"About how far away are we talking about?" McAllen asked Ritchie. "The general area."
"Not far. Take us twenty, thirty minutes, depending on the coordinates he gives us."
"Then we"d still have to find them," McAllen said.
"We get enough cars up there," Ritchie said, "we can do it."
"But can we do it in time?"
Ritchie wasn"t sure what he meant. "In time for what?"
"In time to keep him from killing himself," McAllen said.
13.
WILEY WAS BORED. She had finished her book. There wasn"t anything else to read in the place but business and banking magazines and a few old She had finished her book. There wasn"t anything else to read in the place but business and banking magazines and a few old Playboys Playboys. It was a little too cold to go in the pool-which wasn"t much of a thrill even when it was warm. She was tired of lying in the sun but not tired enough to take a nap. The whole thing, lying around swimming pools, waiting, was getting to be a big G.o.dd.a.m.n bore.
And the ice in her iced tea had melted. She put the gla.s.s on the cement next to the lounge chair, snapped her orange bikini bottom a little higher on her can as she got up and went into the lodge, or whatever it was, that Frank said looked like a dude ranch.
It did look like a dude ranch. All those Indian blankets and animals looking out of the wall. She turned the hi-fi on, got some rock music she liked but didn"t recognize and was patting her bare thighs gently, keeping time, when Frank came in the front door. Frank and Gene and the new one, the little smarta.s.s carrying a shotgun. She hadn"t heard the car drive up.
"Well, hey. What"s going on?"
The three of them were at the front windows, not paying any attention to her.
"I never seem to catch the beginning," Wiley said. "Will somebody tell me what"s going on?"
She moved over a little, her hips keeping time with the music, to be able to look out the window, past Frank and across the open yard to where the long driveway came in through the trees. She didn"t see the Olds; then she did-over to the side a little at the edge of the trees, as if hidden there. They were waiting for someone to come up the drive and as she realized this her hips stopped keeping time and she thought of the police.
"You think," Wiley said, "I should start packing or what?"
"He"s in the trees," Renda said.
"He could be," Lundy said, "if he saw us turn. But maybe he didn"t."
Renda looked over his shoulder at Wiley. "Give me the gla.s.ses. Over on the table."
"Would you mind telling me something?"
"Give me the gla.s.ses gla.s.ses."
He raised the window and got down on his knees, took the binoculars as she handed them to him and rested his elbows on the sill. The trees were close to him now, dark in there but clearly defined as he adjusted the focus, scanned slowly toward the drive, held for a while, trying to see down the length of the dirt road, then back again, slowly. He stopped. From the side of a tree about twenty feet into the woods, Majestyk was aiming a rifle at him.
With the sound of the shot, the gla.s.s above his head shattered. Renda dropped below the sill to his hands and knees, in a crouch. There was a silence before he heard the man"s voice, coming from the trees.
"Frank, let"s finish it. Come on, I got work to do."
Wiley watched Frank crawl from beneath the window and stand up, turning to put his back against the wall. She expected him to yell something at the guy, answer him, but he didn"t. He was looking at her with a thoughtful sort of pleased expression; not really happy, but relaxed as he drew a .45 automatic from underneath his jacket. She still didn"t know what was going on.
Majestyk handed Nancy the rifle and picked up the shotgun, leaning against a tree, as he saw the front door open.
Wiley came out in her orange bikini. She seemed at ease, even though she was looking around, more curious than afraid. Coming across the lawn she said, "Where are you?"
"Over here," Majestyk said. He saw her gaze turn this way, but was sure she couldn"t see him yet.
"Frank"s not home," Wiley said. "You want to come in and wait?" He didn"t answer now and she turned to go. "Well, it was nice talking to you."
"Wiley-"
She stopped and looked back. "Yeah?"
"Come here."
"I don"t know where you are."
"Over here. That"s right."
He waited until she was in the trees, more cautious now, and finally saw where they were standing. "What"s he doing?" Majestyk said. "He want you to point to me so he can shoot?"
"I told you, he"s not home."
"The car"s over there."
"It belongs to somebody else."
"Wiley, tell Frank the cops are on the way. Tell him if he wants to settle it he hasn"t got much time."
She hesitated. "Police, huh. Listen, this really hasn"t got anything to do with me. I just happen to stop by."
"Who else is in there? How many?"
She hesitated again. "Just Frank ... and two others. G.o.d, he"s going to kill me."
Majestyk turned to Nancy. "Put her in the truck. Drive back to the road and wait for me there."
Wiley said to Nancy, "I really don"t know what"s going on. I don"t have any clothes or anything."
"Don"t worry, I"ll give you a nice outfit," Nancy said, and looked at Majestyk again. "Vincent, wait for the police, all right?"
"If they come," he said, "but right now it"s still up to him."
They couldn"t see her now. There had been a spot of orange in the trees, but now that was gone. "Where"d she go?" Kopas said. He didn"t like it at all. Five people dead, the man out there waiting for them. The man must be crazy, all he"d done.
"He grabbed her," Lundy said. He was holding his big magnum, resting it on the windowsill.
Why would he? Kopas was thinking and said, "Maybe they left. He sees we got him, so he took her and cut out."
"He"s there," Renda said, sure of it now, since he had begun to know the man, understand him. "Son of a b.i.t.c.h, we got to suck him out. Or go in after him."
Kopas said, "You mean walk out there?"
Renda looked at him. "If I tell you to."
Majestyk came up to the Olds 98 through the trees, keeping low, and there was nothing to it. The next part he"d have to do and not worry about and if they spotted him and fired he"d have to back off and think of something else. He opened the front door on the pa.s.senger side, waited a moment, then slid in headfirst over the seat and pulled the key out of the ignition. Coming out he looked at the backrest of the seat cushion, at the two bullet holes that were hardly noticeable. Just a little more to the left. He wished he"d taken a couple more seconds. It would have saved him a lot of trouble.
They could still come out the front while he worked around through the trees to the back, but it wouldn"t do them any good now. They weren"t going anywhere, unless on foot, and then it would be even easier.
That"s what he did: cut across the open to the blind side of the house and stayed close to it as he made his way around to the patio.
It could work because they wouldn"t expect him. Get up to a window or the gla.s.s door underneath the sundeck, shove the pump gun in, and wait for somebody to turn around. He moved past the lounge chair Wiley had been using a little while before, his eyes on the window. Even if he had looked down then he might not have seen the iced tea gla.s.s, it was so close to the chair. By the time he did see it he had kicked it over-hearing it like a window breaking-and all he saw were the broken fragments and a piece of lemon on the wet cement.
Renda turned from the front window. He stood listening, holding the .45 automatic at his side, then raised it as he started across the room toward the patio door. Lundy followed him.
Kopas waited. He wasn"t sure he wanted to go over there. He watched Renda press against the gla.s.s panes to look out, trying to see down the outside wall of the house. Kopas knew he"d have to open the door and stick his head out to see anything. He wondered if Renda would open the door, if he"d go out. Christ, it would take guts.
He heard Renda say to Lundy, "You stay here. I"m going up on the sundeck. I spot him I"ll yell to you."
Lundy nodded, holding the big mag, and moved in close to the door as Renda came back across the room. Kopas still didn"t know what to do. He was sure, though, he didn"t like being here with the guy right outside, the guy maybe poking a gun in a window any minute.
That is why he followed Renda to the front hall and up the stairs. The guy couldn"t poke a gun into a second-floor window.
Renda went into a bedroom and over to the sliding gla.s.s door that opened on the sundeck. He glanced at Kopas as he went out, noticing him, but didn"t say anything-like other times, looking through him as if he wasn"t there.
Kopas said, "What you want me to do, Mr. Renda?"
Maybe Renda hadn"t heard him. He was out on the sundeck now, looking over the railing at the patio. Kopas raised his shotgun and moved to the open doorway. He didn"t go out. He could see most of the patio and the swimming pool, the sun reflecting on the clear green water. He watched Renda go to his hands and knees, trying to see down through the narrow s.p.a.ces between the deck boards. Renda crawled along this way, coming back to the door before he got to his feet again.
"Son of a b.i.t.c.h, he"s under there," Renda said.
But where? Kopas was thinking. The deck was about thirty feet long. He could be right underneath them or he could be down a ways or hiding behind something. He watched Renda move to the rail again, then look over to the left, to where the patio door would be, where Lundy was waiting. He watched Renda lean over the rail and point the .45 straight down-and couldn"t believe it when Renda suddenly yelled out.
"Gene, he"s going around the side! Get him!"
Majestyk"s eyes were raised to the sundeck above his head, his shotgun pointing straight up to where he was pretty sure Renda was standing-where he had heard the movement and where the glints of sunlight between the boards were blotted out.
He didn"t know it was Renda, not until he heard Renda"s voice, his words clear, startling. And heard something else. A door. Quick footsteps on cement.
He had time-at least three seconds, before Lundy, running alongside the swimming pool, saw him, came to a stop and swung the magnum at him-time to swing the shotgun down and fire and pump and fire again and see Gene Lundy blown off his feet into the swimming pool.
Renda saw that much and knew where the man was down below, knew close enough, and began firing the .45 automatic straight down at the deck boards, concentrating on a small area only a few feet to his left, fired and fired, splintering, gouging the stained wood, and kept firing until the automatic was empty.
He stood listening then. When the gunfire ringing in his ears began to fade, he could hear, very faintly, the sound of hi-fi rock music coming from the main room. That was all. He stepped into the bedroom to reload the .45, still listening, watching the patio-pulling out the clip and throwing it aside, taking another clip from his jacket pocket and smacking it with his palm into the grip.
"Go take a look," Renda said.
Kopas had backed away from the gla.s.s doors until the bed stopped him and he felt it against his legs. "Mr. Renda-" He stopped and started over. "The man wasn"t running around the side. I was looking, I didn"t see him. You told Gene that-you used used Gene to spot the guy." Gene to spot the guy."
Kopas saw him turn and saw his eyes, not looking through him this time but right at him.
"Go downstairs," Renda said, "look out the door. If he"s laying there, walk out on the patio. If he isn"t laying there, stay where you are."
"I"m sorry," Bobby Kopas said. "I mean I don"t even know what I"m doing doing here. I don"t give a s.h.i.t about the guy. Really, it"s none of my business. I think I better just-split. You know?" He had to get out, that"s all. Just get the h.e.l.l out of here, though not make it look like he was scared or running. He said, "I"ll leave this in case you need it," and dropped the shotgun on the bed as he got around the foot of it and headed for the door. here. I don"t give a s.h.i.t about the guy. Really, it"s none of my business. I think I better just-split. You know?" He had to get out, that"s all. Just get the h.e.l.l out of here, though not make it look like he was scared or running. He said, "I"ll leave this in case you need it," and dropped the shotgun on the bed as he got around the foot of it and headed for the door.
Renda said, "Bobby-"
Kopas kept going.
He was almost to the stairway when Renda came out into the hall.
"Bobby!"
His hand was on the stair rail. Below him was the open front door and sunlight. He didn"t hear his name again. He didn"t care if he did. He didn"t care now if Renda thought he was running. Just get out out, that"s all.
He got halfway down.
Renda shot him from the top of the stairs, hitting him squarely in the back, twice. Lowering the .45 he saw Kopas lying face-down in the front hall, a few feet from the door, and was aware of the hi-fi music again-a slow rock instrumental-coming from the main room.
All right, he"d go down, go through the room to the patio. Look outside.
Or he could go out the front door and walk around. If the guy was alive he wouldn"t know which way he"d be coming from, wouldn"t know where to look.
But the guy was probably dead. Or at least hit. He must have hit him. So it didn"t matter. Renda moved down the stairs, holding his gaze on the archway below and to the right, that led into the main room. He was at the bottom, in the front hall, about to step over Bobby Kopas"s legs, when the hi-fi music stopped. It stopped abruptly, in the middle of the rock number.
Renda waited.
There was no sound from the room. Animal heads looking down in silence at-what? Where would he be? Behind something. Renda could see only part of the room from where he was standing, the windows along the front wall. He would have to walk through the archway to see the rest, not knowing where the guy was. He had never done it like this before, walked in, the guy knowing he was coming. Guy waiting with a shotgun. There was a shotgun upstairs. But if he went up the guy could move again and he wouldn"t know where. He knew the guy was in the room. But it was a big room. Or he could be outside again, with the shotgun sticking in the window.
He said to himself, This isn"t a f.u.c.king game. Get out Get out.
Renda went through the doorway, ran across the gra.s.s to the Olds 98 and got to it, pulled the door open and started to slide in.
The key wasn"t in the ignition.