“What the-it threw a rock?”
I stared past him and to the front of the van. One of the headlights was out, shards of clear plastic littering the asphalt. A head-sized stone lay down there too.
“We better-”
Another rock sailed out of the night. I ducked, but it wasn’t aimed at me. With disturbing accuracy, it slammed into the other headlight. Darkness smothered us. My night vision was useless after being so close to the lights. I patted around for my bow-I’d dropped it in the fall-and let Simon haul me to my feet. I didn’t need him yelling at me to convince me to race for the nearest van door. If my arrow had hit that thing, it sure hadn’t hurt it.
I kept my head down, expecting more rocks to pelt us, but another shriek sounded instead, this time from the other side of camp. Glass shattered over there.
“There’s not more than one, is there?” I threw open the door and lunged into the back of the van.
Simon was already in the driver’s seat. “I think it ran around the camp.”
“What is it?”
“I didn’t get a good look.”
Sirens wailed in the distance. The cops. Finally. I hoped they showed up with armor and automatic weapons. By now, I’d had enough of being brave and would be happy hiding in the van while the professionals took care of the problem. Rock-throwing bears were beyond my pay grade.
I came up to the front seat at the same time as a pair of police cars drove into sight, their red lights throwing flashes of illumination into the woods. Those flashes lit up the campground too. Three lots down from ours sat an SUV with the windshield and one of the windows smashed in. I couldn’t tell if anyone was inside-or had been.
“Only two police cars?” I asked. “That’s it?”
“All I told the operator was that there was screaming,” Simon said. “I didn’t think the lady would take me seriously if I mentioned monsters.”
Four cops flowed out of the cars, guns in their hands. At least they were armed.
“Bear, bear!” someone yelled from the other end of the campground. “It got-oh, Jesus, it killed Stacy!”
Two of the cops raced in that direction. The remaining two looked around, probably trying to find the person who’d made the call. I didn’t want to talk to them, not after we’d already been questioned in regard to a murder that day-surely it would appear suspicious if we were the ones to report more trouble-but one of them headed for our van and one for the camp host’s trailer. Only that poor kid was in there. He wouldn’t be able to tell them anything cogent.
Reluctantly, I climbed out of the van, leaving my bow and arrows inside. The last thing I needed was for them to think I was the crazy idiot running around attacking people. The officer veered toward Simon-he’d stepped outside first. They spoke quietly, and Simon pointed into the woods where the first two people had… disappeared.
I stood back and shivered. The air felt about thirty degrees colder than when we’d first driven into the campground that evening. The screams had stopped, and I didn’t hear any more thrashing about in the woods. I did hear the rumble of engines approaching from the street. They sounded like motorcycles.
“Must be motorcycle police,” I muttered. There was no way our two strange Harley riders would show up here. They couldn’t possibly know about this.
Gunshots fired from the woods behind the battered SUV. Snatches of the cops’ conversation reached my ears.
“…hit it. I know I did.”
“…bullets didn’t slow it…”
More headlights turned in from the highway. I stared in disbelief. It was the pair of riders. They rolled into the campground and parked their bikes beside a dumpster. As one, they removed their helmets. They wore the same clothing as they had earlier in the day, including the dark caps.
I glanced at Simon, but the policeman had his attention. The riders scanned the camp, noting the police, then they had a quick conversation with each other. One pointed toward the south, toward the woods where the people had disappeared. One of the cops was already searching that area. The two who’d run off after the “bear” hadn’t returned.
The riders jogged across the pavement to the east, both looking in my direction as they passed. They had to recognize me, but neither seemed surprised at seeing us. The gruffer one-Jakatra, hadn’t that been his name? — glared, but that might be his normal expression. The younger one, at least I assumed he was younger since he had more innocence and curiosity about him, gave me a shrug and a wry quirk of the lips. Then they were gone, seeming to disappear as soon as they stepped off the asphalt and into the brush. If they’d been carrying weapons, I hadn’t noticed them. Maybe they didn’t need them. What if that… creature was a pet of theirs, and they’d come to leash it up and take it away until it was time to send it out to kill again?
“There’s a body over here,” came a call from the woods. “A woman. Get some backup, Steve. Whatever’s out here is dangerous.”
“It’s a bear, right?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen a bear do anything like this. Better get these people out of here. And tell the backup to bring rifles. This just happened.”
“That’s what I’ve been telling you,” Simon said, but the officer who’d been talking to him wasn’t paying attention anymore. He jogged back to his car and leaned in to grab the radio handset.
I tugged on Simon’s sleeve. “Do you think we should get out of here while we can? Before they talk to the sheriff’s department and it comes out that we were around for both incidents today?”
“That’s not our fault.”
“No, but it might look suspicious to police looking to pin responsibility on someone.”
“How can we be responsible?” Simon asked. “We don’t have a clue about what’s going on. What’s suspicious is… are those the same two Harleys?”
“Yeah, our buddies in black drove in, then ran off into the woods.” I pointed in the direction they’d gone.
“Now that’s suspicious. Those are the guys who must be up to something shifty. It’s pure coincidence that we’ve been here for both of these.”
“Is it?” I wondered.
“What do you mean?”
I shrugged. The woods lay out there, dark and ominous, still being bathed by the red police lights. The shade reminded me too much of blood.
“I found another body,” one of the police called.
“There’s someone injured over here,” one by the smashed car said. “Steve, get the paramedics out here too.”
The man at the radio chopped a wave.
Simon gripped my arm. “Del, what do you mean about it not being a coincidence?”
“I don’t know. Just musing. But don’t you think it’s weird that this has happened in the two places we were today? What if that creature is after us? Or wants something we have?”
“Oh, sure, it’s upset it didn’t get a chance to bid for the antique coffee grinder.”
“Hey, we’ve found some good stuff. Remember those quirky clay figurines from that Fremont pit house near the Wilcox Ranch?”
“I remember that you wanted to donate them to a museum instead of selling them,” Simon said.
“But we haven’t done that yet. They’re still in the van. Other stuff is too.”
“Yeah, yeah, I get your point, and I think you’re nuts.”
I propped my fists on my hips. “Well, thank you for so thoroughly considering it from all angles.”
“You’re welcome.” Simon waved his phone. “I’m going to see if I can get some pictures of monster footprints.”
“What you’re going to get is arrested for interfering,” I called after him.
More sirens were wailing, coming from the direction of the town. Why did I have a feeling we’d both be in jail before dawn?
Two lean, dark figures walked out of the trees on the opposite side of the camp. The riders were back. They stuck to the shadows, and the police didn’t notice them. As far as I could tell nobody had noticed them. Except for me.