〃So would I；〃 Muldoon said。
Gennaro shook his head。 〃You really think something could have happened to them？〃
〃Chances are；〃 Muldoon said； 〃that they're perfectly fine； but I'll he happier when I finally see them。 Should be any minute now。〃
The road curved； and then ran up a hill。 At the base of the hill Gennaro saw something white； lying among the ferns by the side of the road。 〃Hold it；〃 Gennaro said； and Muldoon braked。 Gennaro jumped out and ran forward in the headlights of the Jeep to see what it was。 It looked like a piece of clothing； but there was…
Gennaro stopped。
Even from six feet away； he could see clearly what it was。 He walked forward more slowly。
Muldoon leaned out of the car and said； 〃What is it？〃
〃It's a leg；〃 Gennaro said。
The flesh of the leg was pale blue…wbite； terminating in a ragged bloody stump where the knee had been。 Below the calf he saw a white sock； and a brown slip…on shoe。 It was the kind of sboe Ed Regis had been wearing。
By then Muldoon was out of the car； running past him to crouch over the leg。 〃Jesus。〃 He lifted the leg out of the foliage； raising it into the light of the headlamps； and blood from the stump gushed down over his band。 Gennaro was still three feet away。 He quickly bent over； put his hands on his knees； squeezed his eyes shut； and breathed deeply； trying not to be sick。
〃Gennaro。〃 Muldoon's voice was sharp。
〃What？〃
〃Move。 You're blocking the light。〃
Gennaro took a breath； and moved。 When he opened his eyes he saw Muldoon peering critically at the stump。 〃Torn at the joint line；〃 Muldoon said； 〃Didn't bite it…twisted and ripped it。 Just ripped his leg off。〃 Muldoon stood up； holding the severed leg upside down so the remaining blood dripped onto the ferns。 His bloody hand smudged the white sock as fie gripped the ankle。 Gennaro felt sick again。
〃No question what happened；〃 Muldoon was saying。 〃The T…rex got him。〃 Muldoon looked up the hill； then back to Gennaro。 〃You all right？ Can you go on？〃
〃Yes；〃 Gennaro said。 〃I can go on。〃
Muldoon was walking back toward the Jeep； carrying the leg。 〃I guess we better bring this along；〃 he said。 〃Doesn't seem right to leave it here。 Christ； it's going to make a mess of the car。 See if there's anything in the back； will you？ A tarp or newspaper 。 。 。〃
Gennaro opened the back door and rummaged around in the space behind the rear seat。 He felt grateful to think about something else for a moment。 The problem of how to wrap the severed leg expanded to fill his mind； crowding out all other thoughts。 He found a canvas bag with a tool kit； a wheel rim； a cardboard box； and…
〃Two tarps；〃 he said。 They were neatly folded plastic。
〃Give me one；〃 Muldoon said； still standing outside the car。 Muldoon wrapped the leg and passed the now shapeless bundle to Gennaro。 Holding it in his hand； Gennaro was surprised at how heavy it felt。 〃Just put it in the back；〃 Muldoon said。 〃If there's a way to wedge it； you know； so it doesn't roll around 。 。 。〃
〃Okay。〃 Gennaro put the bundle in the back； and Muldoon got behind the wheel。 He accelerated； the wheels spinning in the mud； then digging in。 The Jeep rushed up the hill； and for a moment at the top the headlights still pointed upward into the foliage； and then they swung down； and Gennaro could see the road before them。
〃Jesus；〃 Muldoon said。
Gennaro saw a single Land Cruiser； lying on its side in the center of the road。 He couldn't see the second Land Cruiser at all。 〃Where's the other car？〃
Muldoon looked around briefly； pointed to the left。 〃There。〃 The second Land Cruiser was twenty feet away； crumpled at the foot of a tree。
〃What's it doing there？〃
〃The T…rex threw it。〃
〃Threw it？〃 Gennaro said。
Muldoon's face was grim。 〃Let's get this over with；〃 he said； climbing out of the Jeep。 They hurried forward to the second Land Cruiser。 Their flashlights swung back and forth in the night。
As they came closer； Gennaro saw how battered the car was。 He was careful to let Muldoon look inside first。
〃I wouldn't worry；〃 Muldoon said。 〃It's very unlikely we'll find anyone。〃
〃No？〃
〃No；〃 he said。 He explained that； during his years in Africa； he had visited the scenes of a half…dozen animal attacks on humans in the bush。 One leopard attack： the leopard had torn open a tent in the night and taken a three…year…old child。 Then one buffalo attack in Amboseli； two lion attacks； one croc attack in the north； near Meru。 In every case； there was surprisingly little evidence left behind。
Inexperienced people imagined horrific proofs of an animal attack…torn limbs left behind in the tent； trails of dripping blood leading away into the bush； bloodstained clothing not far from the campsite。 But the truth was； there was usually nothing at all； particularly if the victim was small； an infant or a young child。 The person just seemed to disappear； as if he had walked out into the bush and never e back。 A predator could kill a child just by shaking it； snapping the neck。 Usually there wasn't any blood。
And most of the time you never found any other remains of the victims。 Sometimes a button from a shirt； or a sliver of rubber from a shoe。 But most of the time； nothing。
Predators took children…they preferred children…and they left nothing behind。 So Muldoon thought it highly unlikely that they would ever find any remains of the children。
But as he looked in now； he had a surprise。 〃I'll be damned；〃 he said。
Muldoon tried to put the scene together。 The front windshield of the Land Cruiser was shattered； but there wasn't much glass nearby。 He had noticed shards of glass back on the road。 So the windshield must have broken back there； before the tyrannosaur picked the car up and threw it here。 But the car had taken a tremendous beating。 Muldoon shone his light inside。
〃Empty？〃 Gcnnaro said； tensely。
〃Not quite；〃 Muldoon said。 His flashlight glinted off a Crushed radio handset； and on the floor of the car he saw something else； something curved and black。 The front doors were dented and jammed shut； but he climbed in through the back door and crawled over the seat to pick up the black object。
〃It's a watch；〃 he said； peering at it in the beam of his flashlight。 A cheap digital watch with a molded black rubber strap。 The LCD face was shattered； He thought the boy might have been wearing it； though he wasn't sure。 But it was the kind of watch a kid would have。
〃What is it； a watch？〃 Gennaro said。
〃Yes。 And there's a radio； but it's broken。〃
〃Is that significant？〃
〃Yes。 And there's something else。 。 。 。 〃 Muldoon sniffed。 There was a sour odor inside the car。 He shone the light around until he saw the vomit dripping off the side door panel。 He touched it： still fresh。 〃One of the kids may still be alive；〃 Muldoon said。
Gennaro squinted at him。 〃What makes you think so？〃
〃The watch；〃 Muldoon said。 〃The watch proves it。〃 He banded the watch to Gennaro； who held it in the glow of the flashlight； and turned it over in his hands。
〃Crystal is cracked；〃 Gennaro said。
〃That's right；〃 Muldoon said。 〃And the band is uninjured。〃
〃Which means？〃
〃The kid took it off；〃
〃That could have happened anytime；〃 Gennaro said。 〃Anytime before the attack。〃
〃No；〃 Muldoon said。 〃Those LCD crystals are tough。 It takes a powerful blow to break them。 The watch face was shattered during the attack。〃
〃So the kid took his watch off。〃
〃Think about it；〃 Muldoon said。 〃If you were being attacked by a tyrannosaur； would you stop to take your watch off？〃
〃Maybe it was torn off。〃
〃It's almost impossible to tear a watch off somebody's wrist； without tearing the band off； too。 Anyway； the band is intact。 No；〃 Muldoon said。 〃The kid took it off himself。 He looked at his watch； saw it was broken； and took it off。 He had the time to do that。〃
〃When？〃
〃It could only have been after the attack；〃 Muldoon said。 〃The kid must have been in this car； after the attack。 And the radio was broken； so he left it behind； too。 He's a bright kid； and he knew they weren't useful。〃
〃If he's so bright；〃 Gennaro said； 〃where'd he