Chapter Twenty-Three
The klaxon sirens were getting closer.
"Kara. Stay in the car. I'll check to see if either of them are alive and then we must leave quickly before the ambulance."
But she couldn't stay in the car. She had seen herself here in dreams before. And now, after a cursory look towards her father, at the injured Heather and the missing Elliott, she knew where she was going.
It was only a little ways to his house and then she would see him again. Bernard, her gentle botanist until his turning. How wonderful to see him again. She knew he was there. She could see the green light in the window. It was their signal. Ah, he was home alone. The others were out carousing til dawn. But not my lovely gardener. "How we shall make love again, dear one. Hold on, I'm coming, my love."
Jean-Louis David went back to the car. He saw his daughter heading up the hill. The St. John kid had gotten out of his car, tried to get Heather out but couldn't. He must have heard the sirens and figured help was on the way for her so he headed up the road but erratically like he's injured. I'll just have to follow him with my headlights off. The police are already here. How did they know of the accident so quickly? Merde. Nothing has gone right this night. Maybe he can find St. John, silence him and then go home. His revenge will have to just wait. After all, it's said revenge is a dish best served when cold.