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I sat down and waited.
The time would have passed faster if I could have read a book from the Tierneys enormous library, but I didnt want to risk a light in the window. I left the television set off for the same reason. The boredom was part of the territory, but fatigue was a problem. My mind drifted, and my eyes kept wanting to close. I went into the kitchen, looking for something that might keep me awake, and found a half-full sack of unground coffee beans in the refrigerator. I stuck a handful in my pocket, chewing one from time to time. I dont know what did more for me, the caffeine or the bitter taste, but one way or another my eyes stayed open.
Some forty-five minutes after I got there, TJs beeper sounded. Wed worked out a whole system of two-digit signals, but hed punched in a whole seven-digit number. I picked up the phone and dialed it.
He answered the instant it rang. His voice pitched low, he said, "We in the movies. I followed him over to Broadway an down. You know how people keep lookin over their shoulders, seein if they bein followed? He didnt do that. "
"Its probably a good thing. "
" Cept I thought maybe hes bein slick. Maybe he just goin to duck into the movies and then slip out a side exit. Minute he bought the large-size popcorn I knew I didnt have to worry. Mans in for the duration, Jason. "
"Youre in the theater?"
"Phone in the lobby. I went in, saw where hes sittin. Soons I hang up Ill go back where I can keep an eye on him. Wont be keepin no eye on the screen, tell you that. You know what he had to see?"
"What?"
"Jurassic Park. "
"You already saw that, didnt you?"
"Seen it twice. Man, I so sick of dinosaurs. They wasnt extinct, Id go out an kill em myself. "
The show was scheduled to break at 10:15, and we added a new signal to our battery of codes. At twenty after ten the beeper sounded and I saw that hed punched in 5-6, indicating that they had left the theater. In the course of the next hour he beeped me three times, each time with the same code, 2-4, indicating he was still in contact with Severance. Another beep came at ten to twelve, and the 1-1 meant Severance was entering the building.
I switched off the beeper. I didnt want it making any sounds. I moved to a chair to the left of the doorway.
I got out the gun, the one Id been carrying since I got the first call that afternoon. I turned it over in my hands, trying to get accustomed to the feel of it.
I put it in my lap and sat there, waiting.
I was listening carefully but I didnt hear any footsteps. The hallway was carpeted and I guess that must have muffled them, because the first warning I had of his presence was the sound of his key in the lock. He opened one lock, and then there was a long pause, just long enough for me to wonder if hed somehow sensed something. Then I heard his key again and he opened the second lock. I watched the doorknob turn, watched as the door opened inward.
He came in, reached automatically to switch on the overhead light, turned automatically to lock the door behind him.
I said, "Severance!"
He spun toward the sound of my voice. I had the gun raised, and as he came around to face me I aimed it at his middle and gave the trigger a squeeze. It made the sound of a small twig snapping.
He looked at me, then down at his chest. A three-inch dart hung from his T-shirt. His hand groped for it in slow motion. The fingers would not quite close on the dart. He tried, God how he tried, but he couldnt do it.
Then his eyes glazed over and he fell.
I got another dart from the case, loaded the pistol. I stood watching him for a few minutes, then bent over him to check his pulse and respiration. I had brought two sets of handcuffs and I used them both, cuffing his hands together behind his back, cuffing his feet together with the chain looped around a table leg.
I went over and picked up the phone.
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When he woke up I was the first thing he saw. I was sitting on a folding metal chair. He was lying on a mattress atop a low plywood platform. His hands and one leg were free, but there was a thick steel cuff fastened around one ankle. A chain was attached to it, its other end anchored to a plate in the floor.
"Matt," he said. "Howd you find me?"
"You werent that hard to find. "
"I spend two hours watching dinosaurs, I walk in the door, and whammo! What did you get me with, a tranquilizer dart?"
"Thats right. "
"Jesus, how long was I out? Couple of hours, it must have been. "
"Longer than that, Jim. "
" Jim. Thats not what you called me just before you shot me. "
"No. "
"You called me another name. "
"I called you Severance. "
"Any point in pretending I dont know what youre talking about?"
"Not really. "
"Of course if theres a tape recorder running-"
"Theres not. "
"Because I dont remember anybody reading me my rights. "
"Nobody did. "
"Maybe you ought to, huh?"
"Why? Youre not under arrest. You havent been charged with anything. "
"No? What are you waiting for?"
"Theres not going to be a trial. "
"I get it. You son of a bitch, why didnt you use a real gun? Why not get it over with?" He sat up, or started to, and noticed the chain on his leg. With the discovery came the realization that he wasnt still lying on an Oriental carpet in the Tierneys apartment in Morningside Heights.
He said, "Whats this, fucking leg irons? Where the hell am I?"
"Red Hawk Island. "
"Red Hooks no island. Its just a bad part of town. "
"Red Hawk, not Hook. Its a small island in Georgian Bay. "
"Where the fuck is Georgian Bay?"
"In Canada," I said. "Its an arm of Lake Huron. Were a couple of hundred miles due north of Cleveland. "
"Youre telling me a story, right?"
"Sit up, Jim. Look out the window. "
He swung his legs over the side of the bed, sat up, got to his feet. "Whew," he said, sitting down again. "Little groggy. "
"Thats the drugs. "
He stood again, and this time he stayed on his feet. Dragging the chain, he walked over to the rooms single window. "Pine trees," he said. "Theres a fucking forest out there. "
"Well, its not Central Park. "
He turned to face me. "What the hell is this? Howd we get here?"
"A couple of men carried you out of the Tierney apartment on a stretcher. They loaded you into the backseat of a limousine. You were driven to a private airport in Westchester County, where they transferred you to a private plane. Theres a small landing strip here on Red Hawk Island, and thats where we touched down. That was around noon when we got here, twelve hours or so after you came home from the movie. Its almost five in the afternoon now. Youve been kept unconscious with injections while we got everything ready for you. "
"And whats this? A cabin?"
I nodded. "Theres a main house and several outbuildings. This is one of the outbuildings. The floors poured concrete, in case you were wondering, and the metal plate youre chained to is anchored solidly in it. In case you were wondering. "
"Message: I aint going nowhere. "
"Something like that. "
He went back to the bed and sat down on it. "Lot to go through to kill a guy," he said.
"Look whos talking. "
"Huh?"
"Look at all you went through," I said, "to kill all those men. Why, Jim?"
He was silent for a moment. Then he said, "You called me Jim all along. Thats the name you met me under, Jim Shorter. Its funny, cause that was the one name I stayed away from. For years Id pick different names, always the same initials, but never Jim, never James. I used Joe a few times, John, Jack. I was Jeremy on one occasion. And Jeffrey, I was Jeffrey when I got Carl Uhl. Oh, God, Jeff, what are you doing! He begged for his life, that cocksucker. " His grin was quick and
nasty. "All sorts of different names. But I didnt use the name I was born with once in all that time. Then finally I figured why not, whats it gonna hurt? So the name you met me under, it turned out to be my real name. The first name, anyway. "
"What got you started?"
"Why the hell should I tell you a fucking thing?"
"Its been a lot of years," I said. "Isnt it about time you told somebody?"
"A lot of years. I got a bunch of em, didnt I?"
"Yes, you did. "
"I shoulda just disappeared, you know? Time I met you, I already had this place rented. "
"This place?"
"Can you believe it? I think Im still back on Manhattan Avenue. I already had it arranged to sublet Tierneys apartment. I was just waiting for them to get on the plane. Soon as that happened, goodbye Jim Shorter, hello Joel Silverman. Hes a nice Jewish boy, Joel is. You know you can trust him to water your plants and not piss on your carpet. " He laughed. "Then you turned up. I couldnt disappear right away, not the way Id planned. I had to wait for you to lose interest. But instead of shining you on and getting rid of you, I let you take me to a fucking AA meeting. Can you believe that?"
"And one meeting changed your life. "
"Yeah, right, just like those lamebrains telling their stories. All of a sudden youre calling me on the phone, Im calling you on the phone, and how do I get you off my back and quit being Jim Shorter? First I went and did Helen in Forest Hills, because that wasnt a load of shit about having an affair with her. Widows are pretty easy targets, you know. Shes not the first I got next to after I did the husband. There was a guy named Bayliss you wouldnt even know was one of mine-"
"In a hotel room in Atlanta. "
"Yeah, well, I looked up the wife afterward. Same thing with Helen, such a shock discovering your husbands body, blah blah blah, next thing you know shes got her knees up and Im slippin her the salami. I dont know if I can explain what a pleasure it was. Its like killing the husband a second time. "
"And then you killed Helen. "
"I thought I could keep you from finding out. You were talking about going out to see her, so I figured Id better see her first. Then afterward I thought, shit, even a good accidents suspicious. You got to know Im good at doing accidents. I realized I had to pull the plug on Jim Shorter and disappear, and the hell with whether or not you figured it out. So I thought lets go out with a bang, lets be dramatic, and I got that fucking clown of a weatherman. "
"Gerry Billings. "
"Asshole. Chirpy little fucker with his bow ties and his million-dollar smile. The look on his face when I shot him. He bought the scene, you know. Thought it was a traffic accident and he was an innocent bystander who was getting shot for no reason at all. I was praying hed recognize me and go out knowing, but I didnt have time to waste so I just shot him and got it the fuck over with. "
"Why kill them, Jim?"
"You think I need a reason?"
"I think youve got one. "
"Why should I tell you?"
"I dont know," I said, "but I think you probably will. "