He moved his arm. Not much. He didn’t want to over do it. Then he lay still and fought back a smile as he heard a door open.
“ Come on, Miles,” a woman’s voice said. “He’s alive.”
“ Sarah, we shouldn’t get involved,” A man’s voice. A coward. Smart, but a coward.
“ Look at his car. He’s been in an accident. Probably a hit and run,” the woman said.
“ We should call somebody more qualified,” the man said.
“ I am qualified. I was a nurse before I was a teacher, remember? So are you going to help me or what?”
He felt the woman bend over him, felt the warmth off her fingers as they sought his carotid artery, searching for a pulse, but from the short conversation he’d heard, he knew that if he grabbed her, the man would cut and run. It was in his voice, the way he talked. It was a coward’s voice. He couldn’t risk grabbing her. He needed the car. He needed the man to come and help and the man needed some encouragement.
So he moaned. Not a long moan. Short, but enough of a moan to convey his despair, but she took it for pain.
“ Miles, you get out here right now or I’ll never speak to you again. And shut off the engine.”
Miles did as he was told and the night went quiet save for the sound of the surf hitting the shore not too far away.
“ I don’t know about this, Sarah,” the man said.
He heard the man’s footsteps as he approached and he caught the image of a grassfeeder on the African plain. A gazelle perhaps, with her head in the air, sniffing the breeze, but the breeze lied because the lion was on the wrong side of the wind and just as she puts her head to the grass, the lion pounces, and he pounced, just as the man bent over him, grabbing him by the hair and forcing him to the pavement, with the knife blade at his throat.
“ Don’t run, ma’am. I don’t want to hurt anyone, but I will if you make me.” His words came out like they were filtered through gravel and they sounded like they hurt.
“ I won’t run,” Sarah Sadler said, and she wondered why she’d said it.
“ Good girl.”
He pushed himself off of Miles and pulled him with him as he stood, keeping the knife at his throat. Miles offered no resistance.
“ You can have whatever you want,” Miles said, “just let us go.”
“ What if I want the woman?”
Miles was silent.
“ But you don’t, do you?” She looked at him straight on. He was a troubled man, but he wasn’t a rapist.
“ No, ma’am, I don’t. Now let’s get in the car. You drive, Sarah.”
“ You know my name.”
“ I heard Miles.”
“ Of course.”
“ Wait till we’re in the car,” he said.
“ I won’t move.” She stood away from the driver’s door. The man was obviously agitated and she didn’t want to do or say anything to upset him more than he already was.
“ Miles, you ride shotgun. Remember, I’ll be right behind you.” He led Miles to the passenger side of the station wagon and helped him in, the way a policeman puts a prisoner into a car, then he got in the back. “Okay, Sarah, you can get in now.”
“ All right.” She slid behind the wheel. This was the first time she’d been behind the wheel of Miles’ station wagon. It was a Volvo. It was new, and nobody drove it but Miles.
“ Where am I going?” Sarah asked. She studied him in the rearview mirror. The cuts on his face and the burns on his hands were in sharp contrast to the steel in his voice. He didn’t look like he tolerated disobedience well, but she was a good judge of people. She’d worked her way through nursing school as a social worker and she’d earned her teaching credential working as a nurse. She was confident he wouldn’t harm them, but she knew she would have to keep him talking and that she had to gain his confidence.
“ The highway. If you can get me there, I’ll get a car at the motel and be out of your lives forever.”
“ If?” she asked as they came into Tampico. She saw a police car up ahead, waiting at the light and for a second she thought that if she could just pull up along side, she could yell for help.
“ Pull over, there.” He indicated the curbside by the park, across from the dunes. He’d seen the car, too. The windows were down and the sound of the surf was louder than before.
“ Don’t shut off the engine,” he said and she obeyed, wondering what he was going to do next. She sighed as the light changed and the police car drove off into the night.
“ What are you going to do with us?” Miles asked.
“ I have a little girl, Carolina,” he said, ignoring Miles and addressing her.
“ Carolina Coffee?” Sarah asked. She turned and looked at him in the dim light. She did see a resemblance.
“ Yeah.”
“ She’s in my class.” She felt better. Surely this man wouldn’t tell them who he was if he intended to harm them.
“ You’re her teacher?”
“ Yes.”
“ Then I hope you get out of this night alive.”
“ What are you talking about?” Miles’ voice was caught between a whine and a whisper.
“ Quiet, Miles,” Sarah said. “I want to hear.” She tried to see into his eyes, but the darkness hid too much. He sounded sincere, though and the more he talked, the safer they would be.
“ I’m a thief,” he said, continuing to ignore Miles. “I stole something and now the owner wants it back.”
“ Then give it back.”
“ I don’t have it, but it wouldn’t make any difference, she’d kill me anyway.”
“ And Carolina?” She wondered if the man was paranoid. He was sounding that way.
“ I’m afraid the old girl thinks Carolina has it.”
“ Does she?” Sarah decided it would be best to humor the man.
“ Yes.”
“ Why don’t you call the police and turn yourself in? They’d protect your daughter.”
“ She’d kill them.”
“ You’re crazy,” Miles said. Sarah clenched her teeth. How come he couldn’t shut up? If they wanted to get out of this, they were going to have to play along with the man. Couldn’t Miles see that?
“ Why don’t you let us go and take the car? We won’t say anything.” Sarah hoped the soothing sound of her voice would calm him.
“ Miles would.”
She didn’t answer, because she knew he was right. The last thing she wanted was for this man to think she was lying to him. She was afraid their survival depended on her gaining his trust.
“ What are we going to do now, Mr. Coffee? I can call you that, can’t I?”
“ Call me John.”
“ Well?”
“ Get me to the highway and you can go.”
“ Are you going to tell me anymore?”
“ Only one thing. If you see a wolf in the road, don’t hesitate, run it down.”
“ Can I ask why?”
“ She’ll be expecting you to stop. Most do. It’s always fatal.”
“ I don’t know if I can run down a defenseless animal.”
“ Listen, Sarah, you might think I’m sitting here full of bullshit till it flows out my mouth. That’s okay, I don’t mind. But if you see a wolf blocking our way, you have two choices, step on the gas and run it down and maybe live to see the sun come up, or you can stop, but it isn’t going to get out of the way, and this puny little station wagon isn’t going to keep it out.”
“ Alright, if I see a wolf, I’ll run it down,” she said, hoping to calm him. She glanced over at Miles and was surprised to see him covered in sweat and cowering against the door. His hand was creeping toward the handle. She couldn’t believe it. He was going to run.
And he did. He flicked the door handle up and jumped out of the car. He was slow and John Coffee could have killed him with the knife. But he didn’t. Instead he started to open his door to go after him when a roaring sound like she’d never heard before cut through her senses and she saw a wolf-like animal in the center of the street, eyes blazing, smoke rising from its snout.