“Why do you say, ‘Or so I thought’? ” Suzanne pressed, making a note.
“Because the ranger in the bathroom had been dead for some time. The creature eating him was wearing his uniform. It had changed to look like the ranger.”
Suzanne stared at her, then stopped taking notes. “Did you have anyone look at her head wound?” the officer asked Steve, suddenly speaking as if Madeline wasn’t in the room at all.
“No, not yet…”
“I think we need to call Bill out stat.”
“I’ll phone him now,” the naturalist said, and rose from the chair.
“How did you get hurt?” Suzanne asked.
“I was caught in that flash flood, but look, that’s really not the important issue here.”
“Looks like she got hit pretty bad,” Steve put in.
“No!” Madeline practically yelled. “It’s not my head! That thing’s still out there!”
“Now, honey,” the officer said, her tone gentle. “Why don’t you just sit there on the couch and wait for our medical technician? Would you like a cup of tea or a bite to eat?”
Madeline threw up her hands in frustration. “I can’t believe this!” But even as she said it, she knew how crazy her story sounded, especially to people who hadn’t seen the thing, didn’t know what it was capable of.
“We’ll get this all straightened out,” the naturalist said kindly.
Madeline shook her head in disbelief. “You’ve got to send someone up there! No-send a bunch of people up there. Armed people. And ask that thing pretending to be your friend Mike a lot of personal questions. I guarantee you it won’t be able to answer them.”
“We’ll do that tomorrow,” Suzanne told her. “But first we need to get you better.”
“Tomorrow I’ll go myself,” the naturalist offered.
Madeline couldn’t tell if he meant it or not. “Don’t go alone,” she told him. She was so exhausted, and it felt like someone had jabbed a shish kebab skewer directly through her temple. She sighed, wanting the pain to ease. Bringing her fingers to her head, she massaged gently. She had done her part. She had reported the murder. Now she had to protect herself. And if the rangers weren’t going to help her, if the thing came back, she would just have to face it alone. Or hopefully with Noah, she thought, suddenly wondering where he was, if he’d found a place to stay. Preferably a place with five bolts on the door and no rafters.
“I’m going to call Bill now,” the naturalist said. Suzanne nodded, and he left the room.
“Do you have a place to stay tonight, honey?” asked the officer.
Madeline nodded. “My friend Noah is finding a place. He should be back any minute.” She sighed. “Did anyone else get caught in the flash flood?”
The ranger’s mouth fell into a grim, gray line. “Three that we know of, aside from you.” She paused. “They, uh… they didn’t make it.”
Madeline’s eyes widened as she thought of the freezing water robbing muscles of strength, filling lungs, tossing bodies into jagged rocks and lethal branches.
“But, everything’s going to be all right for you,” Suzanne added quickly, seeing her response. “You’ll see.”
But her reassurance felt hollow and empty, and despite the rangers around her, symbols of law and safety, Madeline had never felt so alone and scared in her life.
After the medical technician had come and rebandaged her head, he determined she didn’t have a concussion and that she should just get some rest. He gave her some acetaminophen, extra bandages, and first aid tape, and left.
Shortly afterward, as she sat alone with the two rangers again, a rap brought their attention back to the door. In a moment Steve was up and opening it. Noah stood there. She was so glad to see him she almost leapt up and hugged him.
“Noah!” she said, about to launch into the story about how they wouldn’t listen to her, how the creature had convinced them it hadn’t killed their friend.
“I found us a place to stay,” he said before she could get a word out.
She realized he was nervous and didn’t want to talk to the rangers.
“Thanks for your help,” he told the rangers.
“The ranger in question is fine… I radioed him myself,” Steve said to Noah.
“Yes,” Noah said quietly. “It’s just been a long couple of days, and my friend here was really spooked by the flash flood.”
Both rangers nodded, and after thanking them again, Noah led her out and shut the door behind them.
“They wouldn’t listen to me,” Madeline said when they stood alone on the porch.
“It’s just as well.”
“Just as well?” Madeline said incredulously.
He looked every bit as exhausted as she felt. But his bruises looked a little better. Not so dark.
“They would get killed if they went after him. You must see that by now.”
Madeline fell silent. At last she nodded. She looked at him intently. “And you won’t?”
Noah sighed and looked out into the night. “Not if I can help it,” he said softly, more, Madeline thought, to himself than to her.
The only available accommodation in the entire park had been one cabin at the Lake McDonald Alpine Chalets, just a few hundred yards from the Apgar ranger station.
A small cabin set back away from the lake’s edge, next to a burbling creek and surrounded by trees and a few other cabins, it stood right next to Apgar campground. It was a miracle they even got it: someone had canceled a reservation at the last minute. During the summer, accommodation in the park was booked solid. They stood in front of it in the dark, listening to the sounds of night around them: the rush of the creek, a warbling owl in the woods.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t get us each a cabin,” he told her, “but I’ll sleep on the couch.”
She nodded. “Thanks. But I already figured you for a gentleman.” Secretly she was grateful they only had one cabin available. She hadn’t relished the thought of sleeping alone in a strange place tonight.
They went inside. It was a small structure with only a main room and a tiny bedroom. In the center of the living room stood a little wooden lacquered table for eating or playing cards. A couple of folding wooden chairs stood on either side. In one corner of the room sulked an old stuffed chair and couch, upholstered in the ever-popular rough orange brown patterned material that almost came to rule the world in 1972.
They checked the closets and even under the bed at her request. The cabin was small and sparse, built in the ’30s, and the bedroom contained only a bed, desk, and a rickety chair. Bathrooms were in separate buildings, shared by all the guests of the cabins. Madeline had seen one of the structures on the way in, a large, lighted building that looked like it had flush toilets and even hot water. The thought of such luxuries after her ordeal almost made her giddy.
After Noah checked the cabin, she collapsed into a chair. In the soft glow of a table lamp, she could clearly see the concern on Noah’s face and something else: a profound tiredness. He looked over, caught her staring, and she glanced away toward the windows.
They didn’t look very secure. What if the creature came scrambling up the stairs, broke a glass pane in the door, reached in with furtive fingers-
“Will it… come? Here?” she asked at last. “Will it find me?”
“No.” Noah shook his head. “There’s no reason to think that. His attacks are random…” His voice trailed off, eyes fixing on the darkness beyond the windows.
Madeline had the distinct feeling he was lying.
8
WHILE Noah unloaded his backpack, Madeline walked the short distance to the bathroom with a toothbrush and toothpaste Noah had bought for her at the campground’s general store. She had no money on her whatsoever; no gear to speak of except what she’d been wearing when the water hit. Her clothes lay drying next to the little heater in the cabin. She was still wearing Noah’s warm fleece. Luckily she had money nearby, however; she’d stashed her wallet under the seat of her car. Tomorrow she’d get a ride to where her car waited, miles down the Going-to-the-Sun Road at the Loop Trailhead. And then she’d go home.