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raincoat, heavy gloves of red leather that looked as if they were designed for snow skiing, and rubber boots that reached nearly to his knees. In one hand was an umbrella. He was grinning. 'This oughta do the trick, huh?' |
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'Haven't you got anything for us?' Doug asked. |
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'What for? No need for anyone to leave the car except Maureen.' He looked at her. 'You can use this stuff when you go to your house.' |
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She nodded. She knew it was a lie, like everything else he'd been saying. When they finished with her, they would just throw her out. |
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They won't get me in, she told herself. |
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'OK,' Buddy said. 'You folks can take her out to the garage and open the door for me. I'll be with you in a minute.' |
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That's about how long I've got, Maureen thought. About a minute before he gets to the Jeep, sees that the keys aren't there, and comes running back. |
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She got up from the sofa, 'Be careful,' she said, and squeezed Buddy's arm through the slicker. 'Don't get wet.' |
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He looked a little surprised. He smiled. Maureen held onto his arm, and they walked together, the others close behind. When they reached the foyer, she released his arm and stepped away. He opened the umbrella. He raised it overhead, pulled the door wide, and said, 'Here goes nothing.' |
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'Don't get any on you,' Doug warned. |
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Buddy's smile looked a little nervous. 'No way,' he said. Then he stepped out. |
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