Only as Travis took the phone book did he realize that he had expected the dog to understand his request. The animal’s extraordinary intelligence and abilities were now things that Travis took for granted.
With a jolt, he also realized that the dog would not have brought the directory to him in the living room if it had not understood the purpose of such a book.
“By God, fur face, you have been well named, haven’t you?”
6
Although Nora usually ate dinner no earlier than seven, she was hungry. The morning walk and the glass of brandy had given her an appetite that even thoughts of Streck could not spoil. She didn’t feel like cooking, so she prepared a platter of fresh fruit and some cheese, plus a croissant heated in the oven.
Nora usually ate dinner in her room, in bed with a magazine or book, because she was happiest there. Now, as she prepared a platter to take upstairs, the telephone rang.
Streck.
It must be him. Who else? She received few calls.
She froze, listening to the phone. Even after it stopped, she leaned against the kitchen counter, feeling weak, waiting for the ringing to start again.
7
When Nora Devon did not answer her telephone, Travis was ready to go back to the evening news on TV, but Einstein was still agitated. The retriever leaped up against the counter, pawed at the directory, pulled it to the floor again, took it in his jaws, and hurried out of the kitchen.
Curious about the dog’s next move, Travis followed and found him waiting at the front door with the phone book still in his mouth.
“What now?”
Einstein put one paw on the door.
“You want to go out?”
The dog whined, but the sound was muffled by the directory in his mouth. “What’re you going to do with the phone book out there? Bury it like a bone? What’s up?”
Although he received answers to none of his questions, Travis opened the door and let the retriever out into the golden, late-afternoon sunshine. Einstein dashed straight to the pickup parked in the driveway. He stood at the passenger door, looking back with what might have been impatience.
Travis walked to the truck and looked down at the retriever. He sighed. “I suspect you want to go somewhere, and I suspect you don’t have in mind the offices of the telephone company.”
Dropping the directory, Einstein jumped up, put his forepaws against the door of the truck and stood there, looking over his shoulder at Travis. He barked.
“You want me to look up Miss Devon’s address in the phone book and go there. Is that it?”
One woof.
“Sorry,” Travis said. “I know you liked her, but I’m not in the market for a woman. Besides, she’s not my type. I already told you that. And I’m not her type, either. Fact is, I have a hunch that nobody’s her type.
The dog barked.
‘‘NO
The dog dropped to the ground, rushed at Travis, and took hold of one leg of his jeans again.
“No,” he said, reaching down and grabbing Einstein by the collar. “There’s no point chewing up my wardrobe, because I’m not going.”
Einstein let go, twisted out of his grasp, and sprinted to the long bed of brightly blooming impatiens, where he started to dig furiously, tossing mangled flowers onto the lawn behind him.
“What’re you doing now, for God’s sake?”
The dog kept digging industriously, working his way through the bed, back and forth, apparently bent on totally destroying it.
“Hey, stop that!” Travis hurried toward the retriever.
Einstein fled to the other end of the front yard and commenced digging a hole in the grass.
Travis went after him.
Einstein escaped once more to another corner of the lawn, where he began ripping out more grass, then to the birdbath, which he tried to undermine, then back to what was left of the impatiens.
Unable to catch the retriever, Travis finally halted, gasped for breath, and shouted, “Enough!”
Einstein stopped digging in the flowers and raised his head, snaky trailers of coral-red impatiens dangling from his mouth.
“We’ll go,” Travis said.
Einstein dropped the flowers and came out of the ruins, onto the lawn- warily.
“No tricks,” Travis promised. “If it means that much to you, then we’ll go see the woman. But God knows what I’m going to say to her.”
8
With her dinner platter in one hand and a bottle of Evian in the other, Nora went along the downstairs hallway, comforted by the sight of lights blazing in every room. On the upstairs landing, she used her elbow to flick the switch for the second-floor hall lights. She would need to include a lot of light bulbs in her next grocery order because she intended to leave all the lights burning day and night for the foreseeable future. It was an expense she did not in the least begrudge.
Still buoyed by the brandy, she began to sing softly to herself as she headed for her room: “ Moon River, wider than a mile..
She stepped through the door. Streck was lying on the bed.
He grinned and said, “Hi, babe.”
For an instant she thought he was a hallucination, but when he spoke she knew he was real, and she cried out, and the platter fell from her hand, Scattering fruit and cheese across the floor.
“Oh my, what an awful mess you’ve made,” he said, sitting up and swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He was still wearing his running shorts, athletic socks, and running shoes; nothing else. “But there’s no need to clean it up now. There’s other business to take care of first. I been waiting a long time for you to come upstairs. Waiting and thinking about you… getting Primed for you…“ He stood. “And now it’s time to teach you what you’ve never learned.”
Nora could not move. Could not breathe.
He must have come to the house directly from the park, arriving before she did. He had forced entry, leaving no trace of a break-in, and he’d been waiting here on the bed all the time she’d been sipping brandy in the kitchen. There was something about his waiting up here that was creepier than anything else he had done, waiting and teasing himself with the promise of her, getting a kick out of listening to her putter around downstairs in ignorance of his presence.
When he was finished with her, would he kill her?
She turned and ran into the second-floor hallway.
As she put her hand on the newel post at the head of the stairs and started down, she heard Streck behind het.
She plunged down the steps, taking them two and three at a time, terrified that she was going to twist an ankle and fall, and at the landing her knee nearly buckled, and she stumbled but kept going, leaped down the last flight, into the first-floor hall.
Seizing her from behind, catching the baggy shoulders of her dress, Streck spun her around to face him.
9
As Travis swung to the curb in front of the Devon house, Einstein stood on the front seat, placed both forepaws on the door handle, bore down with all of his weight, and opened the door. Another neat trick. He was out of the truck and galloping up the front walkway before Travis had engaged the hand brake and switched off the engine.
Seconds later, Travis reached the foot of the veranda steps in time to see the retriever on the porch as he stood on his hind paws and hit the doorbell with one forepaw. The bell was audible from inside.
Climbing the steps, Travis said, “Now, what the devil’s gotten into you?”
The dog rang the bell again.
“Give her a chance-”
As Einstein hit the button a third time, Travis heard a man shout in anger and pain. Then a woman’s cry for help.
Barking as ferociously as he had done in the woods yesterday, Einstein clawed at the door as if he actually believed he could tear his way through it.