closed, it was impossible to tell what was inside. He looked at himself in the mirror just to make sure. He worried he might need extra rounds, and so he opened the drawer and pulled out two more magazines and slipped those into his other pocket. He carried the second gun into the kitchen and laid it in the center of the table.
He was ready now, but ready for what?
The familiar and terrifying anxiety was building inside him. His hands became stiff and icy cold, and he had trouble drawing a deep breath. He knew what was happening. The demon was taking control.
He tried to stop it. He sat down at the kitchen table and began to rock back and forth, back and forth, but he couldn’t sit long. He jumped up. Maybe it wasn’t too late to change the future… maybe, he thought, there could be a new beginning. The burst of optimism was gone in an instant. He was walking toward the back hall when he heard it again. The whisper was right behind him. He couldn’t escape. He knew that now.
“It’s time.”
“No,” he cried out.
“You know what you must do.”
He bowed his head and began to weep. “No, no, I can’t…”
The whisper turned into a scream. “You will do this.”
He stubbornly clung to the last threads of sanity. He squeezed his eyes shut and covered his ears in a weak attempt to block the terror from consuming him. “No, please, no, no,” he sobbed.
The rebellion was short-lived, and the demon won.
“Turn around and look at me. Open your eyes and look.”
He did as he was told, his movements wooden now. His acquiescence complete.
He stood there rigid as he waited for the demon’s next command. It wasn’t long in coming.
Nina’s eyes bored into his. “Kill her for me.”
Chapter Forty-three
Alec was trying to squeeze another suitcase into the trunk of his car when a bright red 1968 Mustang convertible in mint condition came roaring around the corner. Gil was behind the wheel. The top was down; the radio was blaring, and the five or six thin strands of hair on his head were blowing in the breeze.
He pulled up alongside Alec’s car, double-parked, and turned the radio and the motor off.
“Have you handed in your badge yet?” he shouted as he smoothed his hair down with the palm of his hand.
“Not yet,” Alec called back. He shut the trunk and walked around to the passenger side of Gil’s car. “I’m surprised you didn’t know that.”
“I did know that,” he said. “But things have a way of changing, and I was hoping you might change your mind.”
“It’s the FBI, Gil.”
“You gave your word, huh?”
Alec shrugged. “Something like that.”
“You’re putting suitcases in your car. You’ve got to be leaving soon.”
Alec had the day off and was trying to cram as many things as he could into it so he wouldn’t have time to think about Regan. He wasn’t going to admit that to Gil, though. It would be all over Chicago by noon if he did, and so he said, “I’m just getting a head start.”
“What about your furniture and the other stuff in your apartment?”
“I’m taking my clothes and a couple of other things I want to keep, but the rest of the stuff is going to a friend.”
“What friend?”
Gil was as intrusive as ever, but Alec didn’t mind as long as the questions didn’t become too personal. “His name’s Henry. He’s moving into my apartment next week. You don’t know him.”
“He works for Regan Madison, right?”
Alec laughed. “Is there anything you don’t know?”
“Yeah. Next week’s lottery numbers.” He looked up at the sky as he added, “And I don’t know if I’m going to make it home before the rain starts up again.”
“Was there a particular reason you stopped by?”
“I don’t have a cell phone.”
Alec nodded. “I know.”
“I don’t like them,” he said. “Needless expense now that I’m retired. If I did a lot of traveling, then it would make sense, but these days I rarely leave the neighborhood. I can walk to my favorite bars and restaurants. Finnegan’s is just a block away from my house.”
“I’m not going to argue with you. If you don’t want to carry a cell phone, then don’t.”
“I tried calling your apartment, but you didn’t answer. Guess you were out here.”
“Guess I was.”
“I could have called your cell phone, but the rain had stopped, and so I decided to drive over to say hello. I heard Wincott and Bradshaw arrested Sweeney’s murderer.”
“That’s right.”
“I also heard you were giving them trouble. You thought maybe they had the wrong man. Is that true?”
“Yes, I did give them some trouble, but it didn’t make any difference. They’re convinced Morris is their man.”
“The evidence backs them up.”
Alec nodded. Then Gil said, “I heard Wincott thought you were too close to it, if you know what I mean.”
“No, Gil. Explain it.” Now he was getting irritated.
Gil didn’t seem to notice. “You know, personally involved. So, were you?”
Alec didn’t answer. “Why all the questions?”
“I’m getting to it,” he said. “When I heard about the arrest and all the evidence they had, I thought that maybe you didn’t want me to keep looking into the Madisons’ backgrounds, but then I thought, if Alec wanted me to stop looking, he would have called and told me so. You didn’t forget, did you?”
“No, I didn’t forget.”
“There’s nothing in her background to raise a flag, but I figured you already knew that.”
Alec nodded. “Yes, I did. What about the brothers?”
“None of them have a criminal record, and none of them have ever been arrested.”
“I already know that, Gil.”
“Walker’s had some trouble. He’s the most well-known in the family because he’s a big-time race car driver. I hear he’s good too. Anyway, people know he’s got money. He doesn’t keep a low profile like the others, and you know how some people are. They see it; they want it. The money, I mean.”
“You said he had some trouble?”
“He’s had his share of fender benders, but there were only two bad accidents, one with fatalities. Walker wasn’t responsible for either one, though. He was luckier than some of the others because he walked away from both without a scratch. Now, the first accident happened up in Wisconsin. I couldn’t find anything there.”
“What about the other one?”
“That was the real bad one. It happened down in Florida, but the man who the witnesses say caused the accident died at the scene. His insurance company settled with the families. Like the accident in Wisconsin, lots of people with injuries, some real, some bogus.”
“But Walker wasn’t responsible for that one either?”
“No,” Gil said. “I’m waiting to hear back from the officer who was first on the scene. Maybe he can tell me something I don’t already know. After I talk to him, I’ll hunt you down… unless you want me to stop now. Do you?”
Alec’s answer was immediate. “No, don’t stop. Keep looking.” Gil took off a minute later, and Alec went back
