The Sentry Part 39

Daniel touched his chest again, and looked down at the blood. He didn't feel so bad. He didn't even remember getting hit. He knew they were shooting, and the bullets were rainin' in, but he didn't remember getting hit. Maybe there was somethin' to this werewolf business after all.

Tobey said, "Find your gun, Daniel. Get the gun."

"Gun, gun."

Daniel felt around until he found it. The rifle was gone, but the pistol was still in his pocket. He flipped off the safety.

"I think I can still get that b.a.s.t.a.r.d, boys."

Tobey said, "Bet your a.s.s you can, can."

Cleo said, "Bet your a.s.s, a.s.s, a.s.s."

Daniel was feeling stronger. He took another breath, and felt pretty d.a.m.ned good. Even if he couldn't get the b.a.s.t.a.r.d, he was thinking he could get away. Plenty of houses around. Plenty of cars. All he had to do was get across Mulholland and into the canyon.

Daniel listened. He heard movement on the slope, but it was far away and below. They probably thought he slid farther down than he had.

Daniel pushed himself to his feet, using the tree to pull himself up as much as he pushed.

Then Gregg Daniel Vincent saw the arrow dude watching him. Dude didn't say a word, just stood there, no more than three feet away, gun at his side.

48.

Pike knew Cole was somewhere on the slope below. He could hear Cole pus.h.i.+ng through the brush, and the clatter of sliding rocks as he worked sideways across the hill. Pike had seen Vincent moving downhill, so searching downhill was the smart bet, but Pike decided to lag back in case Vincent doubled back.

Pike let Cole move farther away. The farther Cole moved, the quieter it became, and quiet was good.

Pike listened for almost a minute before he heard a pebble dance through the trees on the slope somewhere in front of him. A soft cough followed the pebble.

Pike eased between the trees, and found Vincent in the rocks behind two dying walnut trees less than twenty yards from the road. Pike thought he was dead, but Vincent moved, then slowly struggled to his feet. Vincent was thin, but built strong, with a lean face and pockmarks and circles under his eyes. He didn't look crazy, but what kind of person tortures and kills for lunatic drug traffickers?

Pike saw that Vincent was holding a gun, but waited to see what he would do. The man had a chest wound, but it was low and to the side. Pike had seen men fight on and win with their bodies turned inside out.

Then Vincent saw him, and his eyes sharpened like a couple of tacks.

"Look at this, boys. We got him."

Pike wondered who he was talking to.

"You Pike?"

Pike nodded.

"Wasn't you shot me. That other guy. You wanna call me an ambulance?"

"No."

"No? I'm bleedin' here, man. Get me some help."

Pike shook his head.

Vincent stared for a moment. He hadn't wanted the ambulance, and would have left before it arrived. He had hoped to catch Pike reaching for his phone or making the call. He wanted the edge.

Vincent said, "You never answered my question."

"What question was that?"

"Down south. You think we faced off before?"

"No."

"How you know that for sure?"

"You'd be dead."

"That's funny. The boys told me the same thing about you."

Pike said, "Who are you talking about?"

Vincent brought up his gun. Vincent was fast, but didn't quite make it.

Pike shot him three times in the chest, a tight little group the size of a clover. Pike walked over, picked up his gun, then shouted for Cole.

"He's down. Higher than you, twenty yards in from the road."

Pike searched the body before putting away his .357.

Cole called from below.

"You good?"

"Good. I'm going to Dru."

Dru. Pike said her real name, quietly and to himself.

"Rose."

Pike jogged back across Mulholland, and found Rose Platt squatting beside Rainey. He tried to understand what he felt about her, but he mostly felt nothing.

Rose stood when she saw him, and Pike slowed to a walk. She still had the eyes. Smart, and complicated, and completely alive. Maybe that's what drew him to her. The life in her eyes.

She said, "He's dead."

"I'm sorry."

Rose picked up Rainey's pistol, stepped over his body, and opened the Prius.

"Rose."

She smiled, the smart eyes glittering.

"You're not going to do anything."

Pike stopped, hoping she wouldn't push it.

"Put down the gun."

"I can't give up that kind of money. I lived like a rat for that money. Don't you see? It's mine."

"Three hundred thousand isn't that much."

She c.o.c.ked her head, and something played in her eyes that left them angry.

"If only you knew."

She turned back for the car, and Pike started toward her.

"Rose."

Her gun came up, and Pike went for his weapon, but two shots snapped past him even before his gun cleared its holster.

Pike saw the bullets. .h.i.t her, how her s.h.i.+rt puckered and rippled. He saw her eyes flutter, and her mouth open as if she didn't know what had happened. She reached up to touch something that wasn't there, then fell.

Pike did not go to her. He turned and saw Elvis Cole, still holding his gun. Pike saw the tears spill down Cole's face. Pike watched his friend cry, and neither of them moved.

49.

Daniel Daniel saw dancing lights, and thought they were Cleo, but the lights raced toward him, right up to his face, then tromboned away fast as a gunshot, then snapped into hyper-sharp focus. Daniel saw branches. Branches, pine needles, twisted gnarled deformed warped scrub oak branches like arthritic fingers with leaves.

Tobey cried, "Daniel?"

Cleo whimpered, "Daniel?"

Daniel felt himself shrinking, like the world was growing larger and he was getting smaller, and Tobey and Cleo were farther away.

Daniel said, "Guys?"

Tobey said, "We're looking, dude, where are you?"

Cleo said, "Daniel, aniel?"

Daniel struggled to get up. He fought like a werewolf with a zombie eating its neck, but the zombie was winning.

"Tobey? Cleo? Where are you, you, you?"

Daniel tried to keep his eyes open, but the light grew so bright it turned black.

Tobey screamed, "Daniel, come back!"

Cleo shrieked, "Where is he, is he, is he?"

Daniel tried to answer, but could not, and knew the boys heard only silence.

Tobey said, "Cleo?"

Cleo said, "Tobey?"

"Going?"

"Gone."

Daniel no longer felt his body, or the earth beneath him, or the air that kissed his skin. He felt like nothing within nothing, and knew he would miss the guys, Cleo and Tobey, his only true and dear friends.

50.

Pike sat on the Venice Boulevard bridge, looking down Grand Ca.n.a.l at the house. He sat on the concrete base of a light pole with his legs dangling down, which you weren't supposed to do, but Officer Hydeck was leaning on the rail next to him.

She said, "You spend a lot of time here."

Pike nodded.

"I see you here a lot, man. You doing okay?"

"I'm good."

Hydeck adjusted her pistol.