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by and cried out, “There!”
                 “Damn!”
Patrick said. “Missed it! Look for another.”
                 Romy
peered through the windshield. “Where are we?”
                 “Haven’t
a clue.” Patrick shook his head. “Don’t know a thing about Newark .”
                 The
buildings had fallen away behind them and now they were moving through a
no-man’s-land of junkyards and railroad tracks, bouncing along a rutted gravel
path.
                 “The
Taurus isn’t pretending anymore,” Patrick said, and Romy thought she detected a
tremor in his voice. “He’s getting closer. And there’s another car behind him.”
                 “He
knows we’ve spotted him,” Zero said. He moved to the rear doors and crouched
among the overnight bags he’d told Romy and Patrick to bring. If they found
Meerm, they wouldn’t be going home. She watched him peer through a small,
unpainted area of one of the windows. “Looks like he brought
back-up along. I was afraid of this.”
                 “He’s
getting closer!” Patrick called from the front.
                 Romy
moved back beside Zero. “What do you think they’ll do?”
                 “Try
to stop us, find out who we are, maybe kill us. Except for
Tome. They’ll want to interrogate him.”
                 Romy
sensed a cold wave slip over her, just as it had last week when it had come
time to dose the man called David Palmer with his own truth drug. As she felt
her emotions crystallizing, falling one by one into deep-freeze hibernation,
she reached into her shoulder bag and pulled out a .45 caliber HK
semiautomatic. She worked the slide to chamber a shell.
                 “I
don’t think so,” she said.
                 Zero’s
head swiveled to the pistol, then to her. “Where’d you get that?”
                 “From one of the two creeps who invaded my home.”
                 “How
long have you been carrying it?”
                 “Ever since two creeps invaded my home.”
                 “He’s
riding my tail!” Patrick cried from the front.
                 Romy
gestured with her HK toward the rear door. “Hold that open and we’ll stop this
right now.”
                 Zero
shook his head. “It may come to that, but let’s try my way first.” He opened a
heavy-duty plastic cooler and reached inside.
                 “You
were ready for something like this?”
                 “I
try to be prepared for everything.”
                 Despite
the situation, she had to smile. “You must have been a great Boy Scout.”
                 He
looked at her again. “No. Never had the chance.” His
voice sounded sad. “But I think I would have loved it.”
                 He
came up with a red, softball-size object that jiggled in his gloved hand.
                 Romy
stared at it. “A water balloon?”
                 “Not
quite. Put your pistol away and get ready to open the door for me.”
                 Romy
didn’t know what Zero was up to, but she’d learned to trust his judgment. And
his preternatural calm bolstered her confidence. She stowed the pistol and
unlatched the door.
                 Zero
called toward the front: “Do we have any curves coming up, Patrick?”
                 “About
thirty yards.”
                 Zero
turned to Romy. “Get ready. Five-four-three-two-one-open!”
                 Romy
gave the door a shove. As soon as it swung open, revealing the green Taurus no
more than half a dozen feet from their rear bumper, Zero launched the balloon
with a gentle underhand toss.
                 Romy
watched it wobble through the air and land on their pursuer’s windshield—which
then