The Stupidest Angel: A Heartwarming Tale of Christmas Terror(60)

 

Val Riordan had a perfectly painted eyebrow raised at him. There was a question there, even if it was unspoken.

 

"Because that's what I'd do," Theo said. "I'd get a car up to speed and crash it right through the wall."

 

"That would be bad," said Gabe.

 

"That parking lot had two inches of water and mud the last time I saw it," Tucker Case said. "Not every car is going to get up to speed in that."

 

"Look, we need to get some help," Theo said. "Someone has to go for help."

 

"They won't get ten feet," Tuck said. "As soon as you open a door or break a window, they'll be waiting."

 

"What about the roof?" said Josh Barker.

 

"Shut up, kid," Tuck said. "There's no way up to the roof."

 

"Are we going to cut off his head now?" said Josh.

 

"You have to sever the spinal column or they just keep coming."

 

"Look," Theo said, playing his flashlight across the center of the ceiling. There was a trapdoor up there, painted over and latched, but it was definitely there.

 

"It leads to the old bell tower," Gabe Fenton said. "No bell, but it does open onto the roof."

 

Theo nodded. "From the roof someone could tell where they all were before making his move."

 

"That hatch is thirty feet up. There's no way to get to it."

 

Suddenly the high chirp of a barking bat came from above them. A half-dozen flashlights swung around to spotlight Roberto, who was hanging upside down from the star atop the Christmas tree.

 

"Molly's tree," said Lena.

 

"It looks sturdy enough," said Gabe Fenton.

 

"I'll go," said Ben Miller. "I'm still in pretty good shape. If I have to make a run for it, I can."

 

"Right there, that proves it," said Tuck, an aside to Lena. "No guy with tiny balls would volunteer for that. See how the dead lie."

 

"I'm driving an old Tercel," Ben said. "I don't think you want me trying to make a run for help in that."

 

"What we need is a Hummer," said Gabe.

 

"Yeah, or even a friendly hand job," said Tuck. "But that's later. For now, we need a four-wheel drive."

 

"You really want to try this?" Theo asked Ben.

 

The athlete nodded. "I've got the best chance of getting out. Those I can't outrun I'll just go through."

 

"Okay, then," said Theo. "Let's get that tree over to the middle of the room."

 

"Not so fast," said Tuck, patting his bandages. "I don't care how fast Micro-nads is, Santa still has two bullets in his gun."

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 19

 

 

UP ON THE ROOFTOP, CLICK, CLICK, CLICK

 

 

 

 

This is what it's all been about, thought Ben Miller as he climbed into the tiny bell tower atop the chapel. It had taken ten minutes to saw through the painted-closed seams of the hatch with the bread knife, but finally he'd made it, thrown the latch, and crawled from the top of the Christmas tree into the bell tower. There was just enough room to stand, his feet on narrow ledges around the hatch. Thankfully, the bell had been taken away a long time ago. The bell tower was enclosed by louvered vents and the wind whistled through like there was nothing there at all. He was pretty sure he could kick through the vents, hundred-year-old wood, after all, then make his way across the steep roof, drop off whichever side looked safe, and make it to the parking lot and the red Explorer he was holding the keys for. Thirty miles south to the highway-patrol post and help would be on the way.

 

All of the years after high school and college when he had continued to train, all the hours of roadwork, all the weights and swimming and high-protein diets, it all came down to this moment. Keeping himself in shape all these years when no one really seemed to care would finally pay off. Anything out there that he couldn't outrun, he could take out with a lowered shoulder. (He'd played one season as a jay-vee halfback in addition to his varsity track career.)

 

"You okay, Ben?" Theo yelled from below.

 

"Yeah. I'm ready."

 

He took a deep breath, braced his back against one side of the bell tower, then kicked at the louvered slats on the opposite side. They broke away on the first kick and he was nearly launched out on the roof feetfirst. He fought to get his balance — turned around on his stomach and scooted backward out the opening onto the roof. Facedown, he was looking down the length of the Christmas tree at a dozen hopeful faces below.

 

"Hold tight. I'll be back soon with help," he said. Then he pushed back until he was on his hands and knees on the peak of the roof, cold wetness cutting everywhere he touched.