forward again, gagging and shuddering. The blade, a dully gleaming triangle of silver in the deep gloom, emerged from Dinah's chest and glimmered in the air. The little blind girl's chest heaved and there was a high, unearthly whistling sound as the wound sucked inward.
"Now!" Nick grunted. "Press down! Hard as you can!"
Laurel leaned forward. For just a moment she saw blood pouring out of the hole in Dinah's chest, and then the wound was covered. The tablecloth pad grew warm and wet under her hands almost immediately.
"Harder!" Nick snarled at her. "Press harder! Seal it! Seal the wound!"
Laurel now understood what people meant when they talked about coming completely unstrung, because she felt on the verge of it herself. "I can't! I'll break her ribs if - "
"Fuck her ribs! You have to make a seal!"
Laurel rocked forward on her knees and brought her entire weight down on her hands. Now she could feel liquid seeping slowly between her fingers, although she had folded the tablecloth thick.
The Englishman tossed the knife aside and leaned forward until his face was almost touching Dinah's. Her eyes were closed. He rolled one of the lids. "I think she's finally out," he said. "Can't tell for sure because her eyes are so odd, but I hope to heaven she is." Hair had fallen over his brow. He tossed it back impatiently with a jerk of his head and looked at Laurel. "You're doing well. Stay with it, all right? I'm rolling her now. Keep the pressure on as I do."
"There's so much blood," Laurel groaned. "Will she drown?"
"I don't know. Keep the pressure on. Ready, Mr Warwick?"
"Oh Christ I guess so," Rudy Warwick croaked.
"Right. Here we go." Nick slipped his hands beneath Dinah's right shoulderblade and grimaced. "It's worse than I thought," he muttered. "Far worse. She's soaked." He began to pull Dinah slowly upward against the pressure Laurel was putting on. Dinah uttered a thick, croaking moan. A gout of half-congealed blood flew from her mouth and spattered across the floor. And now Laurel could hear a rain of blood pattering down on the carpet from beneath the girl.
Suddenly the world began to swim away from her.
"Keep that pressure on!" Nick cried. "Don't let up!"
But she was fainting.
It was her understanding of what Nick Hopewell would think of her if she did faint which caused her to do what she did next. Laurel stuck her tongue out between her teeth like a child making a face and bit down on it as hard as she could. The pain was bright and exquisite, the salty taste of her own blood immediately filled her mouth... but that sensation that the world was swimming away from her like a big lazy fish in an aquarium passed. She was here again.
Downstairs, there was a sudden shriek of pain and surprise. It was followed by a hoarse shout. On the heels of the shout came a loud, drilling scream.
Rudy and Laurel both turned in that direction. "The boy!" Rudy said. "Him and Gaffney! They - "
"They've found Mr Toomy after all," Nick said. His face was a complicated mask of effort. The tendons on his neck stood out like steel pulleys. "We'll just have to hope - "
"There was a thud from downstairs, followed by a terrible howl of agony. Then a whole series of muffled thumps, that they're on top of the situation. We can't do anything about it now. If we stop in the middle of what we're doing, this little girl is going to die for sure."
"But that sounded like the kid!"
"Can't be helped, can it? Slide the pad under her, Warwick. Do it right now, or I'll kick your bloody arse square."
6
Don led the way down the escalator, then stopped briefly at the bottom to fumble in his pocket. He brought out a square object that gleamed faintly in the dark. "It's my Zippo," he said. "Do you think it'll still work?"
"I don't know," Albert said. "It might... for awhile. You better not try it until you have to. I sure hope it does. We won't be able to see a thing without it."
"Where's this Airport Services place?"
Albert pointed to the door Craig Toomy had gone through less than five minutes before. "Right over there."
"Do you think it's unlocked?"
"Well," Albert said, "there's only one way to find out."
They crossed the terminal, Don still leading the way with his lighter in his right hand.