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hing　boats；　then　case　sideways　to　the　rickety　wooden　dock；　and　back　toward　the　beach。
　　　　It　was　looking　for　a　place　to　land。
　　　　It　was　a　big…bellied　Sikorsky　with　a　blue　stripe　on　the　side；　with　the　words　〃InGen　Construction。〃　That　was　the　name　of　the　construction　pany　building　a　new　resort　on　one　of　the　offshore　islands。　The　resort　was　said　to　be　spectacular；　and　very　plicated；　many　of　the　local　people　were　employed　in　the　construction；　which　had　been　going　on　for　more　than　two　years。　Bobbie　could　imagine　it…one　of　those　huge　American　resorts　with　swimming　pools　and　tennis　courts；　where　guests　could　play　and　drink　their　daiquiris　without　having　any　contact　with　the　real　life　of　the　country。
　　　　Bobbie　wondered　what　was　so　urgent　on　that　island　that　the　helicopter　would　fly　in　this　weather。　Through　the　windshield　she　saw　the　pilot　exhale　in　relief　as　the　helicopter　settled　onto　the　wet　sand　of　the　beach。　Uniformed　men　jumped　out；　and　flung　open　the　big　side　door。　She　heard　frantic　shouts　in　Spanish；　and　Manuel　nudged　her。
　　　　They　were　calling　for　a　doctor。

Two　black　crewmen　carried　a　limp　body　toward　her；　while　a　white　man　barked　orders。　The　white　man　had　a　yellow　slicker。　Red　hair　appeared　around　the　edges　of　his　Mets　baseball　cap。　〃Is　there　a　doctor　here？〃　he　called　to　her；　as　she　ran　up。
　　　　〃I'm　Dr。　Carter；〃　she　said。　The　rain　fell　in　heavy　drops；　pounding　her　head　and　shoulders。　The　red…halted　man　frowned　at　her。　She　was　wearing　cut…off　jeans　and　a　tank　top。　She　had　a　stethoscope　over　her　shoulder；　the　bell　already　rusted　from　the　salt　air。
　　　　〃Ed　Regis。　We've　got　a　very　sick　man　here；　doctor。〃
　　　　〃Then　you　better　take　him　to　San　José；〃　she　said。　San　José　was　the　capital；　just　twenty　minutes　away　by　air。
　　　　〃We　would；　but　we　can't　get　over　the　mountains　in　this　weather。　You　have　to　treat　him　here。〃
　　　　Bobbie　trotted　alongside　the　injured　man　as　they　carried　him　to　the　clinic。　He　was　a　kid；　no　older　than　eighteen。　Lifting　away　the　blood…soaked　shirt；　she　saw　a　big　slashing　rip　along　his　shoulder；　and　another　on　the　leg。
　　　　〃What　happened　to　him？〃
　　　　〃Construction　accident；〃　Ed　shouted。　〃He　fell。　One　of　the　backhoes　ran　over　him。〃
　　　　The　kid　was　pale；　shivering；　unconscious。
　　　　Manuel　stood　by　the　bright　green　door　of　the　clinic；　waving　his　arm。　The　men　brought　the　body　through　and　set　it　on　the　table　in　the　center　of　the　room。　Manuel　started　an　intravenous　line；　and　Bobbie　swung　the　light　over　the　kid　and　bent　to　examine　the　wounds。　Immediately　she　could　see　that　it　did　not　look　good。　The　kid　would　almost　certainly　die。
　　　　A　big　tearing　laceration　ran　from　his　shoulder　down　his　torso。　At　the　edge　of　the　wound；　the　flesh　was　shredded。　At　the　center；　the　shoulder　was　dislocated；　pale　bones　exposed。　A　second　slash　cut　through　the　heavy　muscles　of　the　thigh；　deep　enough　to　reveal　the　pulse　of　the　femoral　artery　below。　Her　first　impression　was　that　his　leg　had　been　ripped　open。
　　　　〃Tell　me　again　about　this　injury；〃　she　said。
　　　　〃I　didn't　see　it；〃　Ed　said。　〃They　say　the　backhoe　dragged　him。〃
　　　　〃Because　it　almost　looks　as　if　he　was　mauled；〃　Bobbie　Carter　said；　probing　the　wound。　Like　most　emergency　room　physicians；　she　could　remember　in　detail　patients　she　had　seen　even　years　before。　She　had　seen　two　maulings。　One　was　a　two…year…old　child　who　had　been　attacked　by　a　Rottweiler　dog。　The　other　was　a　drunken　circus　attendant　who　had　had　an　encounter　with　a　Bengal　tiger。　Both　injuries　were　similar。　There　was　a　characteristic　look　to　an　animal　attack。
　　　　〃Mauled？〃　Ed　said。　〃No；　no。　It　was　a　backhoe；　believe　me。〃　Ed　licked　his　lips　as　he　spoke。　He　was　edgy；　acting　as　if　he　had　done　something　wrong。　Bobbie　wondered　why。　If　they　were　using　inexperienced　local　workmen　on　the　resort　construction；　they　must　have　accidents　all　the　time。
　　　　Manuel　said；　〃Do　you　want　lavage？〃
　　　　〃Yes；〃　she　said。　〃After　you　block　him。〃
　　　　She　bent　lower；　probed　the　wound　with　her　fingertips。　If　an　earth　mover　had　rolled　over　him；　dirt　would　be　forced　deep　into　the　wound。　But　there　wasn't　any　dirt；　just　a　slippery；　slimy　foam。　And　the　wound　had　a　strange　odor；　a　kind　of　rotten　stench；　a　smell　of　death　and　decay。　She　had　never　smelled　anything　like　it　before。
　　　　〃How　long　ago　did　this　happen？〃
　　　　〃An　hour。〃
　　　　Again　she　noticed　how　tense　Ed　Regis　was。　He　was　one　of　those　eager；　nervous　types。　And　he　didn't　look　like　a　construction　foreman。　More　like　an　executive。　He　was　obviously　out　of　his　depth。
　　　　Bobbie　Carter　turned　back　to　the　injuries。　Somehow　she　didn't　think　she　was　seeing　mechanical　trauma。　It　just　didn't　look　right。　No　soil　contamination　of　the　wound　site；　and　no　crush…injury　ponent。　Mechanical　trauma　of　any　sort…an　auto　injury；　a　factory　accident…almost　always　had　some　ponent　of　crushing。　But　here　there　was　none。　Instead；　the　man's　skin　was　shredded　…ripped…across　his　shoulder；　and　again　across　his　thigh。
　　　　It　really　did　look　like　a　maul。　On　the　other　hand；　most　of　the　body　was　unmarked；　which　was　unusual　for　an　animal　attack。　She　looked　again　at　the　head；　the　arms；　the　hands　…
　　　　The　hands。
　　　　She　felt　a　chill　when　she　looked　at　the　kid's　bands。　There　were　short　slashing　cuts　on　both　palms；　and　bruises　on　the　wrists　and　forearms。　She　had　worked　in　Chicago　long　enough　to　know　what　that　meant。
　　　　〃All　right；〃　she　said。　〃Wait　outside。〃
　　　　〃Why？〃　Ed　said；　alarmed。　He　didn't　like　that。
　　　　〃Do　you　want　me　to　help　him；　or　not？〃　she　said；　and　pushed　him　out　the　door　and　closed　it　on　his　face。　She　didn't　know　what　was　going　on；　but　she　didn't　like　it。　Manuel　hesitated。　〃I　continue　to　wash？〃
　　　　〃Yes；〃　she　said。　She　reached　for　her　little　Olympus　point…and…shoot。　She　took　several　snapshots　of　the　injury；　shifting　her　light　for　a　better　view。　It　really　did　look　like　bites；　she　thought。　Then　the　kid　groaned；　and　she　put　her　camera　aside　and　bent　toward　him。　His　lips　moved；　his　tongue　thick。
　　　　〃Raptor；〃　he　said。　〃Lo　sa　raptor　。　。　。　〃
　　　　At　those　words；　Manuel　froze；　stepped　back　in　horror。
　　　　〃What　does　it　mean？〃　Bobbie　said。
　　　　Manuel　shook　his　head。　〃I　do　not　know；　doctor。　'Lo　sa　raptor'…no　es　espa？ol　〃
　　　　〃No？〃　It　sounded　to　her　like　Spanish。　〃Then　please　continue　to　wash　him。〃
　　　　〃No；　doctor。〃　He　wrinkled　his　nose。　〃Bad　smell。〃　And　he　crossed　himself。
　　　　Bobbie　looked　again　at　the　slippery　foam　streaked　across　the　wound。　She　touched　it；　rubbing　it　between　her　fingers。　It　seemed　almost　like　saliva。　。　。　。
　　　　The　injured　boy's　lips　moved。　〃Raptor；〃　he　whispered。
　　　　In　a　tone　of　horror；　Manuel　said；　〃It　bit　him。〃
　　　　〃What　bit　him？〃
　　　　〃Raptor。〃
　　　　〃What's　a　raptor？〃
　　　　〃It　means　hupia。〃
　　　　Bobbie　frowned。　The　Costa　Ricans　were　not　especially　superstitious；　but　she　had　heard　the　hupia　mentioned　in　the　village　before。　They　were　said　to　be　night　ghosts；　faceless　vampires　who　kidnapped　small　children。　According　to　the　belief；　the　hupia　had　once　lived　in　the　mountains　of　Costa　Rica；　but　now　inhabited　the　islands　offshore。
　　　　Manuel　was　backing　away；　murmuring　and　crossing　himself。　〃It　is　not　normal；　this　smell；〃　he　said。　〃It　is　the　hupia。〃
　　　　Bobbie　was　about　to　order　him　back　to　work　when　the　injured　youth　opened　his　eyes　and　sat　straight　up　on　the　table。　Manuel　shrieked　in　terror。　The　injured　boy　moaned　and　twisted　his　head；　looking　left　and　right　with　wide　staring　eyes；　and　then　he　explosively　vomited　blood。　He　went　immediately　into　convulsions；　his　body　vibrating；　and　Bobbie　grabbed　for　him　but　he　shuddered　off　the　table　onto　the　concrete　floor。　He　vomited　again。　There　was　blood　everywhere。　Ed　opened　the　door；　saying；　〃What　the　hell's　happening？〃　and　when　he　saw　the　blood　he　turned　away；　his　hand　to　his　mouth。　Bobbie　was　grabbing　for　a　stick　to　put　in　the　boy's　clenched　jaws；　but　even　as　she　did　it　she　knew　it　was　hopeless；　and　with　a　final　spastic　jerk　he　relaxed　and　lay　still。
　　　　She　bent　to　perform　mouth…to…mouth；　but　Manuel　grabbed　her　shoulder　fiercely；　pulling　her　back。　〃No；〃　he　said。　〃The　hupia　will　cross　over。〃
　　　　〃Manuel；　for　God's　sake…〃
　　　　〃No。〃　He　stared　at　her　fiercely。　〃No。　You　do　not　understand　these　things。〃
　　　　Bobbie　looked　at　the　body　on　the　ground　and　realized　that　it　didn't　matter；　there　was　no　possibility　of　resuscitating　him。　Manuel　called　for　the　men；　who　came　back　into　the　room　and　took　the　body　away。　Ed　appeared；　wiping　his　mouth　with　the　back　of　his　hand；　muttering；　〃I'm　sure　you　did　all　you　could；〃　and　then　she　watched　as　the　men　took　the　body　away；　back　to　the　helicopter；　and　it　lifted　thunderously　up　into　the　sky。
　　　　〃It　is　better；〃　Manuel　said。
　　　　Bobbie　was　thinking　about　the　boy's　hands。　They　had　been　covered　with　cuts　and　bruises；　in　the　characteristic　pattern　of　defense　wounds。　She　was　quite　sure　he　had　not　died　in　a　construction　accident；　he　had　been　attacked；　and　he　had　held　up　his　bands　against　his　attacker。　〃Where　is　this　island　they've　e　from？〃　she　asked。
　　　　〃In　the　ocean。　Perhaps　a　hundred；　hundred　and　twenty　miles　offshore；〃　〃Pretty　far　for　a　resort；〃　she　said。
　　　　Manuel　watched　the　helicopter。　〃I　hope　they　never　e　back。〃
　　　　Well；　she　thought；　at　least　she　had　pictures。　But　when　she　turned　back　to　the　table；　she　saw　that　her　camera　was　gone。

The　rain　finally　stopped　later　that　night。　Alone　in　the　bedroom　behind　the　c