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plate. Don't think about her, he told himself, and pictured her sprawled on the floor, the doctor cutting her laces, spreading her bodice. |
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'What about those people in the bar?' Steve asked. |
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John took a bite of beef. 'What about them?' |
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'Maybe we ought to see what they're up to.' |
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'That's not a bad idea,' Carol said. 'What if they've figured out how to get out of here?' |
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'It's worth a check,' Steve said. |
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'Should probably try to talk them out of it,' John muttered. He didn't want to get involved. Let them do what they want, he thought. If they're fools enough to go outside . . . It's not my job to save people from their own stupidity. But they get wet, and they might be our problem. |
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He remembered the guy in the men's room. Andy. After calling home, he'd noticed Andy and the girl, Tina, holding hands across their small table in the cocktail lounge. They'd looked like a couple of kids, helpless and terrified. |
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What are their chances if they go outside? |
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He took one more bite, then looked up at Steve. 'I think I'd better go on over there and . . .' |
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The window beside the next table exploded. Cassy twisted away from the flying glass, squeezing her eyes shut and hurling up an arm to shield her face. The Benton woman, closer to the window, squealed and lurched sideways against her. John realized she must've looked toward the source of the sudden noise. Her face was a mask of raw rips, studded with |
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