They were in the kitchen, backed up against the wall next to the cloakroom, Alix clinging to his arm. Through the broken window, he could see the four men moving around, backlit by the flames of the burning station wagon. The pulsing glow of the fire made the fog look like luminescent smoke, made it seem as if the very fabric of the night were burning.
“Jan, we can’t just stay here-waiting.”
Fear in her voice, tension, but no panic. She was good in a crisis, always had been. She wouldn’t come apart. And him? What about him?
His fingers moved spasmodically around the blade of the butcher knife. He wanted to let go of it; it felt alien in his hand, no longer a tool, not even a weapon-more a symbol of menace that crackled as loudly as the fire out there. “We can’t fight them,” he said grimly. “Four against two. And they’ve got guns.”
“We could go up in the tower… the lantern. That trapdoor is made of solid oak.”
“I’ve been thinking the same thing. But not you, just me. You’ve got to get out of here before it’s too late.”
“Get out? There’s no way… ”
“Yes there is.”
“How?”
“By hiding down here while I make them think we’ve both gone up into the tower. They’ll chase me, and when they do you get out through the pantry, run for help.”
“Jan, I can’t leave you here alone-”
“You’ve got to!” The urgency in his voice made it shrill. “Look at them out there. Listen to them. They’re drunk, half crazy-capable of anything. Rape, and worse.”
He felt her shudder. “Where can I hide that they wouldn’t find me? One of them might look around down here… ”
He told her where. Felt her shudder again.
“No,” she said, “I can’t.”
“You can and you will. It’s our only chance.”
“Can’t we both hide?”
“No. They’d search, and if they searched long enough they’d find us.”
“I still say we can both go up into the lantern. Someone will see the fire, someone will come… ”
“Not likely, not with the fog, not all the way in Hilliard. Besides, they blew up the car. What’s to stop them from setting fire to the lighthouse?”
They were coming toward the house now, three of them in a tight little group, Reese with his rifle and Bonner with an ax handle he’d found somewhere and Novotny with a heavy-duty flashlight. They passed out of his line of vision-and then there was a sudden, savage banging on the front door. One of them began yelling obscenities. The door was solid-core, it might not yield, but then all they had to do was break out the glass in one of the windows and come in that way. If they weren’t drunk they’d have thought of that already.
He swung Alix around to face him, kissed her hard on the mouth, pushed her away from him. “Hurry! Before it’s too late!”
“Oh God, Jan, I love you… ”
“I love you too. Hurry!”