house.â
âExcept I wrote a description of the truck, and theyâve probably found it by now,â Mrs. Banducci said.
Cal gave her a nasty smile. âBut we stole the truck, and thereâs nothing to tie us to that, either. Weâll wipe all the fingerprints off the inside of it, for when somebody finds it in the river, and our prints arenât on file anywhere, anyway. Come on, guys, get rolling. Weâre wasting time.â
Buddy still looked uncertain, but I wasnât concerned about Buddy. I didnât know how far heâd try to drive before we and the truck went into the river, but it wouldnât be very long. Iâve heard that when people are facing death, their entire lives flash before their eyes. All I could think of was that there had to be some way out of this, and I felt frustrated because I couldnât think what it could be. Breathing had become an effort; it was as if I were paralyzed, so I hadto concentrate on making the air go in and out, and I felt light-headed and kind of dizzy. I hoped I wasnât going to throw up.
Cal was already striding away toward the house. I hadnât seen a car over there; maybe theyâd hidden it back under the trees on the other side so nobody would notice it and wonder why it was there at an abandoned farm.
Buddy, still frowning, reached down and grabbed hold of Mrs. Banducciâs thin arm, hauling her to her feet. âCome on, old woman. Back in the truck,â he said gruffly.
Bo hesitated. âYou want me to bring this one?â he asked about me.
âYeah, sure.â Buddy was being rougher than he needed to be, since he was much bigger and stronger than his victim. Bo wasnât very considerate, either. I felt as if heâd dislocated my shoulder by the time I was on my feet, and my balance was off, so I nearly fell again.
âLook,â I managed, âcanât you untie our hands? If youâre going to lock us in, what difference will it make? We canât do anything to get away, and my nose is running and I canât wipe it, and the rope is too tight! Pleaseââ
Bo didnâteven bother to answer. It was a few seconds before I realized why his jaw had first slackened, then tightened in anger. âBuddy! Cal!â he yelled, slamming me against the side of the truck.
âWhat?â Cal called back, turning around halfway to the house.
âShe let the air out of another tire! We got another flat!â
Iâd almost forgotten that. I flinched from his angry grip, but I couldnât get away from him. Iâd been sitting long enough that my feet were half numb, to match my arms.
There was more swearing as the three of them stood looking at the flat tire.
âHowâm I supposed to drive this to the river now?â Buddy demanded, rage sending blood into his face. âAnybody sees us limping along on the rim is going to make us stop. Call the cops, who knows? Itâs too far to go without a tire, and we used the only spare there was.â
âBoy,â Bo said sourly, âthis is the last time weâll trust you to swipe a vehicle. What a lemon.â
Buddy let loose of Mrs. Banducci so fast, shefell against the side of the truck. He took a step toward his cohort with a fisted left hand ready to punch. âIt didnât have flat tires when I stole it, stupid! She let the air out of it, see, the valve capâs there on the ground! It couldnât have come off by itself! Iâll bet one of them did the same thing with the first tire, back at the house.â
He glared at me. For once Mrs. Banducci held her tongue, maybe because she was finally afraid that they might physically hurt us since they were so upset.
My mouth was dry, but I managed to swallow so my throat didnât quite close up.
Cal had the biggest vocabulary of profanity Iâd ever heard. He kicked at the offensive flat tire. When he finally pulled himself together, he spoke
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