Odd Hours Part 36

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"If you cooperate fully with those details, I don't have to kill you. But there's another thing."

"There's always another thing."

He favored me with a sly, calculating look. You might think that was the only look he had, but in fact I had seen one other.

"I was listening outside the study door long before you saw me," he said.

"Your employers get their money's worth."



"I heard something that intrigued me. The pills, Harry."

"Oh, my."

"I am always looking for a new experience."

"Not me. I've had too many just tonight."

I half expected a coyote with a gun to appear behind the redhead and shoot him dead. Then Then we'd see how long I could keep myself alive with conversation. we'd see how long I could keep myself alive with conversation.

"My brother won't touch drugs," he said.

"There's got to be one in every family."

"For a while I had a minor problem with methamphetamine."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"But I'm cured now."

"I'm glad to hear that."

"I do some heroin, but I don't overdo it."

"That's the key. Moderation."

He leaned toward me over the dinette table. I waited for his breath to peel up the Formica.

He whispered, "Is it true? Pills that, as Shackett said, facilitate psychic powers?"

"It's a secret government project."

"Isn't America amazing?"

"I've got a bottle in my car. They're disguised as aspirin."

"You know another reason I haven't killed you yet, Harry?"

"I am clueless."

"I never caught you once looking at my teeth."

"Your teeth? What about your teeth?"

He grinned broadly at me.

"So what?" I said. "Some people don't even have teeth."

"You're a very considerate guy, you know that?"

I shrugged.

"No, Harry, you are. People can be cruel."

"Tell me about it. I've had my own experiences."

"You? You're a pretty good-lookin' guy."

"Well, I compete okay," I said. "But I don't mean me. I have a brother, too. Maybe you heard me telling Shackett about him."

"No, I must've come in after that."

"My brother, he's paraplegic."

"Oh, man, that's a tough one."

"And blind in one eye."

"See, that's where you learned compa.s.sion."

"It's learning the hard way."

"Know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna have all my teeth pulled, replace 'em with implants."

"Ouch."

"It's for Freddie."

"Love makes the world go 'round. But still...ouch."

"Oh, they put you in twilight sleep. It's painless."

I said, "For your sake, I hope that's true."

"If the doctor's lyin', I'll kill him after."

He laughed, and I laughed, and with Mrs. Moran's pistol, I shot him under the table.

Reflexively, the redhead squeezed off a round that whistled past my head, and I brought Mrs. Moran's gun above the table and shot him twice.

He almost rocked his chair over backward, but then he dropped forward on the table, as dead as Lincoln but not as great a man, and his gun fell out of his hand.

For a while I sat there shaking. I could not get up. I was so cold that my breath should have been pluming from me in a frost.

When the redhead had shot the chief, I had stumbled backward and had managed to fall facedown atop the minister's dead wife.

Reverend Moran had been correct: His wife had been carrying a pistol in a holster under her blazer.

Finally I got up from the kitchen table. I went to the sink and put the pistol on the cutting board.

I turned on the hot water and splashed my face. I couldn't get warm. I was freezing.

After a while, I realized that I was was.h.i.+ng my hands. Evidently, I had washed them several times. The water was so hot that my hands were bright red.

FORTY-EIGHT.

ALTHOUGH I DID NOT WANT TO TOUCH MELANIE Moran's pistol again, I could hear Fate shouting at me to learn, for heaven's sake, from experience. The current lesson, which I had absorbed well, was never to visit a clergyman's house without a firearm.

In the living room, which presently contained no dead bodies, I used Reverend Moran's telephone to call the Homeland Security field-office number in Santa Cruz that the operator had provided to me earlier at the convenience-store pay phone.

My call was handed off to a bored junior agent who stopped yawning when I told him that I was the guy who had beached the tugboat carrying four thermonuclear weapons in the cove at Hecate's Canyon. They had recently heard about that, and they had agents on the way from Los Angeles; and he hoped that I had no intention of talking to the news media.

I a.s.sured him I would not, that in fact I didn't even want to talk to him, that all I had done lately was talk, talk, talk, and I was talked out. I told him the triggers for four bombs would be in a leather satchel in the Salvation Army used-clothing collection bin at the corner of Memorial Park Avenue and Highcliff Drive.

To spare Homeland Security confusion, I noted that no Memorial Park existed anywhere along Memorial Park Avenue or at either end, and I cautioned him not to expect to find Highcliff Drive along any of the town's bluffs.

"I told the FBI about the tugboat, and I'm telling you about the triggers," I said, "because I don't fully trust all this with one agency. And you you should not trust everyone in the Magic Beach Police Department." should not trust everyone in the Magic Beach Police Department."

After I hung up, I went to the front door and looked through one of the flanking sidelights at the porch. I saw no coyotes, so I left the house.

Behind me, the phone began to ring. I knew it would be the young agent from Homeland Security or a telemarketing firm. I had nothing to say to either.

By the time I reached the porch steps, the pack materialized before me, as though the fog were not a weather condition but instead a doorway through which they could step in an instant off the dry inland hills fifty miles distant into this coastal night. Legions of radiant yellow eyes receded into the murk.

Trying to recall the effective words that Annamaria had used on the greenbelt along Hecate's Canyon, I said, "You do not belong here."

As I descended the steps, the coyotes failed to retreat.

"The rest of the world is yours...but not this place at this moment."

As I descended the final step and arrived on the walkway, the coyotes swarmed around me, some growling low in their throats, others mewling with an eager hunger.

They smelled of musk and meadows, and their breath of blood.

Moving forward, I said, "I am not yours. You will leave now."

They seemed to think that I was mistaken, that I was indeed theirs, that they had seen the menu with my name on it, and their bodies pressed against my legs.

Annamaria had quoted Shakespeare: Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.

"I know," I told the coyotes, "that you are not only what you appear to be, and I am not afraid of anything you are."

That was a lie, but it was not a fraction as outrageous as the mult.i.tudinous lies that I had told to Chief Hoss Shackett and his a.s.sociates.

One of the beasts nipped the left leg of my jeans and tugged.

"You will leave now," I said firmly but serenely, without a tremor in my voice, as Annamaria had said it.

Another coyote s.n.a.t.c.hed at the right leg of my jeans. A third one nipped at my left shoe.

They were growing more aggressive.

Out of the mist, through their thickly furred and plume-tailed ranks, came one stronger than the others, with a proud chest ruff and a larger head than any in the pack.

Coyotes communicate-especially in the hunt-by the p.r.i.c.king of their flexible and expressive ears, by the positions of their tails, and with other body language.

As this leader approached me through the swarm that parted to give him pa.s.sage, his every expression of ears and tail was at once mimicked by the others, as if he were marshaling them for attack.

I faltered to a halt.

Although I had the words that Annamaria used, I did not have Annamaria, and it was beginning to look as if that was the difference between coyotes skulking away in defeat and coyotes ripping my throat out.

Much earlier in the evening, in the Brick District, a still small voice deep inside me had said Hide Hide when a harbor-department truck had turned the corner. Now through my mind rang two words: when a harbor-department truck had turned the corner. Now through my mind rang two words: the bell. the bell.

I did not have Annamaria with me, but I had something that had belonged to Annamaria, and I fished it from under my sweats.h.i.+rt.

Surely the silver bell, no larger than a thimble, would be too small, too alien to a coyote's experience, too lacking in s.h.i.+ne in this foggy dark to attract their notice.

Yet when I let it lie upon the blue field of my sweats.h.i.+rt, the eyes of the leader went to it, and as well the eyes of the others.

"The rest of the world is yours," I repeated, "but not this place at this moment."

The leader did not relent, but some of the smaller individuals began to shy away from me.

Emboldened, I addressed the master of the others, making eye contact with him and with him alone. "You will leave now."

He did not look away from me, but he stopped advancing.

"You will leave now," I repeated, and I moved forward once more, bold and not fearful, as Shakespeare advised, though I couldn't lay claim to goodness and virtue to the extent that I would have liked.

"Now," I insisted, and with one hand touched the bell upon my chest. "Go now."

Odd Hours Part 36

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