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〃Another time；〃 Jenkins said。 〃I'm east of Rocky Point。 Look； Charlie； we don't have much time。 There's a big wave heading right toward town。〃
He heard a dry chuckle at the other end。 〃Hell； Roy；〃 the chief said； 〃town like ours on the water is bound to get lots of waves。〃
〃Not like this one。 You've got to evacuate the people from near the harbor； especially the new motel。〃
Jenkins thought the phone had gone dead。 Then came Charlie Howes's famous guffaw。 〃I didn't know today was April Fool's。〃
〃Charlie； this is no joke；〃 Jenkins said in exasperation。 〃That wave is going to slam into the harbor。 I don't know how strong it will be； because there are lots of unknowns； but that motel is right in its path。〃
The chief laughed again。 〃Hell； some people would be real happy to see the Harbor View washed into the sea。〃
The two…story edifice that extended into the harbor on stilts had been a source of controversy for months。 It had gone up only after a bitter fight； an expensive lawsuit filed by the developers and what many suspected were bribes to officials。
〃They're going to get their wish； but you've got to get the guests out first。〃
〃Hell； Roy； there must be a hundred people staying there。 I can't roust them out for no reason。 I'll lose my job。 Even worse； I'll be a laughingstock。〃
Jenkins checked his watch and cursed under his breath。 He hadn't wanted to panic the chief； but he had reached the end of his self…control。
〃Goddarnnit； you old fool！ How will you feel if a hundred people die because you're afraid of being laughed at？〃
〃You're not kidding； are you； Roy？〃
〃You know what I did before I took up lobstering。〃
〃Yeah； you were a professor at the university up at Orono。〃
〃That's right。 I headed up the Oceanography Department。 We studied wave action。 You've heard of the Perfect Storm？ You've got the perfect tidal wave heading your way。 I calculate it will hit in twenty…five minutes。 I don't care what you tell those motel people。 Tell them there's a gas leak； a bomb threat； anything。 Just get them out and to higher ground。 And do it now。〃
〃Okay； Roy。 Okay。〃
〃Is there anything open on Main Street？〃
〃Coffee shop。 Jacoby kid is on the night shift。 I'll have him swing by； then check out the fish pier。〃
〃Make sure everybody is out of the area in fifteen minutes。 That goes for you and Ed Jacoby。〃
〃Will do。 Thanks； Roy。 I think。 'Bye。〃
Jenkins was almost dizzy with tension。 He pictured Rocky Point in his mind。 The town of twelve hundred was built like the seats in an amphitheater； its houses clustered on the side of a small hill overlooking the roughly circular harbor。 The harbor was relatively sheltered； but the town's inhabitants had learned after a couple of hurricane…driven storm surges to build back from the water。 The old brick maritime buildings on the main street bordering the harbor had been given over to shops and restaurants that served tourists。 The fish pier and the motel dominated the harbor。 Jenkins cranked up the throttle and prayed that his warning had arrived in time。
CHIEF HOWES IMMEDIATELY regretted agreeing to Roy's urgent pleas； and was overe by a numbing sense of uncertainty。 Damned if he did； damned if he didn't。 He'd known Jenkins since they were kids and Roy was the smartest one in class。 He had never known him to fail as a friend。 Still。 Oh hell； he was near retirement anyhow。
Howes switched on his flasher； nailed the accelerator and； with a smoky screech of tires； roared toward the waterfront。 While he drove the short distance； he got the deputy on the radio and told him to clear out the coffee shop then to go along Main Street with his PA system blasting； warning people to get to high ground。 The chief knew the diurnal rhythms of his town： who would be up； who would be walking a dog。 Luckily； most businesses didn't open before ten。
The motel was another story。 Howes pulled over two empty buses on their way to pick up schoolchildren and told the drivers to follow him。 The cruiser squealed to a stop beneath the motel's canopy； and the chief huffed his way to the front door。 Howes had been on the fence about the motel。 It would spoil the integrity of the harbor； but it might bring in jobs for locals； not everyone in town wanted to be a fisher… man。 On the other hand； he didn't like the way the project was rammed through to approval。 He couldn't prove it； but he was sure there had been bribes at town hall。
The developer was a local named Jack Shrager； an unprincipled land raper who was building condos along the river that ran off the harbor； further despoiling the town's quiet beauty。 Shrager never did hire locals； preferring foreigners who worked long and cheap。
The desk clerk； a young Jamaican； looked up with a startled expression on his thin； dark face as the chief burst into the lobby and shouted： 〃Get everyone out of the motel！ This is an emergency！〃
〃What's the problem； mon？〃
〃I've been told there's a bomb here。〃 The desk clerk gulped。 Then he got on the switchboard and began to call rooms。
〃You've got ten minutes；〃 Howes emphasized。 〃There are buses waiting in front。 Get everyone out； including yourself。 Tell anyone who refuses that the police will arrest them。〃
The chief strode down the nearest hallway and pounded on doors。 〃Police！ You must evacuate this building immediately。 You have ten minutes；〃 he yelled at the sleepy faces that peered out。 〃There has been a bomb threat。 Don't stop to gather your belongings。〃
He repeated the message until he was hoarse。 The hallways filled with people in bathrobes and pajamas or with blankets wrapped around them。 A swarthy man with an unpleasant scowl on his face stepped from one room。 〃What the hell is going on？〃 Jack Shrager demanded。
Howes swallowed hard。 〃There's been a bomb threat； Jack。 You've got to get out。〃
A young blond woman poked her head out of the room。 〃What's wrong； babe？〃
〃There's a bomb in the motel；〃 the chief said； being more specific。
The woman's face went pale and she stepped into the hallway。 She was still in her silk bathrobe。 Shrager tried to hold her； but she pulled away。
〃I'm not staying here；〃 she said。
〃And I'm not moving；〃 Shrager said。 He slammed the door。
Howes shook his head in frustration； then guided the woman by the arm； joining the throng heading for the front door。 He saw the buses were almost filled and yelled at the drivers。
〃Get out of here in five minutes。 Drive to the highest hill in town。〃
He slid behind the wheel of his cruiser and drove to the fish pier。 The deputy was arguing with three fishermen。 Howes saw what was happening and yelled out the window； 〃Get your asses into those trucks and go to the top of Hill Street or you'll be arrested。〃
〃What the hell is going on； Charlie？〃 Howes lowered his voice。 〃Look； Buck； you know me。 Just do as I say and I'll explain later。〃
The fisherman nodded； then he and the others got into their pickups。 Howes told his deputy to follow them and made one last sweep along the fish pier； where he picked up an elderly man who sorted through the rubbish bins for cans and bottles。 Then he scoured Main Street； saw that it was quiet and headed for the top of Hill Street。
Some of the people who stood shivering in the cool air of morning shouted at him。 Howes ignored their insults； got out of his cruiser and walked partway down the steep hill that led toward the harbor。 Now that the adrenaline rush was over； he felt weak…kneed。 Nothing。 He checked his watch。 Five minutes came and went。 And so did his dreams of a peaceful retirement on a police pension。 I'm dead； he thought； sweating despite the coolness。
Then he saw the sea rise above the horizon and heard what sounded like distant thunder。 The townspeople stopped shouting。 A darkness loomed out near the channel entrance and the harbor emptied out … he could actually see bottom … but the phenomenon lasted only a few seconds。 The water roared back in with a noise like a 747 taking off； and ；the sea lifted the moored fishing boats as if they were toys。 It was reinforced by two more waves； seconds apart； each； taller th
