Comeback

Parker rose, silent, as he heard Quindero thump down the next flight of stairs. He eased downward, step by step, until he could see into the room, bluish gray in the moonlight, the boxes and trash throwing long black shadows across the gray floor. He looked left and right, and at first he didn't see Liss at all. Where was he?

Oh. Smart. Liss was seated on the floor directly under the windows, in the middle of that long wall. It was the one place in the room where he'd be hard to see, and he'd stay there until he was sure things were going right with Quindero.

But things wouldn't go right with Quindero. And where Liss had placed himself, Parker couldn't get at him. He'd never get across that large room without being seen, and shot.

'Hey! Mr. Parker! Come on out!'

Parker eased back up the stairs. He'd have to come at them in some other way.

It was too late now to get away from here. If he took the car, he wouldn't be able to drive it at better than a walking pace between here and the main road. Liss would have no trouble catching up. If he went on foot, Liss could get close enough to him with the car's headlights to bring him down.

He had to stay here, and finish it.

11

When the house had been divided into two, the main staircase had been segregated from the top floor area by a new wall, but when the failed attempt had been made to restore the place to its original condition that extra wall had been removed, which meant Parker could now come up to the top floor, go to his left, and in the far corner find the additional set of stairs that had been added to give access to what had originally been the maid's quarters.

As he moved, he could hear them shouting back and forth:

'He's not coming out! He isn't coming out!' 'Ralph! Go over and open the door!' 'I don't want to!'

'Shit. Parker! Ralph doesn't have the gun, I do! Come on out of there!'

Construction materials were still scattered around, particularly up here where the duplex had been made and then unmade. Parker had earlier noticed a few scraps of plywood and other junk along the partition where the second staircase had been cut in, and now, while Liss and Quindero went on shouting at one another, he felt around in that rubbish, and came up with a stub of two-by-four about two feet long. He hefted it, and it wasn't very heavy, but it was the best he could find.

Carrying the two-by-four in his right hand and the L bracket in his left, he went quietly down the new stairs into the maid's quarters, and from there into the original kitchen. He was now one room away from Liss, who was yelling, 'Ralph! Dammit, open the door!'

Silence. Parker edged around the doorway between kitchen and dining room, and Liss hadn't moved, except to go up on one knee. But he was still in the same place, against the windows, unreachable.

'He isn't here! Jesus, I almost fell! There's a hole in the floor!'

'Parker!' Liss shouted, looking from doorway to doorway. 'Parker, dammit!'

'He's gone!'

'Ralph! Come up out of there!'

But still Liss wouldn't move away from that safe position against the outer wall. Parker could see his head framed against the window, now that he was up on one knee. He was turning left and right, watching everything. He was going to be hard to get at.

Watching him, Parker considered. What if he were to come out now, show himself to Liss, go back to the idea that they were all traveling together?

No. Not any more. Liss was too spooked by now. He would put a bullet into Parker, just to slow him down.

Quindero came clattering up the stairs. When he appeared, Liss at last got to his feet, still wary. Quindero hurried across to him, crying, 'He got away! He's gone!'

Quietly, Liss said, 'He's here.'

Quindero, bewildered, looked around at the moonlit room. 'What? But he escaped.'

'He's in the house,' Liss said, 'waiting his shot at us.'

'What are we going to do?'

'Pull those rags and shit into the middle of the room,' Liss told him. 'What we need is more light.'

'You mean a fire?'

'Then we go upstairs and wait. When he gets hot enough, he'll come up and visit.'

Parker watched them shift the trash to a low mound in the middle of the room. Liss used Quindero's newspaper to start the fire, then stood over it until a few rags and some scraps of wood also caught. Then, looking around, he called, 'Parker! Whatever you got in mind, it isn't gonna work. Come on out.'

Voice hushed, Quindero said, 'He must have heard us before, what we were talking. What we were gonna do.'

'Shut up, Ralph,' Liss said, almost absent-mindedly. 'We didn't say anything he didn't already know.' He now had his own pistol in his right hand, Thorsen's automatic in his left. 'Okay, it's burning,' he said. 'Time to go upstairs. You watch for him, in case he comes up over there. Let me get about halfway, and then follow me.'

'All right.'