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He
made
a
fist
of
his
hand
inside
his
glove
.
He
counted
to
three
,
then
smashed
his
hand
,
hard
,
against
the
driver
’
s
-
side
window
-
glass
.
His
hand
hurt
.
The
side
-
window
was
undamaged
.
He
thought
about
running
at
it
—
he
could
kick
the
window
in
,
he
was
certain
,
if
he
didn
’
t
skid
and
fall
on
the
wet
ice
.
But
the
last
thing
he
wanted
to
do
was
to
disturb
the
klunker
enough
that
the
ice
beneath
it
would
crack
.
He
looked
at
the
car
.
Then
he
reached
for
the
radio
antenna
—
it
was
the
kind
which
was
meant
to
go
up
and
down
,
but
which
had
stopped
going
down
a
decade
ago
,
and
had
remained
in
the
up
position
ever
since
—
and
,
with
a
little
waggling
,
he
broke
it
off
at
the
base
.
He
took
the
thin
end
of
the
antenna
—
it
had
once
had
a
metal
button
on
the
end
,
but
that
was
lost
in
time
,
and
,
with
strong
fingers
,
he
bent
it
back
up
into
a
makeshift
hook
.
Then
he
rammed
the
extended
metal
antenna
down
between
the
rubber
and
the
glass
of
the
front
window
,
deep
into
the
mechanism
of
the
door
.
He
fished
in
the
mechanism
,
twisting
,
moving
,
pushing
the
metal
antenna
about
until
it
caught
:
and
then
he
pulled
up
.
He
felt
the
improvised
hook
sliding
from
the
lock
,
uselessly
.
He
sighed
.
Fished
again
,
slower
,
more
carefully
.
He
could
imagine
the
ice
grumbling
beneath
his
feet
as
he
shifted
his
weight
.
And
slow
…
and
…
He
had
it
.
He
pulled
up
on
the
aerial
and
the
front
door
locking
mechanism
popped
up
.
Shadow
reached
down
one
gloved
hand
and
took
the
door
handle
,
pressed
the
button
,
and
pulled
.
The
door
did
not
open
.
It
’
s
stuck
,
he
thought
,
iced
up
.
That
’
s
all
.
He
tugged
,
sliding
on
the
ice
,
and
suddenly
the
door
of
the
klunker
flew
open
,
ice
scattering
everywhere
.
