort of place they'd been waiting for. Rex's plan had brought them to a perfect spot.
Angie pulled out a phone. "All right. I'm calling the police."
"It won't work out here," Rex said softly. He and Dess had picked this route to make sure Angie couldn't escape the blue time after the car ran out of gas. Since the new highway had been built, hardly anyone ever drove through Saddleback. There were no cell phone towers, no houses, no cops - just rattlesnakes, slither burrows, and plenty of places to bury a couple of bodies.
Rex checked his watch. If Dess's calculations were on target, they'd be sputtering to a halt in about three minutes. He had to think of something soon or they were both dead.
But what could he do, trapped on a road with no turnoffs, no choices but to keep driving straight?
Suddenly Rex felt something deep inside himself laughing at his own paralysis. Why was he thinking like prey? Why was he letting his pursuers dictate the terms? Why not make them take some risks? He gritted his teeth and pulled the wheel sharply to the left. The Ford slid from the road and onto the sandy shoulder, where it swerved like a sidewinder for a few seconds. Then the tires gripped the hard-packed desert floor, and the car straightened, rattling like an old washing machine as it crashed through mounds of scrub grass and rumbled over prairie dog holes.
For a moment the pursuing headlights angled off into the distance behind them. But then the two Mercedes swerved from the road, turning onto the desert in pursuit.
"What are you doing?" Angie cried, her teeth snapping as the car shook.
"Out here there's a chance one of them will get a flat."
"Isn't there also a chance of us getting a flat?" Rex only nodded, deciding not to explain that one way or another, the Ford was about to stop moving. "Have you got a better idea?"
"My better idea was not using a tapped phone!"
"You could have mentioned that in your note!"
"It was so obvious we were watching you! Jesus. How did you people ever take control of a whole town?"
"That wasn't us who..." Rex's words trailed off. Up ahead was a cluster of glistening humps, like a field of spiky basketballs glowing in the moonlight. He smiled at the sight. If all three cars were disabled, he and Angie might stand a chance of escaping on foot.
He aimed toward the humps, ignoring the Ford's rattling complaints and building up as much speed as he could. Gas or no gas, tires or no tires - once Melissa's car got going, it took a while to come to a stop.
"Rex? What is that ahead?"
"Big patch of rainbow cactus."
"What the hell? Are you trying to get us killed?"
"No. But we're about to run out of gas."
"What?"
"Long story. This way at least we've got a chance."
"Of what? A quick death?"
His answer was cut off by a sudden bang beneath the car, a sound like a watermelon hitting concrete at eighty miles an hour. More collisions rocked the Ford, Angie crying out as each cactus struck. The shock of the impacts shot up through the car seat, jolting Rex like a series of kicks in the butt.
Behind them a pair of headlights dropped back. One of the Mercedes had ground to a halt, with either a tire burst or an axle busted. As Rex watched in the shuddering rearview mirror, the car was overwhelmed by its own cloud of dust.
Only one to go.
Then, with a parting bang, the cactus patch fell behind them. Melissa's Ford was wobbling, its right-front tire making a sound like a rubber flag in a strong wind. But the engine kept rumbling underneath Rex, and the desert still flashed past in front of their headlights.
"They'll be getting nervous now," Angie said, looking back.
"Nervous?"
"If they lose the other car, they'll have no way to get out of the county in time. They're Grayfoots, brought up so they'd rather die than be in Bixby at midnight."
Rex blinked. After all his careful planning for tonight, would his insane, wildly improvised idea of barreling through a cactus patch be the one thing that actually worked? Inside him, the darkling half of his mind was quietly pleased.
"Rex, did you say something about running out of gas?"
"Well - " he started, but suddenly another explosion shook the car. The steering wheel jerked out of his hands, and the car began to swerve out of control across the desert floor, swinging into a bootlegger's reverse, tipping so far to the right that Rex thought it was going to roll over. The horrible screeching of bare metal skimming across rocks and hard-packed sand filled his ears, and a cloud of dust rose up to swallow the world around them.
Somehow the Ford didn't roll over, but when they finally skidded to a halt, it was listing to one side like a sinking ship. Rex was pretty sure that both right tires had been reduced to rubber confetti.
The engine died then with a cough, finally realizing that it had run out of gas.
Rex waited for a pair of headlights to lance through the dust swirling around them. The other Mercedes couldn't be far behind.
The view gradually cleared, revealing a starry sky, the dark mountains in the distance - and a pair of red taillights receding into the desert.
"What the hell?" he said. "They totally had us."
Angie took a while to catch her breath, her hands slowly releasing their grip on the upholstery. "It's too close to midnight."
Rex looked at his watch. "But they still had fifteen minutes. Plenty of time to kill us and get to the county line."
"Yeah, but first they had to drive back around the cactus to pick up whoever was in the other car."
"What? They're too nice to just leave them out here?"
"Those were all Grayfoots." She let out a snort. "And they'd never leave family behind."
He looked at her. "Just you."
Angie nodded slowly. "Just me." Her dazed eyes took in the slowly clearing dust, the empty desert, and finally dropped to stare at her watch. "I guess I'm screwed. Your little mindcaster friend will be here soon, won't she?"
The smell of terror from Angie had become almost overwhelming. Her hands were shaking now, as if she were even more afraid of a mindcaster entering her brain than of the Grayfoots catching her.
Rex let out a slow breath, willing his thudding heart to calm down. With Angie's fear scent filling the car, a hunting frenzy threatened to take over his mind. But he needed to keep control, to keep talking to her.
"Let me be honest, all right?" he said through gritted teeth. "It was always my plan to trap you in Bixby for midnight. That's why I only had so much gas."
"So you knew the Grayfoots were going to show up? And you came anyway?" She whistled. "You've got guts."
"Well, not exactly. Things didn't quite go the way I planned." He sighed. "But listen, Angie, have you really been telling me the truth about the past? The way the old midnighters - " Rex's voice choked off as his nose suddenly caught the sharp smell of stainless steel. Angie's knife flashed in her hand. "Hey, what the hell?"
"Listen, Rex, I know that in fifteen minutes you can do anything you want to me, make me drooling and stupid like your father, maybe turn me into your slave. But that doesn't mean I can't even the score."