Dorothy was lying on top of the speeding truck, keeping herself as flat as possible. Molly's watcher had told her this might happen during their conversation at Instro's, so first thing this morning, she had resumed her position atop the building next door. When she'd seen Anderson and a couple of men carrying things out to a truck parked at the curb, she had moved down to the street, and as soon as he and the movers had gone back inside, she had leapt to roof of the truck and lay down, her arms outstretched so she could grip the edge.
Humans almost never looked up, she had discovered, and it held true in this case, too. They worked quickly, and it wasn't long before the truck was fully loaded. She could hear Mrs. Anderson's worried protests, and then there was the slam of a door and the engine roared into life.
They had been traveling for nearly half an hour at a high speed. Dorothy gripped the edge of the trailer a little more tightly and lifted her head, trying to figure out exactly where they were.
The truck suddenly swerved, nearly throwing her off the roof. It swerved again and slowed, the tires squealing as the driver fought for control. It stopped just short of hitting the guardrail.
She peered over the edge, wondering if they had lost a tire. "Thanks for making it so easy on us," one of the movers had pushed Reginald Anderson out of the cab.
Kathryn Anderson screamed as she too was shoved out on to the ground. "Molly! Someone help me, they're taking my daughter!"
Almost immediately the truck was in motion again and Dorothy put her head down. They were already going too fast for her to take a chance on trying to break into the cab and take control; her best bet was to wait until they got wherever they were going.