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This is pretty goddamn crazy, Hanson thought. But he didn't climb down. |
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The chainlink fence surrounding the football stadium of Lincoln High School shook as he made his way upward. Its mesh let out tinny chinging sounds that seemed terribly loud in the stillness of the November evening. But Hanson doubted that anyone would hear the noise. |
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The nearest houses were out of sight beyond the stands at the far side of the stadium. Behind him, an empty field stretched toward the distant classroom buildings. The stadium itself seemed deserted. |
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The sounds of the shaking fence would be heard by no one. Hanson knew that. Yet they unnerved him just as surely as the crunch of dry leaves underfoot might unsettle a man making his lone way through a graveyard in the dead of night. His heart pounded. Sweat seemed to run out of every pore. His arms and legs trembled. |
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Climbing the fence was easy. Being here was not. |
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At the top, he hurled himself over the rail. He dropped the nine feet to the grass, landing with his knees |
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