'What do you fancy, a really dark brown?'
She shrugged.
I wanted to get it done before she understood too much of what was happening. The moment she'd finished her hot apple pie, I led her to the bathroom and got her to take off her shirt. I tested the shower temperature and leaned her over the sink, quickly wetting her hair, then toweled and brushed it. I got the trimmer going but I wasn't entirely sure what I was doing. I realized it was for beards, really, and by the time I'd got the hang of it her hair looked like shit. The more I tried to sort it, the shorter it was getting. Soon it was up around her collar.
As I studied the bottle of dye, trying to read the instructions, she said, 'Nick?'
I was still reading the bottle and hoping I wasn't about to turn her hair into a ginger fuzz ball
'What?'
'Do you know those guys who were chasing you?'
I was the one who should have been asking questions.
'No, I don't, Kelly, but I will find out.' I thought about it, put the hair dye down. I was standing behind her; both of us were looking at each other in the mirror. Her light blue eyes were now not so red around the edges. That only made my brown ones even more dark and tired-looking. I looked at her a while longer. Finally, I said, 'Kelly, why did you go to the hidey-hole?'
She said nothing. I could see in her eyes that she was starting to question my hairdressing skills.
'Did Daddy shout 'Disneyland'?'
'No.'
'Then why did you go?' Already this was getting too in tense for me. I needed to do something. I picked up the dye.
'Because of the noise.'
I started to comb the dye in.
'Oh, what noise was that?'
She looked at me in the mirror.
'I was in the kitchen but I heard a bad noise in the living room and I went and looked.'
'What did you see?'
'Daddy was shouting at the men and they were hitting him.'
'Did they see you?'
'I don't know, I didn't go in the room. I just wanted to shout to Mommy to come and help Daddy.'
'And what did you do?'
Her eyes went down.
'I couldn't help him.' When she looked up again, I saw her face was burning with shame. Her bottom lip started to wobble.
'I ran to the hidey-hole. I wanted to go to Mommy but she was upstairs with Aida, and Daddy was shouting at the men.'
'You ran to the hidey-hole?'
'Yes.'
'Did you stay there?'
'Yeah.'
'Did Mommy come and call for you?'
'No. You did.'
'So you didn't see Mommy and Aida?'
'No.'
The picture of the two of them dead flashed into my mind.
I put my arms around her as she sobbed. I said, 'Kelly, you couldn't have helped Daddy. Those men were too big and strong. Probably I couldn't have helped him, and I'm a grown-up. It's not your fault Daddy got hurt. But he is OK and wants me to look after you until he is better. Mommy and Aida had to go with Daddy. There just wasn't any time to get you.'
I let her cry a bit, then asked, 'Did you see any of the men who were chasing us today?'
She shook her head.
'Did the men who were with Daddy have suits on?'
'I think so, but they had like painting clothes over them.'
I guessed what she meant.
'The sort Daddy would wear to paint the house?' I did the actions of putting on a pair of overalls.
She nodded.
'So do you mean they had suits on underneath, but had the painting things on top?'
She nodded again.
I knew it; these boys were good they were players. They hadn't wanted to get nasty red stuff all over their nice suits.
I asked her how many men came out and what they looked like. She was confused and scared. Her lip started to quiver again.
'Can I go home soon?' She was fighting back the tears.
'Yes, very soon, very soon. When Daddy is better. Until then, I'm looking after you. Come on, Kelly, let's make you look like a big girl.'
After a rinse I combed her wet hair and got her dressed right away in her new clothes. If we had to move, I needed her dressed, so I told her that the only things she could keep off were her hat, coat, and shoes.
She inspected herself in the mirror. The new clothes were much too big and her hair was--well, she didn't seem too sure.
We watched Nickelodeon, and eventually she fell asleep. I lay staring at the ceiling, going through the options, or rather, trying to kid myself that I had some.
What about Slack Pat? He would certainly help if he could, as long as he hadn't turned into some drugged-up New Age hippie. But the only way I could think of contacting him was through the restaurant he used to rave about. The way he described it, he practically lived there. The problem was, I couldn't remember the name of it, just that it was on a hill at the edge of Georgetown.
What about Euan? He was no good yet because he'd still be operating in Northern Ireland, and there was no way I could make contact with him until he was back in England.
I looked over at Kelly. That was how she would have to live now, always dressed, ready to run at a moment's notice. I put the comforter over her.
I piled all the trash together and put it in the wastebasket, made sure the sign was still on the door and her shoes were in her pockets. I checked chamber in both weapons--the 9mm in Kev's jacket and the Sig in my waistband. No doubt Kelly was going to be in all of tomorrow's papers, but at least if the shit hit the fan we were ready to go. I knew my escape route and would not hesitate to shoot my way out.
I got my new clothes out of the bag and took them into the bathroom. I shaved, then undressed. I stank; Kev's things were stained with blood from Aida or Marsha, I couldn't remember which. The sweat had thinned it, spreading it right up the back and shoulders of his shirt and the inside of his jeans. Everything went into a plastic laundry bag, which I'd throw away in the morning. I had a long, hot shower and washed my hair. Then I got dressed, checked the door lock, and lay on the bed.
I woke up at about 5:30 in the morning after a terrible night's sleep. I wasn't sure if all the bad stuff was a dream. The only good result was that I remembered the name of Slack Pat's restaurant.
I thought again about money. I definitely couldn't use credit cards because I had to assume they'd either been frozen or would be used as a trace. It was cash or nothing--not easy in the West nowadays. Pat, if I got to him, would fund me, but I knew I'd have to take advantage of any spare time to get hold of more. Kelly was snoring big-time. I picked up the key card, gently closed the door behind me, checked that the sign was up, and went looking for a fire extinguisher. As I passed the open door to the chambermaid's storeroom I spotted half a dozen wedge-shaped door stops on a shelf. I helped myself to a couple.
I found the fire extinguisher on the wall by the elevators. I quickly unscrewed the top of it and removed the carbon dioxide cylinder, a nine-inch black steel tube. I put it in my jacket and walked back to the room.
I put the three spare magazines for the Sig .45 in the left-hand pocket of Kev's jacket and decided I was