Fountain Society : a Novel by Wes Craven

Author:Wes Craven
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Horror, General, Science Fiction, Immortalism, Suspense, Scientists, Large Type Books, Fiction, Medical
ISBN: 9780786222704
Publisher: Thorndike Press
Published: 1999-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

Then a long pause.

Someone was listening on the other side.

She put her ear to the door, then jumped back, scared silly by a second, sharper knock. She held her breath until her lungs ached. "Miss Parker? Are you in there? I can see your Iight's on." Ivor Greeley. She exhaled, tried to sound normal. "Yes, Ivor, what is it?" "We gotta talk."

"Why?"

"Can you open the door?"

She looked around for a heavy object. "Can't it wait fill morning?" "You have to leave in the morning. I just thought I should tell you that tonight, since you're up." She stared at the door, the hotel regulations, the exit diagram, as though they were instructions from God. Why was Ivor awake at this hour? "Leave? Why?"

"I think you know why.

"I'm sorry, but I don't."

"Because, Miss Parker, your credit card's no good." She regrouped. It was a simple misunderstanding of some kind and Greeley didn't sound threatening at all. A little put out, but entirely businesslike. She undid the chain and pulled open the door. He stood there sad-eyed, shrugging. "Sorry, I didn't mean to spook you. But you're gonna have to leave first thing tomorrow. You can spend the rest of tonight here, of course." "Listen, I've got another card, let me get it for you." "No, that won't do any good either."

She stopped halfway to her purse. "Why not?" "Because," he said sternly, "when I called Visa they said the card was stolen and that probably any other card you gave me would be, too. Really, I don't have time for these kinds of shenanigans in my hotel. That's why I got out of Boston in the first place." He turned on his heel and walked back down the hall. In the garden beyond, a parrot began to shriek. Elizabeth closed her door, then reopened it. "Ivor?" she called. His head reappeared, eyes narrowing. "Did you turn off my phone, too?" He looked bewildered. "No. Your phone? No, I wouldn't even know how to do that." He started off again.

"One other thing, if you wouldn't mind telling me?" He swung around with a look of impatience. "The person at Visa who told you that? Did you happen to get her name?" "Now why would I do that? Anyway, it was a man, very polite. Said maybe you were just a runaway wife and I shouldn't be too hard on you." He turned and disappeared for good. Elizabeth shut the door and relocked it. No way that had been Visa, she realized with a sinking feeling. She paid her bill in full every month. Hans had warned that they would trace her here, but now that they had, now what? Without a credit card she wouldn't have enough money to rent a kayak, let alone a boat that could make it to Puerto Rico. She sat down on the bed and thought hard. Call Annie, have her wire money. But could she get it here in time? Or would it get to her at all? She picked up the phone.

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