Fast.Īnd Jenny hadn't thrown the box after all. Flannels was in the lead, and Bandanna just a length behind him, and they were running like deer, with an animal grace and economy of motion. Both guys stared at her and then-they turned around and started running. She wasn't sure exactly what happened next. With both hands she lifted the white box to throw it. Her mind, utterly practical, ordered her hand to stop searching for a doorknob that wasn't there. Throw the box at them, she thought, suddenly calm and clear. They were both coming toward her and where was the freaking doorknob? All she could feel behind her was cool, painted concrete. The one with the bandanna was grinning in a very creepy way.
They were close enough that she could see that the one in the flannel shirt had bad skin. Where was it? And why was she so stupid today? She should have asked the guy in black if she could use the phone she should have called Tom-or Dee-Where was the knob? Swiftly and automatically she stepped backward, reaching behind her for the doorknob. Jenny saw them coming and felt a jolt to her stomach. They were waiting for her across the street, hidden in the blue-gray shadows of dusk. That was when she noticed the tough guys. Now if she ran all the way home, she might just have time to throw some Cheez Whiz in the microwave and shove a handful of CDs in the player. She gave herself a mental shake, throwing off the lingering image of those blue eyes. Terrific soundproofing, Jenny thought as the door closed behind her and the music was cut off. The boy in black reached over and turned the acid house music on. It shocked Jenny so much that her "goodbye" froze in her throat. Like-a starving tiger about to go hunting. A look completely at odds with the indifferent manner he'd worn while speaking to her. For just a second she caught something in his eyes-a hungry look. When she looked back, he was standing half in shadow, with the stained glass of a lamp throwing blue and purple stripes on his hair. He murmured what sounded like "at nine" but undoubtedly was "that's fine" or something like that. It was just a politeness, not meant to be answered, but he did answer. "Thank you I have to go," she gasped distractedly, heading for the door. Seven-thirty-it couldn't be! There was no way she could have been in this store for over an hour, but it was true. Jenny glanced down at her watch and stiffened in horror. "Enjoy," he said, and then his heavy lashes drooped as if at a private joke.įrom somewhere a clock chimed the little unfinished tune that meant half past some hour. When she looked up, the boy was smiling at her. The wrongness of that cut into her pleasure in the box a little, and she felt another chill, like spiders walking on gooseflesh.
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She noticed the cash drawer was full of odd-looking money all jumbled together: square coins, coins with holes in the center, crumpled bills in pastel colors. He went to the counter and hit a key on an antique-looking brass cash register. "The craziest thing happened to me today." No matter what, this would make a great story to tell Tom and the others tonight. She wanted it, and she felt a strange reluctance to take the lid off and peek in.
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She knew perfectly well anybody crazy enough to buy a box without looking inside it deserved whatever they got, but she didn't care. "We're closing," the boy said briskly, with another of his arbitrary mood swings. There was a quality about it that Jenny couldn't describe, a sort of electric current that ran up her fingers as she held it. Something inside rattled slightly, mysteriously.
It was cool and just weighty enough to be intriguing. She took the glossy box gingerly between her palms-and forgot everything else. "Okay," Jenny said, embarrassed, her vehemence fading. "You can hold it if you want," he said gently.
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