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Show 148 and his web etrier would get her over the barb wire improvement on the fence. He knew it could be done. Beside him there in the pickup, however, Jeff Glotz was working up a heavy sweat. "Say you did get her out, Parker, where would she stay all day Thursday until it's time for Commencement? What about her gown and all that?" "Yeah, I know, it's wild. It's bizarre, but it might work. Jan and everyone would have to help, but you know they would. Heck, Amy's right there in the office. She could see that Dyna's diploma got back in alphabetically, and I'm the honcho who sets up the chairs for the great event, remember?" Jeff was right, the details boggled his mind, but the idea had him snared nonetheless. "And you're thinking if the whole class brought her back to DT after, the cops would just sort of cluck their tongues and let us go, huh? Is that what.you think?" Parker headed out toward Foothill Boulevard, wishing-almost-that Jeff wasn't along. There might never be an escape, if Dyna got out in time. But he knew better than anyone in the class what graduation meant to her. He also knew now that, given the right breaks, Dyna could probably be whisked out of the DT come next Wednesday night. "_I'd be the one, Glotz," he said, returning to Jeff's question. "Whoever heard of a whole class being arrested for a little high-spirited activity after graduation? Everyone expects kids to go kinda crazy then, you know? I'd be the one they'd book." Glotz crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head, disgusted and totally unconvinced. "I don't get it. Have you and Dyna been going together or something?" "Nope," Parker said. "You'd take all those risks for her? How come?" Parker didn't answer, but Jeff was forcing him to examine his motives a g a i n . Undeniably, a certain joyousness rose in him just contemplating the challenge. Was fear the "upper," the same kind of fear that accompanied him on every climb he'd ever made? He knew that fear did something to the brain, awoke something elemental, but what was this primitive need to court danger, to make risks for himself, even where |
