of the room. Whirling around in a circle, she asked, 'Do I look ready for church?'
Her face flushed with excitement. 'You look beautiful,' he whispered. 'You always look beautiful.'
She went to him, adjusted the knot in his tie just like an adoring wife would, and said, 'You look wonderful in a suit. You should wear them more often.'
'If it pleases you, I will.'
She took hold of his hand and walked by his side to the car. He liked little things like that, he thought. Taking his hand. It was a sign of trust, wasn't it? The way she looked up at him with such admiration. He liked that too.
'I've already parked the other car down the street from the church,' he said. 'Just as a precaution. The key's behind the visor.'
'We won't need to use it,' she said. 'You've covered every possibility.'
He was certain that he had, and so he agreed, yet there was still that nagging little worry about the wires. He'd been so tired, he hadn't done more than one test, but that was enough.
The wind had picked up as they drove. Monk glanced up at the tower above the theater as he turned the corner. He pulled into
the lot, parked on the end in front so Jilly could see everything. No one could block the front of his car, and if he had to drive
over the curb to get to the street, he could do so without getting trapped.
He turned the motor off. 'Are you ready?'
'Oh, yes.'
'The remote's in the glove compartment.'
She carefully lifted it out. 'It looks like a garage door opener.'
'That's what it is,' he said. 'Modified, of course.'
'When do I push the button?'
'I thought it would be nice to wait until the church bells start.'
Jilly turned in her seat to watch the men and women and children hurry toward the church. They didn't want to be late, she thought.
The show's outside. Too bad they wouldn't see it. 'What time is it now?'
'Five more minutes.'
'I don't want to wait. I want to do it now.'
Monk reached under the seat and handed her the binoculars. 'Whenever you're ready.'
Jilly wet her lips as she lifted the binoculars. She adjusted the lens until she was looking at the room that had had the light on the night before.
'I'm taking my dream back,' she whispered.
She pushed the button. Nothing happened, and so she pushed it again. Then again, harder, holding it down.
'Damn,' Monk muttered. 'The wind must have knocked loose one of the wires. Stop pushing that button, darling. I'll have to
go up there and fix it. You sit tight. All right?'
He gently removed the remote from her hand. 'If anything goes wrong…'
'You worry too much. Fix the wire,' she said, a bit more sharply than she'd intended. 'I'm sorry. I shouldn't be so anxious.
I can wait another few minutes.'
'That's my girl,' he said. 'Just in case, you remember what to do?'
'I go into the church, then out the side door, and get in the other car.'
'And drive away on the side street I showed you. Don't drive in front of the motel.'
'I won't leave without you.'
Her loyalty was heartwarming. He patted her hand, put the remote on the floor by his seat, and then got out of the car. Slipping one hand into his pocket, he casually strolled across the parking lot and up the stairs to the church.
The bells rang as he walked inside. Thirty seconds later, he came out the side door, crossed the street, and walked three blocks
to the north before he was convinced he wasn't being followed. He crossed the street and headed toward the movie theater.
The back door was locked, of course. He used his tools to undo the dead bolt, went inside, and quickly locked the door behind him.
He was in the back hallway. The door leading upstairs to the tower and the marquee was across the lobby. He stayed low and quiet.
He stood in the shadow behind the snack bar for several minutes, listening for any sounds, and when he was convinced he was
all alone, he crept to the door. That, too, was locked, just as he had left it. He quickly unlocked it, opened the door, and looked up. The brown string he'd left on the third step hadn't been disturbed. No one had found his little hiding place. He stepped over the string and slowly, cautiously went up, aware that there was a squeak on the fifth step. He knew he was alone-the theater wouldn't open until the matinee at two-but he still avoided the step.
There was a trip wire at the top, much thinner than dental floss and all but invisible to the naked eye. Monk released the lever
so that when he opened the door, he wouldn't be blown to kingdom come.
Good thing the owner didn't want to change the marquee today, he thought with a smile. He only changed the movies on Wednesdays, but Monk had set a trap anyway. Can't be too cautious, no matter what his darling Jilly believed.
He opened the door a crack and looked in. The rifle with the scope attached was still there in the corner, propped against the pillar.
His gaze went to the trigger mechanism below his homemade missile. Just as he had suspected, one of the wires had slipped down. It wasn't dangling free. The wind had loosened it just enough to break the connection.
He'd have it fixed in two seconds. He pushed the door open, stepped forward, and bent down on one knee. Then he froze. The voice came from his left on the other side of the bell. 'Nice Roman candle you've got there.'
Monk was too stunned to move. His mind was screaming, No, no, no. The wire… the string… nothing had been
disturbed. How did…
Another voice came from his right. 'I think he's having trouble getting it to work.'
Monk lunged for his rifle. Neither man tried to stop him. He rolled, firing as he moved.
Nothing happened. The rifle was empty. Noah stepped into the sunlight. Monk saw him and coiled back.
'You,' he whispered. 'I know you.'
John Paul moved forward from the shadows.
'How did you know?' Monk's face twisted with fury, and his voice shook.
'Easy. I'm smarter than you.'
Noah's gun was pointed at Monk's forehead. John Paul saw the look in Noah's eyes and knew exactly what he was thinking.
'Cuff him,' he said. 'Then read him his rights.'
Noah shook his head. 'I'm gonna kill him first. Then I'll cuff him and read him his rights.'
'Yeah, well, you can't.'
'Son of a bitch.' Noah released the trigger and put the gun back into his holster. He had the cuffs out and was moving
toward Monk when they heard an agent shouting.
Monk lashed out with his foot, knocking Noah off balance. He stumbled in front of the killer, making it impossible for John Paul
to get a clear shot.
