for Saturday； fearing a disappointment more painful than the rest； when I
looked up to see someone's silver Volvo parked along the street and it
all came crashing down on me。 Stupid； unreliable vampire； I thought to
myself。
I stomped along in a southerly direction； toward some glassfronted shops
that looked promising。 But when I got to them； they were just a repair
shop and a vacant space。 I still had too much time to go looking for Jess
and Angela yet； and I definitely needed to get my mood in hand before I
met back up with them。 I ran my fingers through my hair a couple of times
and took some deep breaths before I continued around the corner。
I started to realize； as I crossed another road； that I was going the
wrong direction。 The little foot traffic I had seen was going north； and
it looked like the buildings here were mostly warehouses。 I decided to
turn east at the next corner； and then loop around after a few blocks and
try my luck on a different street on my way back to the boardwalk。
A group of four men turned around the corner I was heading for； dressed
too casually to be heading home from the office； but they were too grimy
to be tourists。 As they approached me； I realized they weren't too many
years older than I was。 They were joking loudly among themselves；
laughing raucously and punching each other's arms。 I scooted as far to
the inside of the sidewalk as I could to give them room； walking swiftly；
looking past them to the corner。
〃Hey； there！〃 one of them called as they passed； and he had to be talking
to me since no one else was around。 I glanced up automatically。 Two of
them had paused； the other two were slowing。 The closest； a heavyset；
darkhaired man in his early twenties； seemed to be the one who had
spoken。 He was wearing a flannel shirt open over a dirty tshirt； cutoff
jeans； and sandals。 He took half a step toward me。
〃Hello；〃 I mumbled； a kneejerk reaction。 Then I quickly looked away and
walked faster toward the corner。 I could hear them laughing at full
volume behind me。
〃Hey； wait！〃 one of them called after me again； but I kept my head down
and rounded the corner with a sigh of relief。 I could still hear them
chortling behind me。
I found myself on a sidewalk leading past the backs of several
sombercolored warehouses； each with large bay doors for unloading
trucks； padlocked for the night。 The south side of the street had no
sidewalk； only a chainlink fence topped with barbed wire protecting some
kind of engine parts storage yard。 I'd wandered far past the part of Port
Angeles that I； as a guest； was intended to see。 It was getting dark； I
realized； the clouds finally returning； piling up on the western horizon；
creating an early sunset。 The eastern sky was still clear； but graying；
shot through with streaks of pink and orange。 I'd left my jacket in the
car； and a sudden shiver made me cross my arms tightly across my chest。 A
single van passed me； and then the road was empty。
The sky suddenly darkened further； and； as I looked over my shoulder to
glare at the offending cloud； I realized with a shock that two men were
walking quietly twenty feet behind me。
They were from the same group I'd passed at the corner； though neither
was the dark one who'd spoken to me。 I turned my head forward at once；
quickening my pace。 A chill that had nothing to do with the weather made
me shiver again。 My purse was on a shoulder strap and I had it slung
across my body； the way you were supposed to wear it so it wouldn't get
snatched。 I knew exactly where my pepper spray was — still in my duffle
bag under the bed； never unpacked。 I didn't have much money with me； just
a twenty and some ones； and I thought about 〃accidentally〃 dropping my
bag and walking away。 But a small； frightened voice in the back of my
mind warned me that they might be something worse than thieves。
I listened intently to their quiet footsteps； which were much too quiet
when pared to the boisterous noise they'd been making earlier； and it
didn't sound like they were speeding up； or getting any closer to me。
Breathe； I had to remind myself。 You don't know they're following you。 I
continued to walk as quickly as I could without actually running；
focusing on the righthand turn that was only a few yards away from me
now。 I could hear them； staying as far back as they'd been before。 A blue
car turned onto the street from the south and drove quickly past me。 I
thought of jumping out in front of it； but I hesitated； inhibited； unsure
that I was really being pursued； and then it was too late。
I reached the corner； but a swift glance revealed that it was only a
blind drive to the back of another building。 I was halfturned in
anticipation； I had to hurriedly correct and dash across the narrow
drive； back to the sidewalk。 The street ended at the next corner； where
there was a stop sign。 I concentrated on the faint footsteps behind me；
deciding whether or not to run。 They sounded farther back； though； and I
knew they could outrun me in any case。 I was sure to trip and go
sprawling if I tried to go any faster。 The footfalls were definitely
farther back。 I risked a quick glance over my shoulder； and they were
maybe forty feet back now； I saw with relief。 But they were both staring
at me。
It seemed to take forever for me to get to the corner。 I kept my pace
steady； the men behind me falling ever so slightly farther behind with
every step。 Maybe they realized they had scared me and were sorry。 I saw
two cars going north pass the intersection I was heading for； and I
exhaled in relief。 There would be more people around once I got off this
deserted street。 I skipped around the corner with a grateful sigh。
And skidded to a stop。
The street was lined on both sides by blank； doorless； windowless walls。
I could see in the distance； two intersections down； streetlamps； cars；
and more pedestrians； but they were all too far away。 Because lounging
against the western building； midway down the street； were the other two
men from the group； both watching with excited smiles as I froze dead on
the sidewalk。 I realized then that I wasn't being followed。
I was being herded。
I paused for only a second； but it felt like a very long time。 I turned
then and darted to the other side of the road。 I had a sinking feeling
that it was a wasted attempt。 The footsteps behind me were louder now。
〃There you are！〃 The booming voice of the stocky； darkhaired man
shattered the intense quiet and made me jump。 In the gathering darkness；
it seemed like he was looking past me。
〃Yeah；〃 a voice called loudly from behind me； making me jump again as I
tried to hurry down the street。 〃We just took a little detour。〃
My steps had to slow now。 I was closing the distance between myself and
the lounging pair too quickly。 I had a good loud scream； and I sucked in
air； preparing to use it； but my throat was so dry I wasn't sure how much
volume I could manage。 With a quick movement I slipped my purse over my
head； gripping the strap with one hand； ready to surrender it or