"You heard us?"
She nodded. Tears had dried on her cheeks. Her eyes were huge in her thin face.
"We'd better go, Lisa."
He reached in to help her out.
They didn't see the aircar dropping in for a landing until it was almost upon them, until its lights arced down over the museum walls.
"Hide, Eric. In here—" Lisa pulled him forward.
Behind them, Walden's voice, suddenly tired in the darkness. "It's too late. They know I'm here. And they're wondering why."
The three of them stood frozen, watching each other, while the dark shape of the car settled to the ground some thirty yards away.
"It's Abbot," Walden said. He paused, intent for a moment, and added, "He doesn't know about you. Get out of sight somewhere, both of you, away from here—"
"Come on, Lisa—" Eric swung away from the car, toward the shelter of the building and whatever hiding place there might be. "Hurry!"