Still, that feeling . . .
“Let’s get the hell out of here,” she said, and meant it.
They moved out into the night, leaving the house dark behind them, as lonely and silent as a tomb.
Two
OcfoBER.3, 1998
TWILIGHT HAD SETTLED ACROSS THE MOUNtains, painting the jagged horizon in shades of purple dusk. The winding blacktop snaked through the gath-ering darkness, surrounded by shadowed hills that towered into the cloudless sky, stretching toward the first faint glimmerings of starlight.
Leon might have appreciated the majestic view a bit more if he wasn’t so goddamn late. He’d make it to his shift on time, sure, but he’d been hoping to get settled into the new apartment first, take a shower, get something to eat; as it was, he might have time to hit a drive-through on his way to the station. Changing into his uniform back at the last rest stop had saved him a couple of minutes, but basically he was screwed. Way to go, Officer Kennedy. First day on the job and you’ll be picking cheeseburger out of your teeth during roll call. Very professional.
His shift started at nine and it was already just after eight; Leon let his boot ride a little heavier on the gas, even as his Jeep whipped past a sign that told him he was half an hour away from Raccoon City. At least the road was clear; except for a couple of semis, he hadn’t seen anyone for what felt like hours. A nice change, considering the traffic tie-up just outside of New York that had cost him most of the afternoon. He’d actu-ally tried to call the night before to leave a message with the desk sergeant that he
might be late, but there’d been something wrong with the connection. Nothing but a busy signal.
What little furniture he had was already moved into a studio apartment in the working-class but basically decent Trask district of Raccoon City, there was a nice park not two blocks away, and it was only a five-minute drive to the station. No more gridlock, no more overcrowded slums or random acts of brutality. Assuming he could survive the embarrassment of showing up to his first shift as a full-blown officer of the law without having unpacked his bags, he was looking forward to living in the peaceful community. Raccoon is about as far removed from the Big Apple as you can get, thank you very much—well, except for the last few months. Those murders . . .
In spite of himself, he felt a tiny thrill at the thought. What had happened in Raccoon was horri-ble, of course, sickening—but the perps had never been caught and the investigation was really just getting started. And if Irons liked him, liked him as much as the heads of the academy had liked him, maybe Leon would get a chance to work on the case. Word had it that Chief Irons was kind of a prick, but Leon knew his training had been top-notch—even a prick would have to be a little impressed. He’d graduated in the top tenth, after all. And it wasn’t like he was a stranger to Raccoon City, since he’d spent most of his summers there as a kid, when his grand-parents were still alive. Back then, the RPD building had been a library and Umbrella was still several years away from turning the town into an actual city, but in most ways it was still the same quiet place he remembered from his childhood. Once the cannibal killers were finally put away, Raccoon would be ideal again—beautiful, clean, a white-collar community nestled in the mountains like a secret paradise. So I get settled in and a week or two passes, and Irons notices how well written my reports are, or sees how good I am on the target range. He asks me to take a look at the case files, just to familiarize myself with the details so I can do some footwork—and I see something that no one else has seen. A pattern, maybe, or a motive on more than one of the victims ... maybe I run across a witness report that reads wrong. No one else has caught it because they’ve lived with it for too long, and this rookie cop just comes along and cracks the case, not a month out of the academy and I—
Something ran in front of the Jeep.
“Jesus!”
Leon hit the brake and swerved, shocked out of his daydream as he struggled for control of the vehicle. The brakes locked and there was a screech of rubber that sounded like a scream. The Jeep half-turned to face the darkening trees that lined the road—and came to a stop on the shoulder, dying after a final lurching jolt.
Heart pounding and stomach in knots, Leon opened the window and craned his neck, scanning the shadows for the animal that had darted across the highway. He hadn’t hit it, but it had been close. Some kind of a dog, he didn’t get a clear look—a big one, anyway, a shepherd or maybe an oversized Dober-man, but it had looked wrong somehow. He’d only seen it for a split-second, a flash of glowing red eyes and lean, wolfish body. And there was something else, it had seemed kind of...
... slimy? No, trick of the light, or you were just so shit-scared that you saw it wrong. You’re okay and you didn’t hit it, that’s the important thing. “Jesus,” he said again, softer this time, feeling both relieved and suddenly quite angry as the adrenaline leaked out of his system. People who let their dogs run loose were idiots—claiming they wanted their pets to be free and then acting surprised when Fido got squashed by a car.
The Jeep had come to a stop just a few feet away from a road sign that read RACCOON CITY 10; he could just make out the lettering in the growing shadows. Leon glanced at his watch; he still had almost
half an hour to get to the station, plenty of time—but for some reason, he simply sat for a moment, closing his eyes and breathing deeply. Cool pine-scented air breezed across his face; the deserted stretch of road seeming almost unnaturally quiet—as if the landscape was holding its breath, waiting. Now that his heart had resumed a more normal pace, he was surprised to find that he still felt unsettled, even anxious.
The murders in Raccoon. Weren’t a few of those people killed by animal attack? Wild dogs, or some-thing? Maybe that wasn’t someone’s pet dog at all. A disturbing thought—and even more disturbing was the sudden feeling he had that the dog was still close by, maybe watching him from the darkness in the trees.
Welcome to Raccoon City, Officer Kennedy. Watch out for things that may be watching you. . . .
“Don’t be an asshole,” Leon mumbled to himself, and felt a little better at the sound of his no-nonsense adult tone of voice. He often wondered if he would ever outgrow his imagination.
Daydreaming like a kid about catching bad guys, then inventing killer dog-monsters lurking in the woods—let’s try to act our age, eh, Leon? You’re a cop, for God’s sake, a grownup....
He started the engine and backed onto the road, ignoring the strange sense of unease that had some-how managed to take hold of him in spite of his mind’s chiding voice. He had a new job and a nice apartment in a nice little up-and-coming city; he was competent, bright, and decent-looking; as long as he kept his creativity glands in check, everything would be fine.
“And I’m on my way,” he said to himself, forcing a grin that felt out of place but suddenly necessary to his peace of mind. He was on his way to Raccoon City, to a promising new life—there was nothing to be uneasy about, nothing at all.. ..
Claire was exhausted, both physically and emotion-ally, and the fact that her butt had been aching for the last couple of hours wasn’t helping matters much. The thrum of the Harley’s engine seemed to have settled deep into her bones, a physical counterpoint to the butterflies in her stomach—and of course, the worst of it seemed to emanate from her extremely sore and overheated ass. Plus, it was getting dark and like an idiot she wasn’t wearing her leathers; Chris would be totally pissed.
He’s going to yell his head off, and I won’t even care. God, Chris, please be there to scream at me for being such an idiot. . . .
The Harley buzzed along the dark road, the sound of the engine echoing back at her from the sloping hills and shadow-laden trees. She took the corners carefully, very aware of how deserted the winding highway was; if she took a spill, it could be a long time before anyone happened by.