Butcher's Moon

lawn.

Just as Handy popped the safe, Devers walked in, preceded by his own flashlight. “The ambulance just pulled in,” he said.

“Good.”

Handy was pulling wads of cash out of the safe. “Looks good,” he said.

“Here.” Parker gave him the flashlight. “I’ll be right back.”

Parker and Devers walked to the front of the house and outside. The cars were still on the lawn but their headlights had been switched off, so the only light out here now came from the ambulance. It had just come to a stop in front of the door. Frank Elkins got out, grinning, and said, “Looks like you handled things without me.”

Devers said, “We went through like a cold wind.”

Elkins had left the engine running and the lights on. Coming around to the near side, he gestured at the ambulance and said, “Isn’t she pretty?”

”Fine,” Parker said. It was a Cadillac, a long low vehicle of the kind used by private ambulance services; he had told them specifically he didn’t want the big boxy kind used by official agencies. This one would look more natural on the highway. It was painted white, and the hospital’s name was on the doors in blue lettering. Parker said, “I’ll have to do something about that name.”

Elkins said, “How long to get him where he’s going?”

“Twelve, fourteen hours.”

“Shit, you can do that run. You’ll be out of this state by morning.”

Devers said, “Let me see if I can find some paint. They had lawn furniture here, they might have some of that white spray enamel.” He went back into the house.

Elkins said, “It was interesting, Parker. Ralph’s waiting for me. See you around.”

“Right.”

Elkins walked out the driveway to where Wiss was waiting in their car. Parker opened the rear door of the ambulance, saw that it was heavily equipped inside, and looked up as Ed Mackey and Dan Wycza came out, carrying Grofield between them. They had taken a mattress from a single bed, strapped two long boards underneath it and Grofield on top of it, and carried him down the stairs that way. Parker helped transfer Grofield to the bed inside the ambulance and strap him in, and while he was doing that Carlow and Webb came back with fresh cars. Mackey and Wycza got in with Carlow and drove away, and Webb said, “Anybody else gonna want a lift?”

“Devers and McKay.”

“They better hurry. I’m beginning to get nervous.”

Webb was right. Half an hour was long enough; law could come by here at any time. Parker turned toward the house, and Devers and Handy came out together. Devers was wearing some sort of white jacket, and had found a spray can of white paint. He went to work removing the hospital name from the near door while Handy gave Parker a small light blue suitcase. “I found this in a closet and put the money in it.”

“You count it?”

“Just over fifty-eight thousand.”

Parker looked around. Darkness everywhere except for the flashlights and headlights right here. “Not enough,” he said.

Handy said, “What did they owe you?”

“Seventy-three.” Parker looked at the house. The explosion in the living room had blown out the windows. He shrugged and said, “I’ll settle.”

Handy laughed. “You’ll settle? I think you can say you collected.”

Philly Webb said, “Listen, you want a ride? I’m anxious to get out of here.”

“Right,” Handy said. “I’m with you.”

Devers was coming around the back of the ambulance, meaning to remove the wording on the rear door. Webb said to him, “You coming?”

Devers looked at Parker. “Why don’t I ride with you?”

Parker didn’t see the point. “What for?”

“You like my white coat? If there’s any trouble, you’re the dumb driver and I’m the bright young intern.” Devers grinned. “I feel like going for a ride,” he said. “I never went anywhere in an ambulance.”

“Then come along,” Parker said.

Fifty-five

Vibration.

Grofield opened his eyes, and what he saw made no sense to him. A low curved ceiling, chrome bars. Vibration under his back. He tried to lift his head, but it was too heavy; every part of him was heavy, he could barely move at all. Slowly he turned his head to the left, and there was a window there, no more than four inches away. Daytime. Countryside rushing by. I’m in a train, he thought, and tried to remember where he was going. Then the vehicle he was in passed a slow-moving car, and he realized he was on a highway, in a camper or a trailer or some damn thing with a bed.

He let his head roll back the way it had been before. Low padded ceiling. Chrome bars. A faint recurrent clinking sound.