Whiteout - Ken Follett [135]
Stanley asked Miranda, “What’s going on out there?”
“Toni Gallo came here with a snowplow and some policemen,” she explained. “Kit went to the door as if everything was all right, and the police left, but Toni insisted on staying.”
“That woman is incredible.”
“I was hiding in the attic. I managed to warn Toni.”
“Well done!”
“That frightful Daisy pushed me down the stairs, but Toni got away. I don’t know where she is now.”
“She can phone the police.”
Miranda shook her head. “She left her phone in her coat pocket, and Kit’s got it.”
“She’ll think of something—she’s remarkably resourceful. Anyway, she’s our only hope. No one else is free, except the children, and Ned, of course.”
“I’m afraid Ned won’t be much use,” Miranda said gloomily. “In a situation like this, the last thing you need is a Shakespeare scholar.” She was thinking how feeble he had been yesterday with his ex, Jennifer, when she threw Miranda out of the house. What hope was there that such a man would stand up to three professional thugs?
She looked out of the pantry window. Dawn had broken and the snow had stopped, so she could see the cottage where Ned lay sleeping and the barn where the children were. She was horrified to see Elton crossing the courtyard. “Oh, God,” she said. “He’s heading for the cottage.”
Her father looked out. “They’re rounding people up,” he said. “They’ll tie everyone before they leave. We can’t let them get away with that virus—but how can we stop them?”
Elton went into the cottage.
“I hope Ned’s all right.” Miranda was suddenly glad Ned was not the belligerent type. Elton was tough, ruthless, and armed. Ned’s only hope was to come quietly.
“It could be worse,” Stanley said. “That lad’s a villain, but he’s not a complete psychopath. The woman is.”
“She makes mistakes because she’s insane,” Miranda said. “In the hall, a few minutes ago, she was punching me when she should have been catching Toni. That’s why Toni got away.”
“Why did Daisy want to punch you?”
“I locked her in the attic.”
“You locked her in the attic?”
“She went there looking for me, and I closed the cupboard door behind her and jammed it shut. That’s what made her so angry.”
Her father seemed choked up. “Brave girl,” he whispered.
“I’m not brave,” Miranda said. The idea was absurd. “I was just so terrified that I was willing to do anything.”
“I think you’re brave.” Tears came to his eyes, and he turned away.
Ned emerged from the cottage. Elton was close behind, holding a gun to the back of Ned’s head. With his left hand, Elton held Tom by the arm.
Miranda gasped with shock. She had thought Tom was in the barn. He must have woken up and gone looking for his mother. He was wearing his Spider-Man pajamas. Miranda fought back tears.
The three of them were heading for the house, but then there was a shout, and they stopped. A moment later Daisy came into view, dragging Sophie by the hair. Sophie was bent double, stumbling in the snow, crying with pain.
Daisy said something to Elton that Miranda could not hear. Then Tom screamed at Daisy: “Leave her alone! You’re hurting her!” His voice was a childish treble, made more high pitched by fear and rage.
Miranda recalled that Tom had a preadolescent passion for Sophie. “Be quiet, Tommy,” she murmured fearfully, although he could not hear her. “It doesn’t matter if she gets her hair pulled.”
Elton laughed. Daisy grinned and yanked more viciously at Sophie’s hair.
It was probably being laughed at that drove Tom over the edge. He suddenly went berserk. He jerked his arm out of Elton’s grasp and threw himself at Daisy.
Miranda shouted: “No!”
Daisy was so surprised that when Tom crashed into her, she fell backwards, letting go of Sophie’s hair, and sat down in the snow. Tom dived on top of her, pummeling her with his small fists.
Miranda found herself shouting uselessly: “Stop! Stop!”
Daisy pushed Tom away and got to her feet. Tom jumped up, but Daisy hit him with her gloved fist on the