Down Here

special rules for them. Remember when Bush made that whole speech about ‘corporate ethics’ last year? What a fraud. You think stuff like Enron or WorldCom is an aberration? It’s only the tip. Business is a religion. Probably the only one practiced all over the world.”

“What does that have to do with—?”

“If you want to succeed, you have to plan very long-term,” she went on, talking over me. “Tools and research. Research and tools,” she said softly, stroking the rock of her faith for comfort. “You have to be very patient. There’s no forgiveness in my world. You only get one chance.”

“Laura . . .”

“You and I met because you wanted something. That part is real, I know. What happened, with us, I mean, I don’t know how real that is. And now that you’re not going to get to meet my—”

“I’m still here,” I said.

“Yes.”

“There’s never any more than that.”

“Yes there is,” she said, fiercely. “There’s . . . promises.”

“I never made any—”

“That’s exactly it,” she said, taking the handcuffs out from under her pillow.

^“Oh no,” she said softly, as she climaxed. “Oh no. Oh no. Oh no!”

In the silence after she let go, I thought I heard the bottle tree whisper. But I couldn’t be sure.

^“Sorry, chief. She doesn’t want you.” Pepper caught herself, quickly added, “Working the case, I mean. There is no case, far as we’re concerned. You understand, right?”

“Sure, but—”

“It’s done,” she said, gently. “Let it go.”

^“I don’t know who the hell you are, or what you’re talking about, pal. But I can tell you this: don’t ever fucking call me again. Understand?”

Molly, at the other end of a phone call. The dead end.

^“Well, sure, it’s still theoretically open,” Davidson said. “But I’ve got my deal in place with Toby, and my client and I are both certain the result will be as agreed.”

“What about the other rapes he did?”

“You know the statute of limitations on a felony as well as I do,” he said. “Better, I’m sure, given your . . . profession. He could call a press conference, confess to everything, and walk away giggling.”

“He’s already done that,” I said.

“What do you want from me, Burke? Some bullshit about bad karma? We both know how it is. Real life isn’t on Oprah. What goes around sometimes doesn’t come around. Chalk it up.”

^“We already had this conversation.”

“I found some new—”

“No,” Wolfe said, drawing the line all the way down to the exit wound. “You found something new that proves what we already know, so what? We already know Wychek did those rapes. We already know I didn’t shoot him. With what Toby Ringer told Davidson—and I trust him, even if you don’t—we’re never going to have to prove either one.”

She tapped a cigarette out of her pack. Didn’t offer me one. Snapped her lighter into life before I could move.

“And if Toby’s gone in the tank, double so what?” she said, not looking at me. “If they force us anywhere near a trial, we’ll prove both. Steamroll those punks in the DA’s Office like fresh asphalt in August.”

I just sat there, silent.

“I’m not going to prison, Burke. It’s over. Everything’s over.”

She blew a harsh jet of smoke into the night air. “I appreciate all you did,” she said, looking away. “But there’s no more for you now.”

^“Didn’t that prove anything to you?” Laura said. She was lying on her stomach, both hands around the big tube of KY she had taken from under the pillow. Before the handcuffs.

“Is that why you did it?”

“Maybe.”

“To prove what, exactly?”

“That I would do things for you. Things I wouldn’t do for anyone else.”

“I think you know,” I said.

“Know what?”

“You know I’d never hurt you. What you said, a while ago, about trust? If you didn’t trust me, you wouldn’t use those—”

“I trust you now,” she said, softly. “That first time, I couldn’t know. Not for sure. It was a risk. A chance. I was frightened. But it was time, and I knew it.”

“Time?”

“I always know when it’s time to do something, to make the move,” she said. “That’s my gift. That’s what I do. So that’s me.”

^“I’m going to be gone for a couple of weeks or so,” I said, much later that night. Setting the stage for my fadeout.

“Really? To where?”

“Out to the coast. There’s a couple of interviews I need to do for the book. And my so-called agent claims he’s got a couple of meetings set up, with a production company that specializes in TV pilots.”

“You don’t sound very excited about it.”

“I’m not. I’ve had those kind of meetings before. But since I have to be out there anyway . . .”

“You’re here now,” she said, tongue flicking against my chest.

^“When are you leaving, exactly?” she asked, looking up from a bowl of grains and nuts she was breakfasting on. The sun slanted against the far wall of the kitchen, but it didn’t reach where we were sitting.

“I don’t have a flight yet. Next couple of days or so. I have to pack, make arrangements for coverage at the paper. . . . A trip like this, you never know how it’s going to play out. If I come up with something dynamite, I may just—”

“Did you ever hear of StandaBlok Machine Tools?” she said, stopping me in mid-sentence.

“No. Is it one of your—”

“It was a small operation, not so very far from here. You know the area around Liberty Avenue? Anyway, it’s out of business now. The building they used would be just perfect for a conversion like this one. The only thing is the neighborhood.”

“Sooner or later, there’s no neighborhood in New York that won’t be worth money,” I said, reciting the conventional wisdom.

“That’s what I think, too. But for now it’s just an abandoned building. After vandals broke all the windows, it got boarded up and padlocked. Tight. Nobody goes there now.”

“All right,” I said, just to fill the empty space between us.

“The day after tomorrow, I have to go there. Alone. At midnight.”

“What for?”

“To meet my brother,” she said. “Do you want to come?”

What she told me was, Wychek called her at work Monday afternoon. He asked her for a safe place where they could meet. Said he wanted her to choose it, after what happened last time.

“That building she told me about? She’s got the key. The way she was talking, I figure she already owns it.