We circled the cemetery in silence. There was no traffic to speak of, and there was a stillness to the night, as if the deep silence within the cemetery fence could reach out and suppress all sound in the vicinity.
When we were just about back where we'd started TJ said, 'We goin' in a cemetery?'
Kenan turned aside to hide a grin. I said, 'You can stay in the car if you'd rather.'
'What for?'
'If you'd be more comfortable.'
'Man,' he said, 'I ain't scared of no dead people. That what you think? That I scared?'
'My mistake.'
'Your mistake is right, Dwight. Dead folks don't bother me.'
DEAD people didn't bother me much, either. It was some of the live ones that worried me.
We met at the Thirty-fifth Street gate and slipped inside right away, not wanting to draw attention on the street. For now, Yuri and Pavel were carrying the money. We had two flashlights among the seven of us.
Kenan took one of them. I had the other, and I led the way.
I didn't use the light much, just flicked it quickly on and off when I needed to see where I was going.
This wasn't necessary most of the time. There was a waxing moon overhead, and a certain amount of light from the streetlamps on the avenue. The tombstones were mostly of white marble and they showed up well once your eyes were accustomed to the dimness. I threaded my way among them and wondered whose bones I was walking over. One of the papers had run a story within the past year or so on where the bodies were buried, an inventory of gravesites of the rich and famous throughout the five boroughs. I hadn't paid too much attention to it, but I seemed to recall that a fair number of prominent New Yorkers were interred at Green-Wood.
Some enthusiasts, I'd read, make a hobby of visiting graves. Some take photographs, others make rubbings of tombstone inscriptions. I couldn't imagine what they got out of it, but it doesn't sound that much nuttier than some of the things I do. Their pursuit only brought them out in the daytime. They weren't stumbling around in the dark, trying to keep from tripping over a chunk of granite.
I soldiered on. I stayed close enough to the fence to see the street signs, and I slowed down when I got to Twenty-seventh Street. The others drew closer, and I gestured for them to fan out a ways without advancing any farther north. Then I turned toward where Raymond Callander was supposed to be and pointed my flashlight out in front of me, triggering the trio of flashes we'd agreed on.
For a long moment the only answer was darkness and silence.
Then three flashes of light blinked back at me, coming from a little right of dead ahead. They were, I calculated, something like a hundred yards from us, maybe more. It didn't seem that far when someone was running with a football under his arm.
Now, though, it looked much too distant.
'Stay where you are,' I called out. 'We're going to approach a little closer.'
'Not too close!'
'About fifty yards,' I said. 'The way we arranged.'
Flanked by Kenan and one of Yuri's men, with the rest of our party not far behind, I covered about half the distance separating us. 'That's far enough,' Callander called out at one point, but it wasn't far enough and I ignored him and kept on walking. We had to be close enough so that someone could cover the transfer. We had one rifle, and Peter had been entrusted with it, having proved a good marksman during a six-month hitch a while back in the National Guard. Of course that was before a lengthy apprenticeship as a drunk and a dope addict, but he still figured to be the best shot in the group. He had a decent rifle with a scope sight, but the scope wasn't infrared so he'd be aiming by moonlight. I wanted to keep the distance down so that he could make his shots count if he had to.
Although I wondered what difference it made to me. The only reason he'd start shooting would be if the players on the other side tried a cross, and if they did they'd take me out in the first minute of the opening round. If Peter started firing back at them, I wouldn't be around to know where the bullets went.
Cheering thoughts.
When we'd cut the distance in half I signaled to Peter, and he moved off to the side and selected a shooting stand for himself, propping the rifle barrel on a low marble grave marker. I looked for Ray and his partner and could only see shapes. They had drawn back into the darkness.
I said, 'Come out where we can see you. And show the girl.'
They moved into view. Two forms, and then as the light got better you could see that one form was made up of two persons, that one of the men had the girl in front of him. I heard Yuri's intake of breath and just hoped he'd keep his cool.
'I've got a knife to her throat,' Callander called. 'If my hand slips—'
'It better not.'
'Then you'd better bring the money. And not try anything cute.'
I turned, hefted the suitcases, checked our troops. I didn't see TJ
and asked Kenan what had happened to him. He said he thought he might have gone back to the car. ' 'Feet, do yo' stuff,' ' he said. 'I don't think he's crazy about graveyards at night.'
'Neither am I.'
'Listen,' he said, 'whyntcha tell them we're changing the rules, the money's too heavy for one person to carry, and I'll walk up there with you.'
'No.'
