Michael Lombard, carrying Bob Cameron.

Theo Vincent, dragging a bar stool in each hand.

Matt knelt on the seat and stared intently out the rear window. "Gee," he said softly. "Gee."

"Goddamn it, Matthew!" Peg exploded. She grabbed the back of his neck and forced him to turn around. "This isn't a game! This isn't a goddamned game!" Spittle bubbled in the corners of her mouth and she wiped it away with a darting, rigid finger.

"I know that," Matt said, jerking his head to shake his mother's hand away. "I know that."

Amy and Tommy Fox walked the center line. Colin slowed and drifted around them. Water from the tires eddied around their ankles and up over their shoes. Tommy carried a rock; Amy's hands were empty.

They passed no one else, and when he could no longer see the children in the rearview mirror he pulled over slightly and rolled the window down the rest of the way. He waved the patrol car alongside, and waited for Annalee to bring hers down too.

"Matt thinks they're going to Gran's," he shouted over the storm.

The others nodded. Hugh leaned forward, green-faced, his glasses blind. "Less time than we thought."

"Yeah."

"Maybe we should-"

Colin didn't hear the rest. Tabor suddenly accelerated as the island began to rise and the road lost its shallow river. He sounded the horn twice, twice more, and Colin followed closely despite his struggling with the wind. The wheels shimmied, and he gritted his teeth. Spray from the cruiser nearly blinded him until he backed off. Matt leaned forward eagerly, biting his lower lip until his mother ordered him into the back. He did not argue. He clambered over the seat and folded his arms on the rear shelf, watching for signs the dead were in pursuit.

Too fast, Colin thought as he fought to keep the car — on the road, we're going too damned-

Suddenly the patrol car's brake lights flared, and it began to slide inexorably to the right, sharply to the left, finally skewed into a complete turn while still moving forward. Peg shouted wordlessly as Colin swerved to avoid the skidding vehicle, puzzled when he saw streaks of black on the tarmac. Then his own car lost its traction. He grunted, ignored Peg's warning when he saw the pair of downed trees stretched across the road. Tabor was unable to avoid the storm-born deadfall, and Colin heard the ripping of metal as the cruiser slammed broadside into the first trunk.

He spun the wheel desperately, touching the brake pedal lightly as he found himself helplessly caught in a spin. Then the right front wheel held and they were jolted past the uprooted trees, branches scratching and screeching like nails along the side. Peg smothered a scream behind her hands. Matt instantly dropped to the floorboard and covered his head with his arms. The car jounced over the shoulder, and Colin threw up his hands as they plowed through the picket fence at the boarding house lawn.