Massah Hall always have you play the homeless nigger?”
Ray’s arm came up and across as if he was stepping into a perfect backhand. His forearm met Harry’s skull at ear level, and the blow sent him flying.
Harry hit the floor short of where he’d hoped to, but then went into a clumsy rollover, praying it looked realistic. He came to a stop lying faceup against one of the desk’s legs. He had a loud screech in his head, tears in his eyes, and a blurry but unobstructed view of the Beretta in its holster.
Hall was up on his feet.
“Jesus, Ray! What’re you-a goddamn plebe? Huh?”
“Sorry,” Ray muttered.
Harry closed his eyes. His left kneecap had taken the full measure of his weight and had a ballooning throb in it now. Clusters of stars skittered across the undersides of his lids. He thought he might pass out from the pain and cursed himself for not considering that possibility beforehand. And now that the gun was in reach, he felt tiny spiders of panic crawling up and down his spine. He had no plan for how to proceed beyond this point.
Harry heard Lily whimper again and felt tears bulge beneath his eyelids. The fireworks display in his head was abruptly interrupted by a bleached-out, undulating vision. He was in their bathroom on Ninety-fourth Street, soaking in the tub and reading about the latest exploits of his beloved Green Lantern. The door opened and Lily came in-she couldn’t have been more than seven. She lifted up the toilet seat and then her pleated tartan skirt, before plopping down and starting to pee. She turned to him and gave him a magnificent grin.
“Hear it?” she said. “That’s why they call it tinkle, ’cuz that’s how it sounds. Can I come in with you?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because.”
“I used to.”
“I said no, didn’t I? You deaf?”
“How could I be deaf if I’m answering you, stupid?” She leaned toward him and rapped her knuckles on the top of his head three times. “Anybody home?”
Now, lying under the desk, the saddest, angriest part of him wanted to rip the Beretta from its holster and fill the room with bullets until the clip was empty and no heart among them could ever beat again.
“Harry?” It was Hall’s tired voice. “Harry, get up.”
Harry didn’t move. He heard a long sigh sift through Hall’s nostrils. He knew Hall wasn’t interested in any of this extracurricular activity. He was all about information, precision, clean angles. He was chafing at the waste of time.
“I swear to God, Ray,” Hall said. “If he’s out cold…”
“I hear you,” Harry said.
“Then get up and go sit in the chair. Ray, put Lily on the couch so Harry has a good view of her.”
Harry opened his eyes. Once Ray picked up Lily he was going to pass right by him. Harry rolled over and got up onto his hands and knees, sucking oxygen to counteract his dizziness.
Harry watched Ray lean down to Lily, take hold of the back of her blouse, and start dragging her across the floor toward the sofa. She could have been a mannequin en route to a window display.
“Rise and shine, Harry,” Ray said.
Harry’s right hand rose and grabbed the edge of the desk for support. The action gave him a second’s peripheral glimpse of Hall’s whereabouts-he was still standing at the sofa. Harry slid his left hand under the desk and closed it around the Beretta’s dimpled, hard-rubber grip just as Ray came abreast of him.
Ray paused and gave him a brittle smile. “Show’s about to start, pal.”
Harry pulled the gun free and stuck it into Ray’s wide, smooth forehead. “Move one inch and I swear to God that will be the last incredibly stupid thing you ever say.”
Harry liked the sound of that-he liked the delivery, too. He watched the lids of Ray’s eyes pull back to their limits, revealing angry mahogany irises.
“Jesus Christ,” Hall said. “I don’t fucking believe this.”
Harry pushed the gun’s muzzle deeper into the thin flesh. “Hands up.”
The joints of Ray’s jaw tensed and he scowled as if he’d bitten down on something very bitter. Then he let go of Lily and raised his hands above his head.
“Turn ninety degrees with me,” Harry said, “so I have Mr. Hall in my line of sight behind you. Baby steps-and slow. ” The two men turned on their shared axis. Now Harry could look at Ray and also have a head-on view of Hall standing ten feet away. “Mr. Hall,” he said, “take your gun out and toss it in the direction of the bathroom door.”
“Calm down, Harry,” said Hall. “You sound pretty antsy.”
“I am antsy. Very.”
“Let’s don’t kill anyone, okay?”
“You said you were going to kill me. ”
“Things happen, Harry, and things change. You make a plan, then reconfigure. So relax. You’re the one with the gun in your hand.”
“Now toss yours, like I told you.”
“Harry-”
“ Do it — before I work up enough nerve to shoot somebody!”
Hall cocked his head and smiled. “Harry, you have a genuinely unique way of putting things sometimes.”
Hall’s right hand moved to his belt holster. He gripped the gun with his pointing finger and thumb, slowly lifted it out, and tossed it through the bathroom door. It hit the tile with a sharp clatter and skidded across the floor.
“Now sit down on the couch,” Harry told him.
Hall did so, the smile still playing at the corners of his mouth.
Harry took a step back from Ray, keeping the gun aimed at the shallow gully between the man’s eyebrows. They both noticed that Harry’s hand was shaking.
“Scared, asshole?” said Ray.
“Parkinson’s. Forgot to take my meds.” He switched to a two-handed grip on the gun, which helped reduce the trembling. “Now get on your knees, Ray.”
Ray shook his head. “Not happening, man. You’re not gonna shoot me, and I’m not getting on my knees.”
Harry saw Hall’s chin dip wearily toward his chest. “Ray, we don’t have time for this. Do what he says.”
“Not part of my job description.”
“Ray,” said Hall, “get on your fucking knees!”
As Ray knelt down, Harry was almost certain he saw sparks of rage leaping about in his eyes.
“Let’s have your gun, Ray. Same way.”
“Motherfucking…” Ray said, the rest of his thought fizzling out into a mutter as he took out a shiny snub- nosed revolver and tossed it behind Harry.
Harry couldn’t keep his eyes on both Hall and Ray and see Lily, but he wasn’t confident enough to take a quick glance her way.
“Lily,” he said. “Can you stand up, Lily?”
“Sure she can,” Ray said. “Then she’ll recite the Pledge of fucking Allegiance.”
Harry’s head felt lopsided and his knee was squishy and hot. For a moment he forgot that he was holding the gun.
“Know what, Ray?” he said.
“What?”
Harry stared down at him, his mind suddenly blank. He’d meant to deliver a clever rejoinder, but when nothing came he swung his arms around as hard and fast as he could. The Beretta met Ray’s sneer with such force that he arched backward and landed flat on his back while his spouting blood was still suspended in the air. A wave of drops floated and then fell, dappling his pants and sweatshirt with scarlet.
Hall sprang up from the couch as the room filled with the reflexive, slurping sound of Ray trying to breathe.
