"That"s right. Suzze wanted to make a deal instead."
Myron could almost see it now. Suzze with the gun on her, not blinking. He"d been right. She wouldn"t just kill herself. She wouldn"t obey an order like that, even at gunpoint. "What kind of deal?"
Crisp risked a glance back at Win. He knew that Win wasn"t bluffing, that Win had concluded that it would be too dangerous to let Crisp live. Still, no matter what the odds, man scrambles to survive. This revelation was Crisp"s version of the last-second Hail Mary pa.s.s, his attempt to show enough humanity so that Myron would persuade Win not to pull the trigger.
Myron remembered the 9-1-1 call from the accented maintenance man. "Suzze agreed to overdose on the heroin," Myron said, "if you called nine-one-one."
Crisp nodded.
How had he not seen it before? You couldn"t force Suzze to take the heroin. She too would scramble to save her life. Except under one condition.
"Suzze would do what you asked," Myron went on, "under the condition that you gave her child a chance to live."
"Yes," Crisp said. "We made a deal. I promised to make the call the moment she shot up."
Myron"s heart broke anew. He could almost see Suzze coming to the realization that if she were shot in the head, her unborn son would die with her. So yes, she had scrambled, not to save herself, but to save her child. Somehow she had found a way. It was risky. If she died from the overdose right away, so might the baby. But at least it gave him a chance. Suzze probably knew how heroin overdoses work, how they slowly shut down the system, that there would be time.
"And you kept your promise?"
"Yes."
Myron asked the obvious question: "Why?"
Crisp shrugged and countered with: "Why not? There was no reason to kill an innocent baby if I didn"t have to."
The morals of a killer. So now Myron knew. They had come here for answers. There was only one more he needed now. "Tell me about my brother."
"I told you already. I don"t know anything about that."
"You went after Kitty."
"Sure. Once she came back and started making noise, we tried to find her. But I don"t know a thing about your brother. I swear."
With those last words, Win pulled the trigger and shot Evan Crisp in the head. Myron jumped back, startled by the sound. Blood oozed out onto the oriental carpet as the body slumped to the ground. Win did a quick check, but there was no need for a second shot. Herman Ache and Evan Crisp were both dead.
"Us or them," Win said.
Myron just stared. "So now what?"
"Now," Win said, "you go to your father."
"What are you going to do?"
"Don"t worry about it. You may not see me for a while. But I"ll be fine."
"What do you mean, not see you for a while? You"re not taking the heat for this alone."
"Yes, I am."
"But I"m here too."
"No, you"re not. I"ve taken care of it. Take my car. I"ll find a way to communicate but you won"t see me for a while."
Myron wanted to argue, but he knew it would only delay and possibly endanger the inevitable.
"How long?"
"I don"t know. We had no choice here. There was no way these two would have let us live. You have to see that."
Myron did. He also saw now why Win hadn"t told him. Myron would have looked for another way when, in truth, there wasn"t one. When Win visited Frank Ache in prison, they promised to exchange favors. Win had made good on it and saved them in the process.
"Go," Win said. "It"s over now."
Myron shook his head. "It"s not over," he said. "Not until I find Brad."
"Crisp was telling the truth," Win said. "Whatever danger your brother was in, it had nothing to do with this."
"I know," Myron said.
They had come here for answers and now Myron thought that maybe he really did know them all.
"Go," Win said.
Myron hugged Win. Win hugged back. The hug was fierce and tight and lasted a long time. No words were exchanged-they would have just been superfluous. But Myron remembered what Win had said after Suzze first came to his office looking for help, about our tendency to think good things will last forever. They don"t. We think that we will always be young, that the moments and people we cherish are everlasting. But they"re not. As Myron held his friend in his arms, he knew that nothing would ever be the same between them. Something in their relationship had changed. Something was gone forever.
When the hug finally ended, Myron headed back down the corridor and changed back into his clothes. Beefy was there. The other two goons were gone. Myron didn"t know about their fate. He didn"t much care. Beefy nodded at Myron. Myron walked over to Beefy and said, "I need one more favor." He told Beefy what he wanted. Beefy looked surprised but he said, "Give me a minute." He disappeared into the other room, came back, handed Myron what he had asked for. Myron thanked him. He headed outside, slipped into Win"s car, and started it up.
It was almost over.
He was a mile down the road when Esperanza called him. "Your father"s awake," she said. "He wants to see you."
"Tell him I love him."
"You"re on your way?"
"No," he said. "I can"t come yet. Not until I do what he asked."
Then Myron hung up the phone and started to cry.
33.
Christine Shippee met Myron in the lobby of the Coddington Rehabilitation Inst.i.tute.
"You look like death warmed over," Christine said. "And when you think about what I see in here every day, that"s saying something."
"I need to talk to Kitty."
"I told you on the phone. You can"t. You trusted me to take care of her."
"I need information."
"Tough."
"At the risk of sounding melodramatic, it may be a matter of life and death."
"Correct me if I"m wrong," Christine said, "but you called me for help, right?"
"Yes."
"And you knew the rules when you put her in here, right?"
"I did. And I want her to get help. We both know she needs it. But right now my father may be dying, and he"s looking for me to get some final answers."
"And you think Kitty has them?"
"Yes."
"She"s a mess right now. You know how my protocol works. The first forty-eight hours are pure h.e.l.l. She won"t be able to concentrate. All she"ll want is a fix."
"I know that."
Christine shook her head. "You got ten minutes." She buzzed him in and started leading him down a corridor. There wasn"t a sound. As though reading his mind, Christine Shippee said, "All the rooms are totally soundproof."
When they reached Kitty"s door, Myron said, "One more thing."
Christine waited.
"I need to talk to her alone," Myron said.
"No."
"The conversation has to be confidential."
"I won"t tell a soul."
"For legal reasons," Myron said. "If you hear something and one day you"re called to testify, I don"t want you lying under oath."
"My G.o.d. What are you going to ask her?"
Myron said nothing.
"She may freak out on you," Christine said. "She may grow violent."
"I"m a big boy."
She thought about it another minute. Then she sighed, unlocked the door, and said, "You"re on your own."
Myron entered. Kitty lay on the bed, half asleep maybe, whimpering. He closed the door behind her and moved toward the bed. He flicked on a lamp. Kitty had the sweats in a big, bad way. She blinked into the light.
"Myron?"
"It"s time for the lies to end," he said.
"I need a fix, Myron. You have no idea what this is like."
"You saw them kill Gabriel Wire."
"Them?" She looked puzzled, but then, as though thinking better of it, she caved and said, "Yes. I saw. I went to deliver a message for Suzze. She still loved him. She still had his key. I sneaked in a side entrance. I heard the gun go off and I hid."
"That was why you needed to run off with my brother. You needed to escape because you were afraid for your life. Brad was on the fence. So you added that lie about me-to drive the final wedge between us. You told him that I made a pa.s.s at you."
"Please," she said, grabbing at him desperately. "Myron, I need a fix so bad. Just one more and then I"ll let them help me. I promise."
Myron tried to keep her focused. He knew that he didn"t have much time. "I don"t really care what you told Suzze either, but I imagine you just confirmed what Lex told her-that Wire had been killed all those years ago. You posted that "Not His" message to get revenge and to send Lex a message that he better help you out."
"I just needed a few dollars. I was desperate."
"Yeah, terrific. And it cost Suzze her life."
She started crying.
"But none of that matters anymore," Myron said. "Right now I only care about one thing."
Kitty squeezed her eyes shut. "I won"t talk."
"Open your eyes, Kitty."
"No."
"Open your eyes."
She peeked out like a child through one eye-then both flew open wide. Myron dangled the heroin in the clear plastic bag in front of her-the bag he"d gotten not long ago from Beefy. Kitty tried to s.n.a.t.c.h it from his hand, but he pulled away just in time. She started clawing at him, screaming for it, but he pushed her back.
"You tell me the truth," Myron said. "And I will give you the bag."
"Do you promise?"
"I promise."