Quindero made a little startled sound, not quite a protest.
Parker said, 'Better have Ralph test that first. See how far he can carry me.'
Quindero stammered and said, 'I don't— I don't think I could do that.' He was a reedy weedy thing, a poor specimen.
Liss had to know it, but he also had to protect himself. 'Goddamit, Parker,' he said. 'I want you out of the way, locked up, where I don't have to worry about you all the time. Eleven-thirty, we'll let you out, we'll all get out of here. Meantime, Ralph and me, we'll go get a car.'
'George—'
'We do it my way!'
Parker was silent, thinking. A closet till eleven-thirty? Half an hour after Brenda and Mackey would drive by the motel, and they surely wouldn't wait. But could a closet hold him that long? Liss and Quindero had to go get a car. He said, 'Make it eleven. It could take a while to get there.'
'Eleven,' Liss agreed. 'But I can't have you out here, Parker, you understand that. I'll have to shoot you, either to kill or wound. I can't have you around.'
'I'll wait, George,' Parker said. 'Where is this closet of yours?'
'Downstairs. Next flight down. You lead the way.'
The light hung on the rim of the ravine. Parker shrugged and turned toward the stairs. Behind him, Liss said, 'Ralph, bring along that fucking gun.'
8
It was darker down here, with all these interior walls separating off bedrooms and bathrooms, but Liss and Quindero were behind him, keeping their distance, and there was no advantage to be made of the darkness. Parker went down the stairs, and at the bottom, from behind him, Liss said, 'Around to the right,' which was the hall through the middle of the building.
Parker saw that the closet Liss was talking about was the one that used to be the elevator shaft. The lock was a hasp, with a wooden dowel stuck in it. Liss, still keeping well back, said, 'Take the dowel out. Hand it back to Ralph.'
Parker did that, and opened the door, and only a faint odor of dry wood came out. It was black inside there, impossible to see a thing.
Liss, sounding more and more nervous, said, 'What's the problem? Get in there.'
It wouldn't do to have Liss lose control; he was the one with the guns. Parker said, 'Take it easy, George. It's dark in here, I gotta feel my way.'
He took a step forward, reaching his arms out, and at first encountered nothing. The elevator, when it had been in place, had been deeper than wide, comfortable for two people, possible for three if they knew one another. Now that the space was a closet, the front half was empty, but when Parker stepped in deeper, his hands met the round horizontal wooden pole toward the back for hanging clothes on, and the wooden shelf above it. Both were empty, and so was the floor.
The pole and shelf were at head height, but there was plenty of room in front of them. Parker turned around to look out at Liss and Quindero, in the hall with the staircase behind them. 'All right, George,' he said. 'Go get your car.'
Liss said to Quindero, 'Shut it. Put the dowel in. Make sure it's goddam tight.'
Quindero came forward. His eyes met Parker's just before he shut the door, and they were full of panic. But he'd go on obeying Liss, because there wasn't one solitary other thing he could think of to do.
The door closed. In absolute darkness, he heard the dowel scrape into place. Then it sounded as though Quindero was pounding the dowel in tighter, probably with the butt of Thorsen's gun. Shoot his own elbow off, if he wasn't careful.
Late for Ralph Quindero to be careful.
Parker went down on the floor, pressing his cheek to the plywood floor and his head against the base of the door, his ear next to the space under the door. He heard Quindero back away, heard him say, 'It's good and tight.'
'Good.'
'Do we go get the car now?'
'No. When it's dark. Come on upstairs.'
The steps went away. Two pairs, receding down the hall, then mounting the stairs.
Parker sat up, rested his back against the plywood wall, and crossed his forearms on his knees. His watch didn't glow in the dark, which was sometimes an advantage and sometimes not.
It didn't matter. He was better in here for now, not making Liss antsy. There was plenty of time to come out.
9
It was probably time. Parker had listened now and then at that space at the bottom of the door, but heard nothing, so Liss and Quindero weren't bothering to check on him in here. He'd seen the faint gray line of light under the door shadow and blur, until at last it disappeared into the general black. He'd gone on waiting, and now it was probably time to get out of here.
