Brain Child Part 33

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Alejandro de Melendez y Ruiz 18321926.

His own grave, in a way, and already sixty years old. There were flowers on the grave, though, and Alex knew who had put them there. Old Maria Torres, still honoring her grandfather's memory. Alex reached down and picked one of the flowers, breathing in its fragrance. Then, taking the flower with him, he went back to the car.

In the Square, he stepped over the chain around the tree, and stood for a long time under the spreading branches. Alejandro's memories were strong again, and Alex let them spread through his mind.

Once more he saw his father's body swinging limply from the hempen noose knotted around his neck, and felt the unfamiliar sensation of tears dampening his cheeks. He took the flower from Alejandro's grave and laid it gently on the ground above his father's grave. Then he turned away, knowing he'd seen the great oak tree for the last time.

Lisa and Carol Cochran were still sitting in the friendly brightness of the kitchen when they heard the car pull up outside, and a door slam. Carol hesitated, then pulled the drawn shades just far enough back to allow her to peer out into the street. A car she didn't recognize sat by the curb, and it was too dark to see who had gotten out of it. She dropped the shade back into position, and went to the stove, where she nervously poured herself yet another cup of coffee. As soon as Jim had left the house, she had given up any idea of sleeping that night.



"Who was it, Mom?" Lisa whispered, and Carol forced a grin that held much more confidence than she was feeling.

"It's no one. I've never seen the car before, and I don't think anyone's in it. Whoever it was must have gone across the street." But even as she spoke, she had the uncanny feeling that she was wrong, and that whoever had arrived in the car was still outside.

At that moment, the doorbell rang, its normally friendly chime taking on an ominous tone.

"What shall we do?" Lisa asked, her voice barely audible.

"Nothing," Carol whispered back. "We'll just sit here, and whoever it is will go away."

The doorbell sounded again, and Lisa seemed to shrink away from the sound.

"He'll go away," Carol repeated. "If we don't answer it, he'll go away."

And then, as the bell rang for the third time, there was a pounding of feet on the stairs, and through the dining room Carol could see Kim, apparently having leapt from the third step, catching herself before cras.h.i.+ng headlong into the door. Knowing what was about to happen, she rose to her feet. "Kim!"

But it was too late. Over her own cry, she heard Kim's exuberant voice demanding to know who was outside before she opened the door.

"Don't open it, Kim," she cried, but Kim only turned to give her an exasperated glare.

"Don't be dumb, Mommy," Kim called. "It's only Alex." She reached up and turned the k.n.o.b, then pulled the door open wide.

Carrying the shotgun in his right hand, Alex stepped into the Cochrans' foyer.

"How long we going to sit here?" Jackson asked. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, then cupped his hand over his lighter as a brief flame illuminated the dark interior of the car they had parked fifty feet up the hill from the Lonsdales'.

"As long as it takes," Finnerty growled, s.h.i.+fting in the seat in a vain attempt to ease the cramps in his legs. He'd been up too many hours, and exhaustion was beginning to take its toll.

"What makes you so sure the kid's going to come back here at all?"

Finnerty shrugged stiffly. "Instincts. He doesn't really have any place else to go. Besides, why shouldn't he come back here?"

Jackson glanced across at his partner, and took a deep drag on his cigarette, hoping perhaps the smoke might drive away the sleepiness that was threatening to overwhelm him. "Seems to me that if I were in his shoes, this is the last place I'd come. I think I'd be heading for Mexico right about now."

"Except for one thing," Finnerty growled. "According to the kid's dad, the kid couldn't have done anything, remember?"

"You believe that s.h.i.+t?"

"We saw Alex Lonsdale the night he wrecked himself, remember? By rights, that kid should have been dead. Jesus, Tom, half his head was caved in. But he's not dead. So who am I to say how they saved him? Maybe they did exactly what Doc Lonsdale says they did."

"All right," Jackson replied. Though he still wasn't accepting the strange tale they'd heard, he was willing to go along with it for the sake of conversation. "So what's your idea?"

"That maybe the kid was programmed to kill after all, and was also programmed to forget what he'd done, after he'd done it."

"Now you're reaching," Jackson replied.

"Except it accounts for the discrepancy in our notes. Remember how you wrote down that Alex said he parked across from Jake's last night, and I wrote down that he said he parked in the lot next door?"

"So? One of us heard wrong."

"What if we didn't? What if we both heard it right, and we both wrote it down right? What if he told us both things?"

Jackson frowned in the darkness. "Then he was lying."

"Maybe not," Finnerty mused. "What if he went down to Jake's, parked across the street, then changed his mind and went up to Mrs. Benson's? He kills her, then goes back to Jake's, and parks in the lot. But he forgets what he did in between the two arrivals, because that's what he's been programmed to do. When he tells us everything he remembers about last night, he remembers parking both places, so that's what he tells us. We didn't make any mistakes, and he didn't lie. He just doesn't remember what he did."

"That's crazy-"

"What's happening in this town is crazy," Finnerty rasped. "But at least that theory fits the facts. Or at least what we think are the facts."

"So he'll come home, because he doesn't remember what he's done?"

"Right. Why shouldn't he come home? As far as he knows, nothing's wrong."

"But what if he does remember?" Jackson asked. "What if he knows exactly what he's doing, and just doesn't care?"

"Then," Finnerty said, his voice grim, "we might have to do exactly what his father suggested. We might have to kill him."

Jackson took two more nervous drags on his cigarette, then stubbed it out in the ashtray. "Roscoe? I don't think I could do it," he said finally. "If it comes down to it, I'm just not sure I could shoot anyone."

"Well, let's hope it won't come down to that," Roscoe Finnerty replied. Then, giving in to his exhaustion, he slid deeper in his seat and closed his eyes. "Wake me up if anything happens."

"Kim!"

Carol Cochran tried to make the word commanding, but her voice cracked with fear. Nonetheless, Kim turned to gaze at her curiously. "Come here, Kim," she pleaded. Still Kim hesitated, and gazed up at Alex, her face screwed into a worried frown.

"Did you hurt yourself, Alex?" she asked, her eyes fixing on the cut over his eye.

Alex nodded.

"How?"

"I...I don't know," Alex admitted, then turned to look into the kitchen, where Carol and Lisa seemed frozen in place. "It's all right," Alex said. "I'm not going to hurt you."

As he spoke the words, Carol took a step forward. "Kim, I told you to come here!"

Kim glanced uncertainly from her mother to Alex, then back to her mother. She backed slowly into the dining room, then turned and dashed on into the kitchen.

When her younger daughter was in her arms, Carol's strength seemed to come back to her. "Go away, Alex," she said, the steadiness in her voice surprising even herself. "Just go away and leave us alone."

Alex nodded, but moved slowly through the dining room until he came to the kitchen door, the gun still clutched in his right hand.

From her chair, Lisa watched Alex's eyes, and her fear, instead of easing, only grew. There was an emptiness to his eyes that she'd never seen before. It was far beyond the strange blankness she'd almost grown used to over the last few months. Now his eyes looked as if they might be the eyes of a dead man. "Go away," she whispered. "Please, Alex, just go away."

"I will," Alex replied. "I just...I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry for what's happened."

"Sorry?" Lisa echoed. "How can you be-" And then she broke off her own words, as her eyes suddenly fell on the shotgun. Alex followed her gaze with his own eyes, and his expression became almost puzzled.

"I didn't kill anyone," he said softly. "I mean...Alex didn't kill anyone. It was the other."

Lisa and Carol glanced nervously at each other, and Carol shook her head almost imperceptibly.

"I'm not Alex," he went on. "That's what I came to tell you. Alex is dead."

"Dead?" Lisa echoed. "Alex, what are you talking about?"

"He's dead," Alex said again. "He died in the wreck. That's all I came to tell you, so you wouldn't think he'd done anything." His eyes fixed on Lisa, and when he spoke again, his voice was strangled, as if the very act of speaking the words was painful for him. "He loved you," he whispered. "Alex loved you very much. I...I don't understand what that means, but I know it's true. Don't blame Alex for what I've done. He couldn't stop it."

Suddenly his eyes filled with tears once again. "He would have stopped it," he whispered. "If so much of him hadn't died-if just a little more of him had lived-I know he would have stopped it."

Carol Cochran shakily rose to her feet. "What, Alex?" she whispered. "What would you have stopped?"

"Not me," Alex breathed. "Him. Alex would have stopped what Dr. Torres did. But I didn't know. He wouldn't let me remember, so I didn't know. But Alex found out. What was left of him found out, and he's trying to stop it. He's still trying, but he might not be able to, because he's dead." His eyes suddenly took on a wildness as they focused on Lisa once more. "Don't you understand?" he begged. "Alex is dead, Lisa!" Then he turned, and shambled back through the dining room and out into the night. A moment later, Carol heard a car door slam and an engine start. And then she heard Kim, and felt the little girl tugging at her arms.

"What's wrong with him?" she asked. "What's wrong with Alex?"

Carol swallowed hard, then held Kim close. "He's sick, honey," she whispered. "He's very sick in his head, that's all." Then she released Kim, and started toward the phone. "I'd better call the police," she said.

"No!" Carol turned back to see Lisa standing up, her expression suddenly clear. "Let him go, Mama," she said softly. "He won't hurt anyone else now. Don't you understand? That's what he was trying to tell us. All he wants to do now is die, and we have to let him." She knelt down, and pulled Kim close. "That wasn't Alex that was just here, Kim," she said softly. "That was someone else. Alex is dead. That's what he was telling us. That he's dead, and we should remember him the way he used to be. The way he was the night he took me to the dance." She hesitated, as her eyes flooded with tears. "Do you remember that night, Kim?"

Kim nodded, but said nothing.

"Then let's remember him that way, sweetheart. Let's remember how he looked all dressed up in his dinner jacket, and let's remember how good he was. All right?"

Kim hesitated, then nodded, and Lisa's gaze s.h.i.+fted to her mother. "Let him go, Mama. Please?" she begged. "He won't hurt anyone. I know he won't."

Carol stood silently watching her daughter for several long seconds, then, at last, moved toward her and embraced her.

"All right," she said softly. Then: "I'm sorry."

"I am too," Lisa replied. "And so is Alex."

"You're sure there's nothing I can do?" Jim Cochran asked.

Marsh opened the front door, and gazed out into the night as if expecting Alex to appear, but there was nothing. "No," he sighed. "Go on back to Carol and the girls. And tell them I understand why they didn't come," he added.

Jim Cochran regarded his friend shrewdly. "I don't believe I told you why they didn't come."

"You told me," Marsh replied with a tight smile. "Maybe not in words, but I understood." He glanced back over his shoulder to the living room, where Ellen was still sitting on the couch. "I'd better get back in," he went on. "I don't think she can stand to be by herself very long."

During the hour that Jim Cochran had been there, Ellen had finally begun to speak, but she was still confused, as if she wasn't exactly sure what had happened.

"Where's Carol?" she had asked half an hour ago. Then she'd peered vacantly around the room.

"She's home," Jim had told her. "Home with the girls. Kim's not feeling too well."

"Oh," Ellen had breathed, then fallen silent again before repeating her question five minutes later.

"She'll be all right," Marsh had a.s.sured him. "It's a kind of shock, and she'll pull out of it."

But even as he was about to leave, Jim wasn't sure he should be going at all. To him, Marsh didn't look much better than Ellen.

"Maybe I'd better stay-"

"No. If Alex comes home, I don't know what might happen. But I know I'd rather n.o.body was here. Except them." He gestured past the patio wall and up the road in the direction of the car Jim knew was still parked there, waiting.

"Okay. But if you need me, call me. All right?"

"All right." And then, without saying anything more, Marsh closed the door.

Jim Cochran crossed the patio, and let himself out through the gate. As he got into his car, he waved toward the two policemen, and one of them waved back. Finally he started the engine, put the car in gear, and backed out into the street.

Thirty seconds later, as he neared the bottom of the hill, he pa.s.sed another car going up, but it was too dark for him to see Alex Lonsdale behind its wheel.

Alex pulled the car off the road just before he rounded the last curve. By now, he was sure, they would be looking for him, and they would be watching the house. He checked the breech of the shotgun.

There was one sh.e.l.l left.

It would be all he needed.

He got out of the car and quietly shut the door, then left the road and worked his way up the hillside, circling around to approach the house from the rear. In the dim light of the moon, the old house looked as it had so many years ago, and deep in his memory, the voices-Alejandro's voices-began whispering to him once more.

He crept down the slope into the shadows of the house itself, and a moment later had scaled the wall and dropped into the patio.

He stood at the front door.

He hesitated, then twisted the handle and pushed the door open. Twenty feet away, in the living room, he saw his father.

Not his father.

Alex Lonsdale's father.

Alex Lonsdale was dead.

But Ellen Lonsdale was still alive.

"Venganza...venganza..."

Alejandro de Melendez y Ruiz was dead, as was Raymond Torres.

Brain Child Part 33

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