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happen…what she was being forced to do。
She forced her thoughts back toward the limitless wonders that awaited in the secret city。 She reminded herself once again there was no other way。 Even if she managed to beat Nora's accusations somehow； they would ruin her forever。 And in his heart； her father would know 。 。 。
It came at last： the crackle of a twig。 The soft chuff of a foot； placed carefully in wet sand。 And then another； at least； she thought she heard another； against the distant call of the river and the soft patter of rain。
Someone was sneaking up to the tent； someone exercising exceptional care。
Sloane hesitated momentarily； she didn't know Nora had such capacity for stealth。 But nobody else； she knew； would be approaching the tent so cautiously。
She took a breath； opening her mouth as if to speak。 For a moment； she considered calling out to Nora： to give her one more chance； to forget Aragon； the weather report； everything。 But then she remembered the look on Nora's face…the word murderer； uttered between clenched teeth…and she remained silent。
With a slight pressure of her thumbs and middle fingers； she raised the muzzle of the 。38； relaxing her hands to absorb the recoil。 She was a decent shot； at this range； there was no chance of missing。 It would be quick； and probably painless。 Within two minutes； both Nora and Smithback would be in the river； moving inexorably toward the narrow slot at its far end。 If there was ever any question； she could always tell the others she had been shooting at a snake。
She waited； barrel leveled steadily。 The steps were so quiet； and spaced so far apart； Sloane could not tell if they were approaching or receding。 And then at last a shadow interposed itself between her and the tent。
Sloane breathed out slowly through her nostrils。 The shadow was too tall to be bandy…legged Swire； and too short to be Aaron or Bonarotti。 It could only be Nora。 The shadow deepened slightly as it glided around the side of the tent； hovering outside the door。
Carefully； Sloane aimed the gun； centering on the shadow。 This was it； then。 She suspended her breathing； timed the shot to the interval between heartbeats； and squeezed the trigger。
The short…barreled weapon jerked back violently in her hands as the shot reverberated down the canyon。 There was a gasp； the sound of spasmodic kicking； a brief； retreating scrabble。 When her eyes cleared； the silhouette had disappeared from the dim light of the tent and all was silent。
She crept out of the chamisa and rose to her feet。 It was done。 She realized she was shaking violently but made no attempt to control it。 Snapping on her light； keeping the gun drawn； she came forward。 She hesitated at the side of the tent； momentarily unwilling to see the destruction her gun had wrought。 Then； with a deep breath； she stepped forward。
Instead of Nora's body lying before the tent； broken and bleeding； there was nothing。
Sloane's hands went slack in consternation； and she fought to maintain her grip on the gun。 She looked down at the sand before her； horrified。 How could she possibly have missed？ It was practically a point…blank shot。 Could the gun have misfired？ She swivelled her light around； looking for something； anything； that could explain。
And then； in the sand at the far edge of the tent； the cone of light caught something。 It was a thick gout of blood。 And； beside it； a partial bloody footprint in the damp earth。
Sloane peered more closely。 The print did not belong to Nora…or； it seemed； to any other human being。 It looked； in fact； like a clawed forepaw。
She drew back and glanced around； swinging her flashlight as she did so。 There； caught in the beam behind her； was Nora； sprinting across the valley toward her and the camp。 As the moon peered briefly through the rainclouds； Nora caught sight of Sloane； and stopped short； then veered away quickly； angling now toward the rope ladder that led up to the city。 The shot had flushed her from the rock pile； but in the worst possible way。
Sloane raised the gun in her direction； then lowered it again。 Nora had not approached the tent； after all。 So what had she shot？
As she slowly circled the camp with her light； something resolved itself against the farthest row of tents。 Sloane staggered in disbelief。
The cold light had fallen across a terrifying apparition。 It stood； humped and ragged； staring silently back at her。 Red eyes bored like dots of fire through holes cut into a buckskin mask。 Wild painted designs of white along the legs and arms were spattered crimson with blood。 Its pelt steamed in the humid air。
Instinctively； Sloane took a step backward； panic and disbelief struggling within her。 This was what she had shot。 She could see the great wound in its midriff； the blood shining black in the moonlight。 And yet it remained standing。 More than that： as its chest heaved slowly； she could see that it was very much alive。
Though the revelation took only a split second； to Sloane it seemed as if time had e to a standstill。 She could hear her heart beating a frantic cadence in her ribs。
And then； with terrifying； deliberate malevolence； the creature took a step toward her。
Instantly； panic took over。 Dropping the flashlight； Sloane wheeled and ran。 For a moment； the kiva； the flood； everything was forgotten in her desire to escape this monstrous vision。 This was the thing that massacred the horses； desecrated Holroyd's body 。 。 。 then she thought of Swire and Bonarotti； and suddenly her legs were churning even faster； the night air tearing in and out of her lungs。
Now she could barely make out Nora； climbing toward the city。 Desperately； Sloane veered to follow； keeping her eyes locked on the ladder； running with reckless abandon； trying with all the power of her will to ignore the awful； low； flapping sounds of the pelted thing as it came racing up the darkness behind her。
65
NORA HEAVED HERSELF OVER THE RIM； scrambled to her feet； and sprinted away from the edge of the cliff。 Vaulting over the retaining wall； she dashed across the central plaza into the deeper darkness beneath the shadow of the roomblocks。
She came to a stop； leaning against a wall； sobbing； sides heaving。 As if from a great distance； she heard the steady beating of rain。 She paid it no heed。 A single； fleeting image was burned into her mind： Sloane； standing outside the door to Smithback's tent after the sound of that terrible shot。 She had found Bill； and killed him。 For a moment； the pain and despair were so overwhelming that Nora considered simply walking out into the plaza and letting Sloane gun her down。
A peal of thunder boomed； echoing again and again beneath the vast dome。 Just being in the city made her feel sick。 Her gaze traveled first to the far wall of the plaza； then back toward the roomblocks and the granaries。 There； black upon black； yawned the maw of the Crawlspace。 She flitted toward the rear of the plaza； careful not to raise any dust。 Perhaps she could lure Sloane inside the Crawlspace； then ambush her； take the gun 。 。 。
She pulled up short； breathing hard。 This was stupid； she was panicking； making bad decisions。 Not only was the Crawlspace a potentially deadly bottleneck； it was loaded with fungal dust。
There was a fresh slash of lightning； and she turned back to see Sloane scramble over the top of the rope ladder； pistol in hand。
〃Nora！〃 she heard Sloane call out wildly。 〃Nora； for God's sake； wait！〃
Nora wheeled； diving away from the plaza； back toward the curved rear wall of the city。
Another tongue of lightning ripped the distant landscape； briefly illuminating the ancient city in indigo chiaroscuro。 A second later； there was a crack of thunder； followed almost immediately by a second sound； shockingly loud in the close confines： the sound of gunfire。
Keeping to the darkest shadows； moving as swiftly as she dared； Nora crept along the stone wall toward the old midden heap。 Careful not to trip over Black's tarps； she moved along the edge of the city； approaching the dark bulk of the first tower。
The sound of running footsteps rang out against stone。 Nora shrank quickly behind the pole l