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I handed him the cassette and he read the title aloud and laughed. "So Leveque was not without a sense of humor after all," he said. "He kept it well hidden during his lifetime. If you want to authenticate your end of the proceedings, just open the attach? case. "
I worked the snaps and raised the lid. The case held stacks of twenty-dollar bills secured with rubber bands.
"I hope you dont mind twenties," he said. "You didnt specify denomination. "
"Thats fine. "
"Fifty stacks, fifty bills to a stack. Why dont you count it?"
"Ill trust your count. "
"I should be as gracious and trust that this is the tape Leveque made. But I think Ill play it to make sure. "
"Why not? I opened the case. "
"Yes, that would have been an act of faith, wouldnt it? To accept the attach? case unopened. Olga, you were right. I like this man. " He clapped a hand on my shoulder. "You know something, Scudder? I think we will be friends, you and I. I think we are destined to become very close. "
I remembered what he had told Richard Thurman. "We are closer than close, you and I. We are brothers in blood and semen. "
He played the cassette and turned the sound off. He fast-forwarded through the opening in fits and starts, and there was a moment when I thought Id got everything ass-backward at the bank and we were going to be watching the standard unimproved version of The Dirty Dozen. It wouldnt have mattered what was on the tape if Mick Ballou would get off his ass and hit the door, but things seemed to be dragging out.
"Ah," Stettner said.
And I relaxed, because we were watching their home movie now. Stettner stood with his hands on his hips, gazing attentively at the screen. The set was larger than Elaines, and the image somewhat more compelling as a result. I found my own attention drawn to it in spite of myself. Olga, drawing closer to her husbands side, was staring at it as if hypnotized.
"What a beautiful woman you are," Stettner told her. To me he said, "Here she is in the flesh, but I have to see her on the screen to appreciate how beautiful she is. Curious, dont you think?"
Whatever my reply might have been, it was lost forever when gunfire rang out somewhere in the building. There were two shots close together, then a brace of answering shots. Stettner said, "Jesus Christ!" and spun around to face the door. I was moving the minute the sounds registered for what they were. I stepped backward, yanked the tail of my suit jacket aside with my left hand, went for my gun with my right. I had it in my hand and got my finger on the trigger and my thumb on the hammer. The wall was at my back, and I could cover them and see the door to the hall all at the same time.
"Freeze," I said. "Nobody move. "
On the screen, Olga had mounted the boy, impaling herself upon his penis. She rode him furiously in utter silence. I could see her performance out of the corner of my eye, but Bergen and Olga were no longer watching. They stood side by side and looked at me and the gun in my hand, and all three of us were as silent as the pair on the screen.
A single gunshot broke the silence. Then it returned, and then it was broken again by footsteps on the stairs.
THERE were more footsteps in the hall, and the sounds of doors being opened and closed. Stettner seemed about to say something. Then I heard Ballou call my name.
"In here," I shouted back. "End of the hall. "
He came flying into the room, the big automatic looking like a childs toy in his huge hand. He was wearing his fathers apron. His face was twisted with rage.
"Toms shot," he said.
"Bad?"
"Not so bad, but hes down. Twas a fucking trap, we came through the door and there was two of em in the shadows with guns in their hands. Good job they were bad shots, but Tom caught a bullet before I could take them down. " He was breathing heavily, taking in great gulps of air. "I shot one dead and put the other down with two shots in his gut. Just now I stuck the pistol in his mouth and blew the back of his fucking head off. Dirty bastard, shooting a man from ambush. "
Thats why Stettner had seemed to be performing when he opened the door for me. Hed had an audience after all, guards hidden in the shadows.
"Wheres the money, man? Lets get it and get Tom to a doctor. "
"Theres your money," Stettner said grimly. He pointed at the still-open attach? case. "All you had to do was take it and go. There was no need for any of this. "
"You had guards posted," I said.
"Purely as a precautionary measure, and it seems I was right to be cautious. Though it didnt do much good, did it?" He shrugged. "Theres your money," he said again. "Take it and get out of here. "
"Its fifty thousand," I told Ballou. "But theres more in the safe. "
He looked at the big Mosler, then at Stettner. "Open it," he said.
"Theres nothing in it. "
"Open the fucking safe!"
"Nothing but more tapes, though none as successful as the one playing now. Its interesting, dont you think?"
Ballou glanced at the television set, seeing it for the first time. He took a second or two to register the action unfolding in silence, then pointed the SIG Sauer and squeezed off a shot, his hand rock-solid against the guns considerable recoil. The sets picture tube exploded and the noise was immense.
"Open the safe," he said.
"I dont keep money here. I keep some in safe-deposit boxes and the rest in the safe at my office. "
"Open it or youre dead. "
"I dont think I can," Stettner said coolly. "I can never remember the combination. "
Ballou grabbed him by his shirtfront and threw him against the wall, backhanding him across the face. Stettner never lost his composure. A little blood trickled from one nostril, but if he was aware of it he gave no sign.
"This is silly," he said. "Im not going to open the safe. If I open it were dead. "
"Youre dead if you dont," Ballou said.
"Only if youre an idiot. If were alive we can get you more money. If were dead youll never get into that safe. "
"Were dead anyway," Olga said.
"I dont think so," Stettner told her. To Ballou he said, "You can beat us if you want. You have the gun, youre in charge. But dont you see its pointless? And meanwhile your man Tom lies bleeding upstairs. Hell die while you waste your time trying to persuade me to open an empty safe. Why not save time and take your fifty thousand and get your man the medical attention he requires?"
Mick looked at me. He asked me what I figured was in the safe. "Something good," I said, "or he would have opened it by now. "
He nodded slowly, then turned and set down the SIG Sauer next to the attach? case. I was still covering the two of them with the. 38 Smith. From a pocket in the butchers apron he produced a cleaver, its blade snug in a leather sheath. He drew it from the sheath. The blade was carbon steel, discolored through years of use. It looked intimidating enough to me, but Stettner eyed it with apparent contempt.
"Open the safe," Ballou told him.
"I dont think so. "
"Ill hack her fine tits off," he said. "Ill chop her into cat meat. "
"That wont put money in your pocket, will it?"
I thought of the drug dealer in Jamaica Estates, and the bluff hed felt safe enough to call. I didnt know if Mick was bluffing and I wasnt eager to find out.
He grabbed her by the forearm, yanked her toward him.
"Wait," I said.
He looked at me, fury glinting in his eyes.
"The pictures," I said.
"What are you talking about, man?"
I pointed at the little Corot. "Thats worth more than hes got in the safe," I said.
"I dont want to try to sell a fucking painting. "
"Neither do I," I said, and I swung the gun around and snapped off a shot that caromed off the wall just inches to the side of the painting. It chipped the concrete, and it put a dent in Stettners sangfroid. "Ill shoot the shit out of it," I told him. "And the others. " I swung th
e gun toward the pair of portraits and squeezed the trigger without actually aiming. The bullet went through the portrait of the woman, making a small round hole just inches from her forehead.
"My God," Stettner said. "You are vandals. "
"Its just paint and canvas," I said.
"My God. Ill open the safe. "
He worked the combination swiftly and surely. The turning of the dial was the only sound you could hear. I was holding on to the Smith and breathing in the smell of cordite. The gun was heavy and my hand ached slightly from the guns recoil. I longed to put it down. There was no reason to point it at anyone. Stettner was busy with the safe, Olga frozen with dread and incapable of movement.
Stettner hit the last number, turned the handle, drew open the twin doors. We all looked within at the stacks of bills. I was to the side, my view partly screened by the other two men. I saw Stettners hand dart into the open safe and I cried out, "Mick, hes got a gun!"
In a film they would show the scene in slow motion, and whats curious is thats the way I remember it. Stettners hand reaching in, fastening on a little blued-steel automatic pistol. Micks hand, gripping the huge cleaver, poised high overhead, then flashing down in a deadly arc. The blade biting cleanly, surgically, through the wrist. The hand appearing to leap forward, away from the blade, as if liberated from its arm.
Stettner spun around, away from the open safe, facing toward us. His face was white, his mouth wide with horror. He held his arm in front of him like a shield. Arterial blood, bright as sunrise, spurted wildly from his mutilated arm. He lurched forward, his mouth working soundlessly, his arm spraying blood at us, until Ballou let out an awful sound from deep in his throat and swung the cleaver a second time, burying it in the juncture of Stettners neck and shoulder. The blow drove the man to his knees and we stepped back out of the way. He sprawled forward and lay still, pouring out blood onto the gray broadloom.
Olga was standing still. I dont think she had moved at all. Her mouth was slack and she had her hands poised at the sides of her breasts, her nail polish a perfect match for the color on her nipples.
I looked from her to Ballou. He was turning toward her now, his apron crimson with fresh blood, his hand locked on the handle of the cleaver.
I swung the Smith around. I didnt hesitate. I squeezed the trigger, and the gun bucked in my hand.
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The first shot was rushed, and wide of the mark. It took her in the right shoulder, I tucked my elbow in against my ribs and fired a second shot, and a third. Both entered the center of her chest, between the rouged breasts. The light was gone from her eyes before she hit the floor.
"MATT. "
I was standing there, looking down at her, and Mick was saying my name. I felt his hand on my shoulder. The room reeked of death, the smells of gunfire and blood and body wastes merging to foul the air. I felt an awful weariness, and there was a dull cramp at the back of my throat, as if something was trapped there and wanted to get out.
"Come on, man. Weve got to get out of here. "
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