“Great,” Dana said, too tired and worried to argue. “That’s comforting.”
Tony took her by the hand. “But I trust him, Dana. He’s helped me out of a lot of tight spots.”
Dana decided that was good enough for her. Tony didn’t trust that easily.
“Okay, let’s go,” she said, turning to grab Stephen by the hand.
“C’mon, there’s a hole in the fence over there where I climb through to go jogging sometimes. We’ll cut through and be inside the park. We’ll be safe there, at least. We can call Leo from my cell phone.”
“No,” Dana said. “What if they trace it?”
“Good point.” He put the phone back in his shirt pocket. “If they found you here, and planted a bomb in a pizza I ordered online, then it stands to reason they can find us anywhere.” Then he shrugged. “Leo’s house is just on the other side of the park.”
“Let’s head deeper into the park,” she said, taking Stephen by the arm. “At least out in the woods they can’t link us to any computers.”
They hurried along, following a trail that circled the lake. The woods were quiet, except for a few nocturnal animals here and there.
“Sure is dark,” Stephen whispered, his hand clutching Dana’s arm. “Don’t like dark, Dana.”
“Lots of shadows,” Tony added, sticking close to Stephen’s other side. “Nothing to worry about, sport.”
“Hope they didn’t see us come in here,” Dana whispered back.
“Are there any bears in here?” Stephen wanted to know.
“Nah, but we might run into a deer or a fox. Maybe a really mean squirrel or two.”
“Hush,” Dana said, smiling for the first time in a long time. Then she thought about the bomb again. “That was definitely a strong message back there. I hope no one was hurt or killed because of that bomb.”
“Well, we can’t get information out here,” Tony said, his tone mourning the loss of his lifestyle. “They destroyed my computers!”
Tony guided them through the vast park until they reached the other side of the perimeter. “There,” he said, motioning toward a street beyond the fence. “I know another place where we can climb through the fence.”
They headed up a hill where a clump of trees formed black shadows on either side. The scent of decayed leaves assaulted Dana as she tried to catch her breath. Giant sycamore trees stood sentinel, their pale gray bark looking ghost-white in the muted moonlight. The night was so still, Dana could hear their breathing growing more rapid, could hear the patter of their shoes on the worn, cushioned path. It was if they were alone in the center of the world.
“Through here,” Tony said, guiding them behind a clump of hedges that covered a torn part of the fence.
Soon they were in a small yard that backed up to the park. Dana squinted toward the square, squatty house in front of them.
“Let’s just see if Leo’s home,” Tony said. But he didn’t sound very confident.
They were halfway up on the back porch when a huge figure jumped out in their path, growling and snarling at them like a madman. They all three screamed in unison, then clung to each other, Dana holding tight to Stephen while Tony held tight to her.
Dana took in the sight before her, thinking this had to be some kind of macabre dream and that surely she’d wake up in her bed, in her little farmhouse, all safe and sound.
The man was huge. The moon acted as a spotlight as he bent forward. His shirt gaped open to reveal a tattooed chest. That massive chest was heaving up and down as he stared at them, his eyes holding them penned with an unnerving glare. His hair was a mixture of gray and black, and hung around his face in flowing straight locks. He wore twin white feathers on either side of his parted hair. They hung down around his ears, making him look like a giant winged bird. A pair of army fatigues covered his legs, and heavy hiking boots encased his feet. Each time he inched toward them the silver bangles on his massive arms jingled a warning.
For a full minute, the man stared at them and they stared back. In her mind, Dana kept thinking they should run, but her feet wouldn’t obey the shouting command.
Finally Stephen spoke. “An Indian. We found an Indian.”
The man stepped forward again, and they all retreated another inch. “You’re trespassing,” he growled.
“Leo, it’s me, man,” Tony said, his voice shaky at best. “It’s Tony. We were in that building back there—the one that blew up. Someone planted a bomb in my apartment—actually, in my pizza.”
“This is Leo?” Dana whispered, her arms protecting Stephen as he stared up at the imposing man in front of them.
“Yep,” Tony said, indicating the little frame house behind the man. “He lives right here. But he likes to roam the park at night sometimes.”
“Uh-huh,” Dana replied. “And he’s supposed to help us?”
The man stared at them, then snarled. “Get out of here, Tony.”
“Okay.” Tony tugged at Dana’s arm. “Let’s go.”
“But what about—”
“He might be having a flashback,” Tony said under his breath. “We don’t even want to be here for that, trust me.”
“Then let’s go,” Dana said, frightened all over again.
They were just about to do that when more sirens blasted through the night, startling all of them. Dana, Tony and Stephen took that as their cue, and started to make tracks back toward the woods.
Dana ran right smack into the strange man. He’d also heard the sirens, and now he was trying to block their way. He grabbed Dana to keep them both from toppling over.
“Let me go!” Dana shouted, her eyes widening as she stared up at the man. Even in the darkness, she could see the fear in his eyes. “Please, let me go,” she said again, hoping this weirdo wouldn’t harm them.
“Do you hear that?” he asked, his eyes brightening like a shard of crystal. “Hear them? They’re looking for me.”
Tony stepped forward. “Yeah, and they’re coming to take you away. Let her go, man.”
The man looked at Tony as if he’d just noticed he even existed. “They won’t get me if they can’t find me.”
Tony seized that notion. “Yeah, well, if you don’t let us go, they will find us, Leo. And they’ll find you, too. And it doesn’t look like any of us want to be found just yet. We came to you for help, man. Can you understand that at least?”
The man jerked his head around. “You hiding out?”
Dana didn’t dare make a quick move. She’d heard about people like this man. People who lived in their own little worlds; people who went berserk and killed everyone in sight. People who lived in the park, in the dark, people who lived on the fringes of reality. From the way he was dressed, and the way he acted, she’d say this man was on the verge of some sort of rampage, and she didn’t want to stick around to find out what it was.
“We’re trying to get away,” she said in a calm voice, her body protecting Stephen behind her. “So we do need to keep moving.” Inching closer, she added in a whisper, “And you’re frightening my little brother. Mister, we’ve had one really bad week, and you’re not helping matters.”
The man waited for the sirens to die down, then he released her to step back. “I’m sorry. It’s just that I used to be a cop, and when I hear that sound, well, it reminds me of things I don’t want