Mammoth (44 page)

Smart girl. He had expected no less.

He raised his infrared glasses and looked at the back wall. It looked like somebody had painted the outline of a seven-foot-tall mammoth on the side of the trailer in bright green. As he watched, the mammoth’s trunk curled up toward his mouth.

He scanned along the trailer and when he got to the bedroom, perched out above the bed of the pickup truck he saw,
for the second time that night, the infrared figures of a couple making love.

Enjoy it while you can, kids.

He got out his phone and called Howard.

“WARBURTON
has found them,” Howard said.

Andrea looked up from the magazine she had been reading, trying to stay awake. After she had set them on the right track she had completely lost interest in the search. Again, she was far from sure whose side she was on, though she felt she had owed it to Howard to give him her advice.

“Crossing the border?”

“No, but you were right. They plan to cross in the morning.” He explained it to her as they left the plane and walked the short distance to the helicopter. A wind was rising, and she could see storm clouds to the west. Not her idea of a good night to fly, but she wasn’t too worried about it. They got aboard and lifted off quickly. They passed out over water and then Howard, sitting beside her in the backseat, looked thoughtful. They were wearing earpiece/mike units so they could talk over the noise of the chopper. Howard keyed the pilot.

“Where is Oak Harbor in relation to Port Townsend?” he asked.

“It’s on Whidbey Island, sir. The Admiralty Inlet to Puget Sound lies between them. Say ten air miles.”

Howard smiled.

“Let’s arrive in style,” he said to Andrea, then punched a name into his telephone. “Hello? Frank? It’s Howard Christian…yeah, I know what time it is. I wouldn’t be calling if it wasn’t important. What it is, I was wondering if I could borrow your boat?” He held the phone away from his ear and grinned at Andrea. “Okay, charter…you
owe
me, Frank, and now I’ll owe you…okay, you talk to my pilot now, and call the harbormaster, get him out there with the keys. Talk to you later, Frank.”

*    *    *

THE
boat was an eighty-foot Bertram with twin 1500 horsepower engines. Howard was not much of a nautical man, though he owned a larger yacht than this at Bahia Mar, Lauderdale, and sometimes puttered around the inland waterways of Florida in it. He knew how to pull away from the dock and he knew how to pull into the dock, what was so tough about that? Besides, this rig could literally drive itself. You could input a destination and it would plot the best course and keep a radar eye out for traffic. No need to look for channel markers or worry about tides or depth or weather. If there was a problem, the boat would tell you about it and tell you what to do.

Howard and Andrea boarded, cast off, and pulled slowly away from the small marina at the north end of Whidbey Island, threaded through a passage marked on the electronic chart as Deception Pass, and then moved into moderately choppy seas down the west side of the island and into the Strait of Juan de Fuca.

Halfway there Warburton called.

“They’re moving. I’m behind them, they should get there in five minutes. I’ll meet you there.”

“See you in twenty minutes.”

THEY
drove the trailer down a ramp and onto a pier jutting out into the sound. It looked new, or recently refurbished; all that federal money, Warburton guessed. The pier was four lanes wide, paved, and had a stout barrier at the end where the ferry would dock in a few hours. The truck and trailer pulled up to the barrier and cut its lights and engine. The first departure was at six
A.M.
There were no other vehicles parked on the pavement.

Warburton got off his motorcycle at the top of the ramp and walked slowly down toward the trailer. There were two empty lanes to the left of it, where cars would pull off the ferry. Near the barrier was a stairway leading down to a small dock that should accommodate Howard’s boat when it arrived. Warburton wasn’t sure the boat was a good idea, but it was better than landing a helicopter here in the middle of the night, which was sure to attract attention. And anyway, this was how Howard wanted to do it, and he was the boss.

The Bertram arrived fifteen minutes later. Warburton was standing on the dock to catch the line Andrea threw him. He tied it off, and helped them ashore. They went up the stairs and over to the trailer, Howard holding an umbrella over Andrea against the increasing rain. Howard seemed to be almost trembling with anticipation. Warburton took out his gun, a Glock automatic.

“Howard…,” Andrea said.

“Just a precaution, darling,” Howard said. He knocked on the door. There was no answer, so he knocked again. The curtain covering the window in the door was raised, but they couldn’t see anything inside. Warburton held up the pistol, pointing toward the sky. The door opened, and steps extended themselves hydraulically.

“Come on out, Susan,” Howard said into the darkness.

“What if I call CNN?”

“Then I look foolish for a while, and you both go to jail. Is it worth it?”

Susan snapped on an outside light and an inside one. She and Matt were standing there, hastily dressed, barefoot. Susan was crying. Matt had no expression.

“Can I say good-bye to him?”

“I’ll give you one minute.”

Susan moved toward the back of the trailer. Howard didn’t like the look Andrea was giving him.
Well, what was I supposed to do, let her get away with it?
He had expected to feel a lot better about this, but the sense of triumph of only a few moments ago seemed to have washed away in the rain.
Why did she have to cry? I’m not a bully. I’ve been bullied, until I got too big to push around.

Matt came down the steps and stood there, getting wet, giving Susan her privacy. His eyes never left Howard, but he said nothing.

Susan appeared, drying her eyes on her sleeve, and started down the steps. Fuzzy bellowed.

The whole trailer shook. In the back, the side of the trailer dimpled inward, then sprung back. Another bellow, and again the dimple appeared, and this time it didn’t pop back out.

Howard hastily climbed the steps and stuck his head in the
door. The mammoth was agitated, rocking back and forth against his chains, but Howard had seen this arrangement before, he knew even Big Mama could not have torn herself loose. The sides of the trailer were holding. Maybe it would be necessary to let Susan ride back here on the return to Fuzzyland, keep him calmed down until he got back in his familiar quarters.

She was finished with Fuzzy, no question, and if that meant canceling the circus shows until the animal had been brought around to accepting her loss, that was just the way it had to be. He had three elephant trainers lined up who guaranteed Fuzzy could be broken, and none the worse for it, in no less than a month. Andrea didn’t have to see it.

Then he saw the time machine, sitting right there on the table with its top open. Suddenly all the excitement he had been feeling came rushing back at him. It was a good day. It was a
damn
good day!

He sat where Matt had been sitting and just stared at it for a moment, visions of
T. rexes
and brontosaurs dancing in his head. Matthew Wright wasn’t the only genius in the world, not the only man who could figure this thing out. In fact, according to Matt, he never
had
figured it out. The damn thing just turned itself on, took him somewhere, and then brought him back again.

Matt was the only one who witnessed the thing doing whatever it did, and that might help, so maybe he could work out a deal with him to work on it again, though the prospect made him feel like gagging.

Whatever. It had been demonstrated that the thing worked, that was beyond question, and if it worked once Howard could make it work again.

He closed the lid, noticing the dents made when that maniac hit it that night in the warehouse. He snapped the catches, and stood up. He didn’t hear the sound of Fuzzy’s harness leather ripping.

The next thing he knew, Fuzzy had wrapped his trunk around his neck and slammed him to the floor on his back. He looked up into two tons of angry, hairy death as Fuzzy rammed his massive head downward. He screamed.

Susan bolted back up the stairs. Fuzzy had Howard pinned
to the floor, one tusk just missing him on the right, the other poking into the aluminum case on Howard’s left.

“
Fuzzy! Up, Fuzzy, up! Up, Fuzzy
!”

The mammoth paused, down on his knees.

“Up, Fuzzy! That’s a good boy. Up, Fuzzy.”

Fuzzy moved back slightly, got to his feet, looked down at Howard as if wondering if he might take just one more poke at the guy who had upset Susan so much…then backed up to where he had been and stood there, swaying gently.

“Go, Howard,” Susan said quietly. “Just get out of here.”

Howard scrambled to his feet, thankful he hadn’t wet himself. He brushed himself off, and went outside.

“Are you okay, darling?” Andrea went to him and put her arms around him. She could feel him shaking. He hugged her, and turned to Warburton.

“You drive back. Let Susan stay in back with him to keep him calm. I’ll meet you at the park.”

“Will do.”

Warburton stood there holding the gun, though he knew Matt wasn’t going to try anything stupid. He watched Howard and Andrea hurry down the stairs and cast off the line, then scramble aboard the boat. The engine started and the boat began to back up.

Then it vanished. There was nothing on the water but some backwash bubbles that quickly dissipated.

Warburton started running toward where the boat had been. Very near the edge of the pier he slipped on an oily patch and went down, striking his head on one of the pilings. Matt started toward him, and saw him roll over the edge and fall into the water.

“Matt, what’s happening?” He turned and saw Susan standing in the door.

“You keep Fuzzy calm. I’ll see.” He went to the edge and looked. Warburton was floating facedown in the water. Matt cursed and jumped in. It was quite a shock, hitting the cold water.

He was an indifferent swimmer, but he managed to thrash along and turn Warburton over and get his arm around his neck in the vaguely remembered lifesaving position, and he
treaded water for a moment, then started for the dock where the boat had been docked until a few seconds ago.

Susan was waiting for him at the dock, and helped him pull Warburton up and lay him out on the wood planks.

“Do you know what to do?” Matt asked.

“Mouth to mouth, I guess.” She didn’t seem pleased. At that moment Warburton coughed up some water, shook his head, and sat up.

They helped him to his feet, got his arms over their shoulders, and staggered up the stairs with him. Halfway to the trailer, Matt suddenly stopped, dropped Warburton’s arm, and ran toward the trailer. He went up the stairs, was gone for only a moment, then he came back down and faced Susan and a very groggy Warburton.

“That son of a bitch stole my watch,” he said.

THEY
didn’t have any clothes to fit big, bulky Warburton, so he sat across from them in the breakfast nook, soaking wet and shivering and wrapped in a blanket as he sipped from a cup of instant coffee Susan had heated in the microwave. While Susan was out, Fuzzy had entered the living area, curious now rather than angry, and had done a little damage.

“Do you have a first name?” Susan asked.

“I never use it. Did you loosen the harness on that animal?”

Susan glared at him, got up, and retrieved the harness from the back of the trailer. She showed him where the material had ripped.

“Satisfied?”

“Sorry. I had to ask.”

“I would never have endangered Fuzzy that way.”

“Point taken.”

They were quiet for a while, each of them digesting what they had just seen, none of them quite sure what to think of it yet. Finally Matt spoke.

“Howard never told me about the frozen woman between the man and the mammoth,” he said. “Looks like you had your little secret, too. Howard never heard about the watch the man was wearing, did he?”

“What was I supposed to do?” Warburton said angrily. “I
didn’t send a message in the clear, that would have been foolish. I just radioed Howard and told him to get up there where they were digging up his mammoth, there was something he needed to see. Howard knows I wouldn’t waste his time. Between the time I made the call and the time I got back to the mammoth, that bastard Charlie had swiped the watch and was over the horizon on his snowmobile. I went up in the chopper and looked for him, and I don’t know how he managed to hide in that wasteland, but he did. Some of the other Indians, Eskimos, whatever the hell they were, they said Charlie was a weird one, believed in magic, he must have thought the watch had powerful juju.

“Howard was on his way. Rostov had showed me the box by then. I knew Howard would be so happy about finding that…what the hell did it matter if the guy was wearing a watch? It was obvious he had traveled in time and I figured the box was the way he had done it. There were only me and five other people, counting Charlie, who knew about the watch. I figured the box was the important thing, but it cost me,
plenty
, to be sure those other five were quiet about it. One of them’s dead now.” He looked up, saw the expressions on their faces. “Not me. Rostov worked in a refrigerator, he caught pneumonia, he died. End of story. I’m not a hit man.”

Susan grasped Matt’s hand and squeezed.

“Don’t feel responsible for this, Matt,” she said. “We were talking about fate all night. I think you pick your fate. Howard did this to himself.”

“What about Andrea?”

“That I don’t know. But she’s with him, I’m sure of that, wherever they are. And a few hours ago I had to consider whether I’d be happier in the Stone Age with you, or here without you. And I know how I decided.”

Matt squeezed her hand.

“It just seems so harsh. Howard is the last man I’d expect to survive hardships like that. And what took him up to the Arctic Circle?”