dk.coldfire-第32章
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alating to a level at which adrenaline would soon start to squirt out his ears。
As he made his way back the aisle toward the reporter； she started to get up。 Then a look of resignation slid across her face； and she sat down again。
She was as easy to look at as he remembered； though the skin around her eyes was slightly dark； as if from lack of sleep。
When he arrived at row twenty…three； he said； 〃e on。〃 He reached for her hand。
She did not give it to him。
〃We've got to talk；〃 he said。
〃We can talk here。〃
〃No； we can't。〃
The stewardess who had warned him about blocking the aisle was approaching again。
When Holly would not take his hand； he gripped her by the arm and urged her to get up； hoping she would not force him to yank her out of the seat。 The stewardess probably already thought he was some perverted Svengali who was herding up the best…looking women on the flight to surround himself with a harem over there on the port side。 Happily； the reporter rose without further protest。
He led her back through the plane to a restroom。 It was not occupied； so he pushed her inside。 He glanced back； expecting to see the stewardess watching him； but she was attending to another passenger。 He followed Holly into the tiny cubicle and pulled the door shut。
She squeezed into the corner； trying to stay as far away from him as possible； but they were still virtually nose to nose。
〃I'm not afraid of you；〃 she said。
〃Good。 There's no reason to be。〃
Vibrations were conducted well by the burnished…steel walls of the lavatory。 The deep drone of the engines was somewhat louder there than in the main cabin。
She said； 〃What do you want？〃 〃You've got to do exactly what I tell you。〃
She frowned。 〃Listen； I〃 〃Exactly what I tell you； and no arguments； there's no time for arguments；〃 he said sharply； wondering what the hell he was talking about。
〃I know all about your〃 〃I don't care what you know。 That's not important now。〃
She frowned。 〃You're shaking like a leaf〃 He was not only shaking but sweating。 The lavatory was cool enough but he could feel beads of sweat forming across his forehead。 A thin trickle coursed down his right temple and past the corner of his eye。
Speaking rapidly； he said； 〃I want you to e forward in the plane； farther front near me； there're a couple of empty seats in that area。〃
〃But I〃 〃You can't stay where you are； back there in row twenty…three； no way She was not a docile woman。 She knew her own mind； and she was not used to being told what to do。 〃That's my seat。
Twenty…three H。 You can' strongarm me…〃 Impatiently； he said； 〃If you sit there； you're going to die。〃
She looked no more surprised than he felt…which was plenty damned surprised。 〃Die？ What do you mean？〃 〃I don't know。〃 But then unwanted knowledge came to him。 〃Oh Jesus。
Oh； my God。 We're going down。〃
〃What？〃 〃The plane。〃 Now his heart was racing faster than the turbine blades of the great engines that were keeping them aloft。 〃Down。 All the way down。〃
He saw her inprehension give way to a dreadful understanding 〃Crash？〃 〃Yes。〃
〃When？〃 〃I don't know。 Soon。 Beyond row twenty； almost nobody's going to survive。〃 He did not know what he was going to say until he said it； and as he listened to his own words he was horrified by them。 〃There'll be a better survival rate in the first nine rows； but not good； not good at this You've got to move into my section。〃
The aircraft shuddered。
Holly stiffened and looked around fearfully； as if she expected the lavatory walls to crumple in on them。
〃Turbulence；〃 he said。 〃Just turbulence。 We've got。 。 。 a few minutes yet。〃
Evidently she had learned enough about him to have faith in his perception。 She did not express any doubt。 〃I don't want to die。〃
With an increasing sense of urgency； Jim gripped her by the shoulder 〃That's why you've got to e forward； sit near me。 Nobody's going to be killed in rows ten through twenty。 There'll be injuries； a few of them serious； but nobody's going to die in that section； and a lot of them are going to walk out of it unhurt。 Now； for God's sake； e on。〃
He reached for the door handle。
〃Wait。 You've got to tell the pilot。〃
He shook his head。 〃It wouldn't help。〃
〃But maybe there's something he can do； stop it from happening。〃
〃He wouldn't believe me； and even if he did。 。 。 I don't know what to tell him。 We're going down； yeah； but I don't know why。 Maybe a mid…air collision； maybe structural failure； maybe there's a bomb aboard…it could be anything。〃
〃But you're a psychic； you must be able to see more details if you try。〃
〃If you believe I'm a psychic； you know less about me than you think you do。〃
〃You've got to try。〃
〃Oh； lady； I'd try； I'd try like a sonofabitch if it would do any good。
But it won't。〃
Terror and curiosity fought for control of her face。 〃If you're not a psychic…what are you？〃 〃A tool。〃
〃Tool？〃 〃Someone or something uses me。〃
The DC…10 shuddered again。 They froze； but the aircraft did not take a sudden plunge。 It went on as before； its three big engines droning。
Just more turbulence。
She grabbed his arm。 〃You can't let all those people die！〃 A rope of guilt constricted his chest and knotted his stomach at the implication that the deaths of the others aboard would somehow be his fault。
He said； 〃I'm here to save the woman and the girl； no one else。〃
〃That's horrible。〃
Opening the lavatory door； he said； 〃I don't like it any more than you do； but that's the way it is。〃
She did not let go of his arm but jerked at it angrily。 Her green eyes were haunted； probably with her own visions of battered bodies strewn across the earth among smoking chunks of wreckage。 She repeated herself； whispering fiercely this time： 〃You can't let all those people die。〃
Impatiently； he said； 〃Either e with me； or die with the rest of them。〃
He stepped out of the lavatory； and she followed him； but he did not know whether she was going to acpany him back to his section。
He hoped to God she would。 He really could not be held responsible for all the other people who would perish； because they would have died even if he had not e aboard； that was their fate； and he had not been sent to alter their destinies。 He could not save the whole world； and he had to rely on the wisdom of whatever higher power was guiding him。 But he most definitely would be responsible for Holly Thorne's death； because she would never have taken the flight if； unwittingly； he had not led her onto it。
As he moved forward along the port aisle； he glanced to his left at the portholes and clear blue sky beyond。 He had a too vivid sense of the yawning void under his feet； and his stomach flopped。
When he reached his seat in row sixteen； he dared to look back。
Relief flooded through him at the sight of Holly trailing close。
He pointed to a pair of empty seats immediately behind his and Chris tine's。
Holly shook her head。 〃Only if you'll sit down with me。 We have to talk。〃
He glanced down at Christine； then at Holly。 He was acutely aware of time slipping away like water swirling down a drain。 The awful moment of impact was drawing closer。 He wanted to pick the reporter up； stuff her into the seat； engage her seatbelt； and lock her in place。 But seatbelts didn't have locks。
Unable to conceal his extreme frustration； he spoke to her through grit ted teeth。 〃My place is with them；〃 he said； meaning with Christine and Casey Dubrovek。
He had spoken quietly； as had Holly； but other passengers were beginning to look at them。
Christine frowned up at him； craned her neck to look back at Holly； and said； 〃Is something wrong； Steve？〃 〃No。 Everything's fine；〃 he lied。
He glanced at the portholes again。 Blue sky。 Vast。 Empty。 How many miles to the earth below？ 〃You don't look well；〃 Christine said。
He realized that his face was still sheathed in a greasy film of sweat。
〃Just a little warm。 Uh； look； I ran into an old friend。 Gimme five minutes？〃 Christine smiled。 〃Sure； sure。 I'm still going over a mental list of the most…eligible。〃
For a moment he had no idea what the hell she was talking about。
Then
