Prison of Ice by Dean Koontz

Author:Dean Koontz [Koontz, Dean]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2011-07-30T04:40:29+00:00

passenger bench, facing the rear of the machine, where Dougherty was facing for-ward. The handlebars pressed into his back. His knees were jammed against Brian's knees. Only a vague, amber light filtered through the thick, leaded glass; and the darkness made the tiny enclosure seem even tinier than it was.Harry said, “How do you feel?”“Like hell.”“You will for a while yet.”“My hands and feet sting. I don't mean they're just numb. It's like someone is jabbing long needles into them.” His voice was shaded with

pain.“Frostbite?”“We haven't looked at my feet yet. But they feel about the same as my hands. And there wasn't any frost-bite on my hands. I think I'm safe.”Opening his Thermos, Harry said, “Soup?”“No, thank you. Rita pumped more than a quart of it into me. One more drop, and I'll float away.” He rubbed his hands together, apparently to ease an espe-cially sharp prickle of pain. “By the way, I'm head over heels in love with your wife.”“Who isn't?”“And I want to thank you for coming after me. You saved my life.”“Another day, another bit of heroism,” Harry said. He took a mouthful of soup, chewed, swallowed and said, “What happened to you out there?”“Didn't Rita tell you?”“She said I should hear it from you.”Dougherty hesitated. His eyes glittered in the shad-ows. At last he said, “Someone knocked me out.”Harry stopped chewing.

“Knocked you out?”“Hit me on the back of the head.”“That can't be right.”“I've got the lumps to prove it.”“Let me see.”Brian leaned forward, lowered his head.Harry stripped off his gloves and felt the boy's head. There were two lumps, one larger than the other, one on the back of the skull and the other two inches higher. “Concussion?”“None of the

symptoms.”“Headache?”“Sure.”“Double vision?”“No.”“You're certain you didn't faint?”“Positive,” Brian said, sitting up straight again.“You could have taken quite a nasty bump on the head if you had fainted. You might have fallen against a projection of ice.”“I distinctly remember being struck from behind.”

His voice was full of conviction. “Twice. The first time he didn't strike hard enough. My hood cushioned the blow. I started to turn around—and he hit me much harder the next time. The lights went out but good.”“And then he dragged you out of sight?”“Before any of you saw what was happening.”“Not very

likely.”“The wind was gusting. The snow was so thick I couldn't see more than two yards. He had excellent cover.”“You're saying someone tried to kill you.”“That's right.”“But if that's the case, why did he drag you behind a windbreak? You would have frozen to death in fifteen minutes if he had let you lie in the open.”“He did leave me in the open,” Brian said. “But I came to after you had left. I was dizzy, nauseated, cold. I managed to drag myself out of the wind before I passed out again.”“Murder . . .”“Yes.”Harry didn't want to believe it. There was too damned much on his mind as it was. He simply didn't have room for a new worry. “You must be joking.

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