Mark Tanner, whimpering with pain, had drawn himself into a tight ball, his knees drawn up against his chest.

People were emerging from the houses on the block now, and shouts were beginning to fill the night as one person called out to another, asking what was happening.

Jeff's head swung around and his eyes took in the gathering crowd. Then a strange, animal like sound emerged from his throat, and he was gone, dashing down a driveway, disappearing around the corner of a house.

Jerry Harris turned the corner into Pueblo Drive and instantly braked the car to a stop. A few yards away a crowd was gathering and he could see Robb, massaging his jaw with a hand, standing in the middle of someone's lawn.

Blake Tanner was already out of the car, running toward Robb. It was only when Blake dropped to his knees that Jerry realized the dark form at Robb's feet must be Mark. Leaving the engine idling, he ran over to his son.

"What happened?" he asked. "Are you all right?"

Robb nodded, but said nothing for a moment. When at last he spoke, his voice was shaking. "It was… nuts," he breathed. "Jeff was just pounding him into the ground, and he wouldn't stop-"

"Where is he?" Blake demanded.

"Gone," Robb told him." It was really weird, Dad. Roy finally jumped him from the back and got him off Mark, but then he rolled over and Roy had to let go. And then he started looking at us like he didn't even know who we were. Then he started running." Robb pointed to the two houses between which Jeff had dashed, and Jerry nodded.

"Okay," he said. He glanced quickly at the gathering crowd, then recognized one of the staff fromTanenTech. "Call an ambulance," he told the man. "Then let's get some people together and see if we can find JeffLaConner. And somebody call his folks," he said to no one in particular, but almost immediately a woman split away from the crowd around Mark and hurried across the street.

Finally Jerry joined Blake Tanner at Mark's side. "Is he okay?"

Blake glanced up, his expression tight with anger. "How okay can he be with his nose bleeding, his face cut up, and one of his eyes swollen shut? And where the hell is thatLaConner kid, anyway?"

"Now, take it easy," Jerry replied. "Let's just take one thing at a time and try to get this straightened out. And the first thing is Mark. I've got an ambulance coming, just in case we need one."

On the ground, Mark moved and his right eye opened slightly. "D-Dad?" he asked. "Is that you?"

"It's okay, Mark," Blake assured him. "I'm here, and it's all over. You're going to be okay."

A sob, half pain, half simple relief, erupted from Mark's throat. Slowly, almost as if he were afraid he might break into pieces, he straightened his legs. Then, with almost no warning at all, he rolled over, dragged himself onto his hands and knees, and threw up.

He gagged for a moment, coughed, then sank back down to the lawn.

A few people, sensing Mark's embarrassment, turned away.

There was the wail of a siren in the distance, and a couple of minutes later the street was filled with flashing lights as the ambulance rounded the corner and screeched to a stop at the curb.

Sharon Tanner's face was pale as she opened the front door for Elaine Harris. "Where is he?" Sharon asked. "Where's Mark?"

"Just put on your coat and let's go," Elaine told her. "Jerry and Blake are already there. Everything's going to be all right, I'm sure."

Sharon reached for her coat, then remembered Kelly, who was upstairs in her room, sound asleep. "Just a second," she said. "I have to get Kelly."

While Elaine waited in the foyer, Sharon hurried up the stairs, then reappeared a moment later. Kelly, still in her pajamas, and tying the belt of a bathrobe around her waist, trailed after her.

"But where are we going, Mommy?" she asked.

"Never mind, honey," Sharon told her. She rushed down the stairs and put on her coat. "It's going to be all right. We're just going for a little ride, that's all."

Kelly, still fogged with sleep, followed her mother out to the Harris's station wagon and climbed into the backseat. By the time Sharon had settled herself into the passenger seat, Elaine had started the engine and put the transmission in gear. The car lurched as Elaine's foot hit the accelerator, then they were out of the driveway.

"What happened?" Sharon asked as they drove down the street. "Why would Jeff want to pick on Mark?"

Elaine shook her head. "I just don't know," she said. "Unless he's been brooding about Linda all this time. But that's not like Jeff. He's always been an easygoing-"

Then, as both she and Sharon simultaneously remembered their encounter with CharlotteLaConner in the Safeway a couple of weeks ago, she fell silent.

Within a couple of minutes they came to Pueblo Drive and Elaine pulled the station wagon behind Jerry's car. Telling Kelly to stay in the backseat, Sharon opened the door and scrambled out. She scanned the crowd quickly, then spotted Blake standing with Jerry Harris. Next to them two white-clad attendants were gently moving Mark onto a stretcher.

"My God," Sharon breathed. Breaking into a run, she pushed her way through the crowd of onlookers, then had to grasp Blake's arm to steady herself as she looked down at Mark's battered face. She stifled the scream building in her throat, then dropped to her knees and gently touched her son's cheek.

"Mark?" she asked. "Honey? Can you hear me?"

Mark's left eye fluttered open and he forced the barest trace of a grin. "I-I guess I didn't make curfew, did I?" he managed to say.

A wave of relief swept over Sharon, and she gently patted Mark's hand, which was resting on his chest. "Don't you worry about that," she said. "Are you all right? Does it hurt terribly?"

Mark swallowed, and his shoulders moved slightly as he attempted a shrug. "Ever been hit by a bus?" he asked.

Sharon's eyes watered and she shook her head.

"Well, if you ever get curious, pick a fight with JeffLaConner." Then his eye closed again and he winced as the two attendants lifted the stretcher off the ground and started toward the ambulance. Sharon walked next to the stretcher and Blake fell in on the other side, but neither of them spoke until the stretcher had been placed inside the vehicle and the doors closed. "Where are you taking him?" Sharon asked.

One of the attendants smiled at her. "County Hospital, ma'am. Don't worry-it's not as bad as it looks. Maybe a couple of stitches over his right eye and some tape on his ribs. But he'sgonna be fine."

Sharon sighed with relief. Then, as she glanced around, she realized something was wrong. She frowned and turned to face Blake. "Where are the police?" she asked.

It was Jerry Harris, standing a couple of steps behind Blake, who answered her. "It was just a fight between a couple of high school kids, Sharon. I didn't think we needed the police."

Sharon glared at him. "You mean nobody even called them?" she asked, her voice reflecting disbelief.

Jerry Harris frowned uncertainly. "Come on, Sharon, things like this happen all the time-"

"And when someone gets beaten up as badly as Mark did tonight, the police get called!" Sharon snapped. "And where's JeffLaConner? What did he do, just walk away from all this?"

"He's gone, honey," Blake said, trying to soothe her. "Robb and some other kids showed up, and Jeff took off."

"But we'll find him," Jerry told her. "He's probably at home right now, trying to explain to his parents what happened."

Sharon's expression tightened further. "He'll do a lot more than explain to his parents," she said. "He'll explain to the police, too. As soon as I get to the hospital, I'm going to call them. And then we're going to find out exactly what happened here tonight."

"We know what happened," Jerry began, but once more Sharon cut him off.