Again she leaped back, but less far and with less alarm this time. After another few seconds of sniffing, touching, and whisker twitching, curiosity overcame wariness.
They hugged tightly, and then Will kissed her again and gently unfastened her arms from his neck before going to the front door. Mrs. Cooper could see he was upset, because his eyes were glistening, but he turned, remembering his manners, and held out his hand.
Will had first realized his mother was different from other people, and that he had to look after her, when he was seven. They were in a supermarket, and they were playing a game: they were allowed to put an item in the cart only when no one was looking. It was Wills job to look all around and whisper "Now," and she would snatch a tin or a packet from the shelf and put it silently into the cart. When things were in there they were safe, because they became invisible.
As for Wills father, he had vanished long before Will was able to remember him. Will was passionately curious about his father, and he used to plague his mother with questions, most of which she couldnt answer.
He couldnt get it out of his mind, but he had to. There was quite enough to think about. His mother: would she really be safe where she was? Mrs. Cooper wouldnt tell, would she? Even if Will didnt turn up as hed said he would? Because he couldnt, now that hed killed someone.
Will heard his mother getting more and more distressed, and finally he ran into the room and told them to go.
"Its not here, though," said the other voice. "Well have to look upstairs."
"But ... I dont know if I should ... Doesnt she need a doctor?"
It was getting lighter by the minute. It was light enough already to check through the things in the tote bag: his mothers purse, the latest letter from the lawyer, the road map of southern England, chocolate bars, toothpaste, spare socks and pants. And the green leather writing case.
"We havent got any family. Only us. And the neighbors are too busy."
"She wont be expensive," he went on. "Ive brought some packets of food, enough to last, I should think. You could have some of it too. She wont mind sharing."
"But there must be someone who can... I mean, isnt there a neighbor or someone in the family—"
The cat stepped forward—and vanished.
And for that reason alone, it enticed him to stoop and look further. What he saw made his head swim and his heart thump harder, but he didnt hesitate: he pushed his tote bag through, and then scrambled through himself, through the hole in the fabric of this world and into another.
He lifted Moxie out of the way and softly hushed her sleepy protest. Then he swung his legs over the side of the bed and put on his shoes, straining every nerve to hear the sounds from downstairs.
Everything was there. Everything was going according to plan, really.
Holding Moxie against his chest, he unlocked the door and went in quickly. Then he listened very carefully before putting her down. There was nothing to hear; the house was empty.
The two men were in the hall downstairs. He heard one of them say quietly, "Come on. I can hear the milkman down the road."
"Whos that? Is that William?" the old lady said. "I havent seen you for over a year. What do you want, dear?"
"Im going to be staying with a friend," he said. "Ill phone up as often as I can. Ive got your number. Itll be all right"
Will braced himself as he heard the quiet creak of the top step. The man was making no noise at all, but he couldnt help the creak if he wasnt expecting it. Then there was a pause. A very thin beam of flashlight swept along the floor outside. Will saw it through the crack.
The last question was the only one she could help him with. John Parry had been a handsome man, a brave and clever officer in the Royal Marines, who had left the army to become an explorer and lead expeditions to remote parts of the world. Will thrilled to hear about this. No father could be more exciting than an explorer. From then on, in all his games he had an invisible companion: he and his father were together hacking through the jungle, shading their eyes to gaze out across stormy seas from the deck of their schooner, holding up a torch to decipher mysterious inscriptions in a bat-infested cave. ... They were the best of friends, they saved each others life countless times, they laughed and talked together over camp-fires long into the night.
"What was he like?"
Youll take up his mantle."
But neither of them saw the cat.
"Was he a rich man?"
Except that hed killed someone.
"Well," she said, turning to Mrs. Parry, "Im sure it wont matter for a day or so. You can have my daughters room, dear. Shes in Australia. She wont be needing it again."
At least, he saw it from some angles. It looked as if someone had cut a patch out of the air, about two yards from the edge of the road, a patch roughly square in shape and less than a yard across.
He was looking for a battered green leather writing case. There are a surprising number of places to hide something that size even in any ordinary modern house; you dont need secret panels and extensive cellars in order to make something hard to find. Will searched his mothers bedroom first, ashamed to be looking through the drawers where she kept her underclothes, and then he worked systematically through the rest of the rooms upstairs, even his own. Moxie came to see what he was doing and sat and cleaned herself nearby, for company.
"What is it, William?" the old lady said. "Whats the matter?"
The door opened, and there was the stooped elderly figure of the piano teacher, with the scent of lavender water about her as he remembered.
But he listened outside the door, and heard them ask about his father, and felt his breath come more quickly.
Well, he was good at not being noticed. Hed have to not be noticed harder than hed ever done in his life before, and keep it up as long as he could, till either he found his father or they found him. And if they found him first, he didnt care how many more of them he killed.
"No! Shes not ill."
"Dont worry," he said. "Mrs. Cooper will look after you better than me, honest. And Ill phone up and talk to you tomorrow."
"Mum, lets go in and see Mrs. Cooper," he said. "Look, were nearly there."
That wasnt what she meant, and both of them knew it; but somehow Will was in charge of this business, whatever it was. The old lady thought shed never seen a child so implacable.
They were very quiet sounds: a chair being lifted and replaced, a short whisper, the creak of a floorboard.
He decided first to find somewhere safe for his mother to stay. He thought and thought, but he had no friends to ask, and the neighbors were already suspicious, and the only person he thought he could trust was Mrs. Cooper. Once his mother was safely there, he was going to find the green leather case and look at what was in it, and then he was going to go to Oxford, where hed find the answer to some of his questions. But the men came too soon.
The house was silent. In the last of the evening light the man across the road was washing his car, but he took no notice of Will, and Will didnt look at him. The less notice people took, the better.
So he kept his mothers trouble secret. There were times when she was calmer and clearer than others, and he took care to learn from her then how to shop and cook and keep the house clean, so that he could do it when she was confused and frightened. And he learned how to conceal himself, too, how to remain unnoticed at school, how not to attract attention from the neighbors, even when his mother was hi such a state of fear and madness that she could barely speak. What Will himself feared more than anything was that the authorities would find out about her, and take her away, and put him in a home among strangers. Any difficulty was better than that.
"William," she said, "I wish youd tell me what the matter is—"
So the police would be after him too.
He couldnt get out of his mind the crack as the mans head struck the table, and the way his neck was bent so far and in such a wrong way, and the dreadful twitching of his limbs. The man was dead. Hed killed him.
By that time it was dark, and he was hungry. He made himself baked beans on toast and sat at the kitchen table wondering about the best order to look through the downstairs rooms.
He opened a tin for Moxie and left her to eat in the kitchen. How long before the men came back?
Then the door began to move. Will waited till the man was framed in the open doorway, and then exploded up out of the dark and crashed into the intruders belly.
And not long afterward the men came back, insisting that Wills mother had something to tell them. They came when Will was at school, and one of them kept her talking downstairs while the other searched the bedrooms. She didnt realize what they were doing. But Will came home early and found them, and once again he blazed at them, and once again they left.
And though Will didnt know what that meant, he understood the sense of it, and felt uplifted with pride and purpose. All his games were going to come true. His father was alive, lost somewhere hi the wild, and he was going to rescue him and take up his mantle.... It was worth living a difficult life, if you had a great aim like that.
"Is he dead?"
The close where Will and his mother lived was a loop of road in a modern estate with a dozen identical houses, of which theirs was by far the shabbiest. The front garden was just a patch of weedy grass; his mother had planted some shrubs earlier in the year, but theyd shriveled and died for lack of watering. As Will came around the corner, his cat, Moxie, rose up from her favorite spot under the still-living hydrangea and stretched before greeting him with a soft meow and butting her head against his leg.
He couldnt possibly have said why. He knew it at once, as strongly as he knew that fire burned and kindness was good. He was looking at something profoundly alien.
Even in his fear and haste Will wondered why the other man didnt shout after him, or chase him.
"No! No. She just needs a bit of help. I cant do it myself for a little while, but I wont be long. Im going to ... Ive got things to do. But Ill be back soon, and Ill take her home again, I promise. You wont have to do it for long."
He turned away, already thinking about the empty house.
Eventually the cat turned away. This was night, and there was a territory to patrol, there were mice to hunt. She padded across the road and toward the bushes just beyond the hornbeam trees, and there she stopped.
His mother didnt know. But one thing she had said stuck in his mind.
His mother was looking at him, bewildered. He bent over and kissed her clumsily.
"Will he come back?
But his mother hung back. She was still afraid. Will looked up and down the narrow street in the evening light, along the little terrace of houses, each behind its tiny garden and its box hedge, with the sun glaring off the windows of one side and leaving the other in shadow. There wasnt much time. People would be having their meal about now, and soon there would be other children around, to stare and comment and notice. It was dangerous to wait, but all he could do was persuade her, as usual.
And almost at once, it seemed (though hed been asleep for nearly three hours), he woke up knowing two things simultaneously.
As he was finishing his meal, the phone rang.
He found himself standing under a row of trees. But not hornbeam trees: these were tall palms, and they were growing, like the trees in Oxford, in a row along the grass. But this was the center of a broad boulevard, and at the side of the boulevard was a line of cafes and small shops, all brightly bt, all open, and all utterly silent and empty beneath a sky thick with stars. The hot night was laden with the scent of flowers and with the salt smell of the sea.
Because there came times when the darkness cleared from her mind, and she was happy again, and she laughed at her fears and blessed him for looking after her so well; and she was so full of love and sweetness then that he could think of no better companion, and wanted nothing more than to live with her alone forever.
There he crawled under a bush and lay panting and trembling. It was too early to be out on the road: wait till later, when the rush hour started.
There was no way of telling, so hed better move quickly. He went upstairs and began to search.
They seemed to know that he wouldnt go to the police, for fear of losing his mother to the authorities, and they got more and more persistent. Finally they broke into the house when Will had gone to fetch his mother home from the park. It was getting worse for her now, and she believed that she had to touch every separate slat in every separate bench beside the pond. Will would help her, to get it done quicker. When they got home that day they saw the back of the mens car disappearing out of the close, and he got inside to find that theyd been through the house and searched most of the drawers and cupboards.
"Good-bye," he said, "and thank you very much."
Will tugged at his mothers hand and said, "Come on, come on..."
But then the men came.
"Thank you," said Will, and stood up as if he were in a hurry to leave.
Then he found the catch of the compartment and clicked it open, and there, just as hed known it would be, was the leather writing case.
"Mrs. Cooper?" she said doubtfully.
He saw the milkman turning into the close, the lights of his electric cart pallid in the dawn glimmer that was already filling the sky. Will jumped over the fence into the next-door garden, down the passage beside the house, over the next garden wall, across a dew-wet lawn, through the hedge, and into the tangle of shrubs and trees between the housing estate and the main road.
No one had noticed nun so far. But he was aware that hed better find somewhere to sleep before long, because the later it got, the more noticeable hed be. The trouble was that there was nowhere to hide in the gardens of the comfortable houses along this road, and there was still no sign of open country.
As the man had reached the top step, Moxie had come silently out of the bedroom and stood with raised tail just behind the mans legs, ready to rub herself against them. The man, who was trained and fit and hard, could have dealt with Will, but the cat was in the way, and as the man tried to move back, he tripped over her. With a sharp gasp he fell backward down the stairs and crashed his head brutally against the hall table.
The mother was looking at her son with such trust, and he turned and smiled at her with such love and reassurance, that Mrs. Cooper couldnt say no.
But he was already ringing the bell. He had to put down the bag to do it, because his other hand still held his mothers. It might have bothered him at twelve years of age to be seen holding his mothers hand, but he knew what would happen to her if he didnt.
Will, still watching, saw the cat behave curiously.
Mrs. Cooper looked at the woman with the untidy hair and the distracted half-smile, and at the boy with the fierce, unhappy glare in his eyes, the tight-set lips, the jutting jaw. And then she saw that Mrs. Parry, Wills mother, had put makeup on one eye but not on the other. And she hadnt noticed. And neither had Will. Something was wrong.
Will heard a hideous crack, and didnt stop to wonder about it. Clutching the writing case, he swung himself down the banister, leaping over the mans body that lay twitching and crumpled at the foot of the flight, seized the tattered tote bag from the table, and was out of the front door and away before the other man could do more than come out of the living room and stare.
So when they reached the checkout Will was excited and happy because theyd nearly won. And when his mother couldnt find her purse, that was part of the game too, even when she said the enemies must have stolen it; but Will was getting tired by this time, and hungry too, and Mummy wasnt so happy anymore. She was really frightened, and they went around and around putting things back on the shelves, but this time they had to be extra careful because the enemies were tracking them down by means of her credit card numbers, which they knew because they had her purse....
She reached out a paw to pat something in the air in front of her, something quite invisible to Will. Then she leaped backward, back arched and fur on end, tail held out stiffly. Will knew cat behavior. He watched more alertly as the cat approached the spot again, just an empty patch of grass between the hornbeams and the bushes of a garden hedge, and patted the air once more.
Will looked up and down the road before closing the door, and Mrs. Cooper saw how tightly Mrs.
He felt for it delicately, listening all the while. The men were moving about downstairs, and Will could see a dim flicker of light that might have been a flashlight at the edge of the door.
And now what could he do? He crouched in the dimness, heart pounding, listening hard.
Theyd be after him soon, though, with their cars and their cell phones. The only thing to do was run.
He knew what they were after. The green leather case was his mothers most precious possession; he would never dream of looking through it, and he didnt even know where she kept it. But he knew it contained letters, and he knew she read them sometimes, and cried, and it was then that she talked about his father. So Will supposed that this was what the men were after, and knew he had to do something about it.
Moving more silently than the men were, he left his bedroom and tiptoed to the spare room at the top of the stairs. It wasnt quite pitch-dark, and in the ghostly gray predawn light he could see the old treadle sewing machine. Hed been through the room thoroughly only hours before, but hed forgotten the compartment at the side of the sewing machine, where all the patterns and bobbins were kept.
She was a tabby, like Moxie. She padded out of a garden on the Oxford side of the road, where Will was standing. Will put down his tote bag and held out his hand, and the cat came up to rub her head against his knuckles, just as Moxie did. Of course, every cat behaved like that, but all the same Will felt such a longing for home that tears scalded his eyes.
He picked her up and whispered, "Have they come back, Moxie? Have you seen them?"
So the little boy pretended it was a game still, so she didnt have to worry that he was frightened, and they went home without any shopping, but safe from the enemies; and then Will found the purse on the hall table anyway. On Monday they went to the bank and closed her account, and opened another somewhere else, just to be sure. Thus the danger passed But sometime during the next few months, Will realized slowly and unwillingly that those enemies of his mothers were not in the world out there, but in her mind. That made them no less real, no less frightening and dangerous; it just meant he had to protect her even more carefully. And from the moment in the supermarket when he had realized he must pretend in order not to worry his mother, part of Wills mind was always alert to her anxieties. He loved her so much he would have died to protect her.
He looked so fierce that neither of the men laughed, though he was so young. They could easily have knocked him down, or held him off the floor with one hand, but he was fearless, and his anger was hot and deadly.
And Will got more and more frightened himself. He realized how clever his mother had been to make this real danger into a game so that he wouldnt be alarmed, and how, now that he knew the truth, he had to pretend not to be frightened, so as to reassure her.
"Where did he go?"
"Its a bit complicated," he said, "but she wont be any trouble, honestly."
But he didnt find it.
But the older he got, the more Will began to wonder. Why were there no pictures of his father in this part of the world or that, riding with frost-bearded men on Arctic sledges or examining creeper-covered ruins in the jungle? Had nothing survived of the trophies and curiosities he must have brought home? Was nothing written about him in a book?
Parry was clinging to her sons hand, and how tenderly he guided her into the sitting room where the piano was (of course, that was the only room he knew); and she noticed that Mrs. Parrys clothes smelled slightly musty, as if theyd been too long in the washing machine before drying; and how similar the two of them looked as they sat on the sofa with the evening sun full on their faces, their broad cheekbones, their wide eyes, their straight black brows.
Four hours later he still hadnt found the green leather case. It was half past one, and he was exhausted. He lay on his bed fully clothed and fell asleep at once, his dreams tense and crowded, his mothers unhappy, frightened face always there just out of reach.
"Why did he go?"
So they left. Naturally, this episode strengthened Wills conviction: his father was in trouble somewhere, and only he could help. His games werent childish anymore, and he didnt play so openly. It was coming true, and he had to be worthy of it.
And now hed killed one of them.
"Well..." she said, and stepped aside to make room in the narrow hall.
If you were level with the patch so that it was edge-on, it was nearly invisible, and it was completely invisible from behind. You could see it only from the side nearest the road, and you couldnt see it easily even from there, because all you could see through it was exactly the same kind of thing that lay in front of it on this side: a patch of grass lit by a streetlight.
She said, "One day, youll follow in your fathers footsteps. Youre going to be a great man too.
And Moxie. Whod feed Moxie? Would Moxieworry about where they were? Would she try to follow them?
"My mother needs somewhere to stay for a few days," he said. "Its too difficult to look after her at home just now. I dont mean shes ill. Shes just kind of confused and muddled, and she gets a bit worried. She wont be hard to look after. She just needs someone to be kind to her, and I think you could do that quite easily, probably."
It was a good game, and it went on for a long time, because this was a Saturday morning and the shop was full, but they were good at it and worked well together. They trusted each other. Will loved his mother very much and often told her so, and she told him the same.
He sat absolutely still, his heart thumping. He counted: twenty-six rings, and then it stopped. He put his plate in the suik and started to search again.
The woman was looking at her son without seeming to understand, and Mrs. Cooper saw a bruise on her cheek. Will hadnt taken his eyes off Mrs. Cooper, and his expression was desperate.
The men wanted to know where John Parry had gone, and whether hed sent anything backto her, and when shed last heard from him, and whether hed had contact with any foreign embassies.
"I want to come in, please, and bring my mother," he said firmly.
But Will knew without the slightest doubt that that patch of grass on the other side was in a different world.
"What about the social services? I dont mean to put you off, dear, but—"
Will blinked. Then he stood still, close to the trunk of the nearest tree, as a truck came around the circle and swept its lights over him. When it had gone past, he crossed the road, keeping his eyes on the spot where the cat had been investigating. It wasnt easy, because there was nothing to fix on, but when he came to the place and cast about to look closely, he saw it.
"But where are you going to be?" said Mrs. Cooper.
He came to a large traffic circle where the road going north crossed the Oxford ring road going east and west. At this time of night there was very little traffic, and the road where he stood was quiet, with comfortable houses set back behind a wide expanse of grass on either side. Planted along the grass at the roads edge were two lines of hornbeam trees, odd-looking things with perfectly symmetrical close-leafed crowns, more like childrens drawings than like real trees. The streetlights made the scene look artificial, like a stage set. Will was stupefied with exhaustion, and he might have gone on to the north, or he might have laid his head on the grass under one of those trees and slept; but as he stood trying to clear his head, he saw a cat.
They werent police, and they werent social services, and they werent criminals—at least as far as Will could judge. They wouldnt tell him what they wanted, in spite of his efforts to keep them away; theyd speak only to his mother. And her state was fragile just then.
Later that day, toward midnight in fact, Will was walking out of the city of Oxford, forty miles away. He was tired to his very bones. He had hitchhiked, and ridden on two buses, and walked, and reached Oxford at six in the evening, too late to do what he needed to do. Hed eaten at a Burger King and gone to a cinema to hide (though what the film was, he forgot even as he was watching it), and now he was walking along an endless road through the suburbs, heading north.
"Go on, then. Dont hang about."
First, he knew where the case was. And second, he knew that the men were downstairs, opening the kitchen door.
