Cat Striking Back

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their skateboards.
    Losing his nerve, he’d turned around and headed back home. The neighbors, glimpsing the car, might not know for sure he was alone, with the tinted side windows, would maybe think they’d forgotten something. Damn neighbors minded way too much of other people’s business—but he needed them. If he went ahead with the plan, he sure as hell needed them.
    He had put the car back in the garage, had spent hours pacing the house waiting for it to get dark, sweating and trying to breathe slowly and deeply. At dusk he’d wanted to try again, but when he looked out the front window, two couples were walking their dogs. Puffy little mutts that looked more like wind-up toys than something alive, and their owners strutting along after them like they were some kind of big deal. That was another thing about pets, they were not only dirty and of no practical use, they wasted a person’s time, to say nothing of wasting money.And right now those dogs, bringing the neighbors out on the street, were sure as hell hindering him in what he had to do. She’d never known how he felt about useless animals, he was way too good at making people believe what he wanted them to believe.
    He’d left the house lights off. In the dark he’d poured himself a small bourbon, knowing he daren’t drink much, that he had to keep his head clear. He’d kept looking out the window, but had ended up having to wait until full dark before the street was empty. This time, going into the garage, he’d disconnected the motor for the garage door by pulling the cord, had pushed the door up manually so it was quieter. Had gotten in the car and backed out hoping no one saw, had closed the door again by hand and headed down to the Parker house.
    Turning into the cracked drive, he’d pulled down to where it turned to enter the garage, where the overgrown bushes should hide the car. Getting out, he’d walked back up the drive and stood among the dark bushes looking up and down the street.
    He could see no one on the street or in the yards. Studying the lighted windows, he could see no shadow standing behind the curtains or shades as if looking out. He could smell roast beef cooking, and fish frying. Taking the flashlight from the glove compartment, he’d walked between the bushes and through the long grass on down to the pool. Insane to let a house go like this, with the prices of real estate in this town.
    It was dark as hell in the back, and he was afraid of a misstep, of falling into the empty pool himself. Wouldn’t that be ironic, if he, too, died down there. He had a flashof her making him fall, reaching up from the pool and dragging him down, and that constricted his breathing, so he had to slow until he got his breath. All his life he’d had to deal with constricted breathing. All his life he’d known that wasn’t fair.
    He didn’t want to shine the light until he was down inside the pool, and twice he slipped going down the slimy steps. He was down inside the concrete hole at last. Crossing the muddy tile, he shielded the light in his cupped hand, wondering how much would reflect up out of the pool.
    She was there lying in the dark, as he’d left her, but the shock of seeing her sprawled, of his light playing over the blood and bruise, made his stomach twist.
    At last, kneeling, he got his arms under her, to lift her. Her arms were stiff, her head and neck stiff. Her torso was limp, difficult to handle, stiff arms and legs sticking out. Sickened, he lifted her as best he could, carried and dragged her across the pool and up the steps, slipping and silently cursing—and leaving a drag trail of mud and blood along with the track of his tennis shoes, a mess he would have to clean up once he got her out of there.
    She was even harder to handle loading in the trunk. He got her in at last, got the dark wool lap blanket out of the backseat and pulled it over her, covering

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