His cell phone rang, shattering the deep silence that had followed his words.
"Excuse me," he said and took it out of his inside pocket. He snapped it open and said, "Yes?"
Terri looked at Darlene and gave her what she thought was her best look of assurance, urging her to remain calm. Darlene squirmed and bit down on her lower lip. Terri could see she was tottering on the verge of hysteria.
"When was this?" he asked whoever called. "Okay. Just give it to me. You nearly messed this up. I'll handle it from here," Garret said into his phone. He listened and then just closed the phone. "So," he said gesturing at the degenerating tourist house. "Another monument to a bygone era, eh?"
"Can I drive back to the tavern now?" Terri asked him. "We've kept her from work long enough, don't you think?"
"Not just yet. There's more to discuss."
"What? She's obviously told you everything she knows."
"Oh, people don't realize what they do and don't know," he said smiling. "Let's change the setting. Maybe that will stimulate the memory. Get out," he ordered.
"Both of you."
"Why?" Terri demanded without moving.
"We never stop asking that. Do you realize that, Doctor?" Garret asked her.
"When we're very little, we're always coming at our parents with why this, why that? Why, why, why? Some parents get to hate it. Some think it's cute for a while and then get tired of it and before we know it, we have to go elsewhere for the answers, but to the day we die, that is the primary question on our lips. Why?"
"I want to go back," Darlene said simply, so simply in fact it sounded like the most obvious thing to do.
"We all want to go back. Life is a journey home. Maybe that was what he meant when he told that to Paula Gilbert, eh, Doctor?"
"Please," she said. "I've helped you. You're frightening Darlene, and you're frightening me, I might add."
"And what would we be without fear, Doctor? Fear protects us. It's our ability to foresee bad things happening to us that keeps us cautious, careful. Animals have it instinctively. We did, but we've lost the edge, I'm afraid as we evolved and became civilized." He stopped smiling. "Get out," he ordered again, but more sternly. "Now," he screamed at Darlene, pointing the gun at her as well. She jumped, turned, and opened the door.
He got out on his side and turned to Terri, who hesitated, asking herself, what had she done?
Seeing she had little choice, she opened her door and stepped out of the car.
"What are you doing?" she asked him in the tone of voice to make him think about it.
"Let's go look at that old house. I'm interested in historical sites," he said.
"I told Dr. Templeman I was going with you. I told him who you were," she said, relying on her powers of convincing people to have hope where there was very little. Was she as good a bluffer as she thought she was?
"I doubt that, but even if you did, Doctor, you're with a mad schizophrenic. That's all anyone would think."
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, changing her tone now to one of pleading.
"It's only going to add to the mess, to the questions and to further investigations."
"The house," he said. He pointed the pistol at Darlene who gasped. Terri put her arm around her.
"Walk to the house. Don't panic. Just do whatever I tell you to do." Darlene couldn't speak. Don't panic? she thought. Easily said. Her throat was closed with panic. Her body felt numb, cold. It was as if she had already been killed and she was in the process of leaving it behind.
"Open the door," Garret ordered when they stepped on the porch. The floorboards creaked so loudly, Terri thought they might just crack beneath them. She tried the door. Amazingly, despite the broken windows, the crumbling wood siding and shutters, the door was locked. She tried the handle and then turned to Garret.
"Out of the way," he ordered and kicked the door with the style and effectiveness of a karate expert. It splintered around the lock and swung open, revealing a dark, dank room that Terri thought must have once served as a lobby or living room area for the seasonal guests. With twilight falling quickly now, there was not very much illumination.
A body left in this place will probably not be discovered for some time, she thought. Darlene, trembling helplessly now, was also whimpering and gasping for breath. She could simply faint any moment, Terri thought.
"Well, isn't this cozy," Garret said. "Must have been a very nice place once. Move," he told Darlene who stopped and now looked incapable of taking another step. She didn't, so he poked her in the ribs with the barrel of the pistol. It had the effect of a gunshot. She took two steps forward with him still holding the pistol barrel against her, but then her eyes went back and she folded so quickly at his feet, it was as if all of her bones had turned to jelly. Garret was moving forward aggressively at that moment. Caught by surprise, he tripped over her and struggled to maintain his balance. Terri spun and with desperation and a gathering of all her physical strength, pushed him while he was still off-balance, and he fell forward, losing the grip on his pistol. It flew a few feet ahead of him as he went to break his fall with his palms out. Terri considered her options in an instant. She was obviously no match for the man in any physical struggle. Her only hope was to get away, but that meant leaving Darlene behind. The now-unconscious woman was sprawled awkwardly on her right side. Terri turned and shot forward, through the dark corridor, choosing not to go up the stairs, but instead continue toward the back, through what was once the kitchen. The dwindling daylight spilling through the broken windows gave her just enough illumination so as not to bump into things. She heard Garret scrambling behind her, cursing and calling after her, warning her that she was making a big mistake. The rear door of the old house was locked, but it was a rusted tumbler. She pulled it open and jerked at the door, which resisted at first. She didn't know from what source she drew the surge of strength, but it was sufficient for her to get the old, heavy door opened enough so she could squeeze through. She pulled it shut behind her, hoping to cause Garret any delay she could.
Once outside, she stood on the back porch and considered the woods. There was a distance of at least five hundred yards to cross before she entered the forest. It was darker, but she knew she would never make it before he would be out and taking aim. Knowing she had to do something fast, she hurried down the four steps and then turned, now in a desperate panic herself.
Under the porch she saw a basement window that was completely blown out. She knelt and reached the window just as Garret opened the back door of the old building. As quietly as she could, she slipped through the window, falling and crawling her way down the old fieldstone foundation until she hit the cement floor. She swallowed her grunts and cries of pain and moved like some sort of rodent deeper into the darkness. There, she pressed herself against the wall and waited, watching the window and listening.
Garret came down the stairs slowly and stood there. He had to consider that she had run around the building, and his first thought was she was heading back to the car. She had left the keys in the ignition. Alarmed by that thought, he hurried to the corner and looked back toward the vehicle. Seeing she wasn't there, he relaxed, took a deep breath and then slowly made his way to the car to take the keys out of the ignition to prevent her from using the vehicle should she somehow get past him. That done he turned and headed back to the rear porch. He considered the woods but as he looked around, he saw the open window and smiled to himself.
Below, Terri realized she was still quite vulnerable. There was barely any light pouring through the open window, but she was growing accustomed to the thick shadows and was able to see some old piping. Grasping a length of pipe she could handle, she crawled closer to the window and waited.