Who would be calling at this time of the night, Rocks wondered as he raced upward to answer it. Very few people knew the number.
He jerked the phone from its hook, and the voice in his ears almost took his breath away. It was Penny. She was screaming.
"Rocks, please come quickly. That terrible thing is here. It's got grandfather. Hurry, please—"
He waited to hear no more.
"Come on," he yelled to the detectives. "That damned thing is loose again."
Sirens screamed in the night as the squad car raced to the home of Andreas McCumber. Rocks rode in the seat beside Kennedy, and urged the detective to drive faster.
"I'm doing seventy now," Kennedy grated.
"Then do eighty," Rocks answered. Blood was running down his chin where he had bitten his lips. In his mind was the single thought: has something happened to Penny?
CHAPTER III