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It was so obvious. They'd gone left. |
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That means I make a right, she told herself, since I'm coming from this direction. |
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I'll start at the first street they could've turned onto, check it out for a while, then work my way back on the next one. |
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She'd gone two blocks when a man dashed out of a driveway. She pressed down harder on the gas pedal, hoping to hit him. But he was running too fast. He would get by her in time, and she was reluctant to make a swerve for him, fearing she might spin out and crash. He suddenly flung his arms wide and seemed to dive at the pavement. He skidded to a halt right in front of her. Maureen saw the feathered shaft of an arrow upright in the middle of his back. She looked to the side and glimpsed the man with the bow. Standing on a front lawn. Wearing a breechclout, a feathered band around his head. Drawing another arrow from his quiver. Then she bumped over the body in the street. |
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Moments later, something thunked her Jeep. |
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An arrow? The bastard shot at me! |
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She had a sudden urge to back up and go after the guy, run him down. |
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Hell no, she thought. Keep wasting time, and I'll never find Buddy and his pals. |
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