'The thing hit his foot,' Dale said. 'Apparently when he dived to get out of the way, the side of the Jet Ski hit his foot. I've been down to check, and it's intact, but I think it's broken.'
Timmy gasped out, 'That jerk!'
Dale and I hoisted him up onto the dock and helped him lie on a towel Janet had spread out. Janet said, 'I'll call the ambulance.'
Timmy said, 'What for?'
'You're going to have to get this foot set and immobilized,' Dale said, 'if you ever hope to do the hokey- pokey again.'
'That guy was actually trying to kill us!' Timmy blurted out. Under his sunburn, he looked pale and feverish and as vulnerable as I'd ever seen him. A wave rolled through me, and it occurred to me that one day Timmy would die.
Janet, slumped and gray-faced too, said, 'I think that vicious jerk was trying to kill one of us. Me, obviously.'
None of us contradicted her, and it was Dale a moment later who went inside to report the attack to the sheriff's office and to request an ambulance for Timmy.
Janet said, 'I guess I'd better go talk to Dan fast-and to Mom.'
Squatting by Timmy, my hand behind his wet head, I told Janet, yes, she should get to both of the pro-good- chain Osbornes-the sooner the better.
5
We followed the ambulance in two cars to the Eden County Hospital. By the time Timmy was wheeled into the ER, his right foot was the size and color of a small warthog, and the ambulance crew had him so drugged up against shock and pain that he had begun to babble.
He told the nurse, 'I'd like to be in Skeeter's room.'
I said, 'Okay, but that's down in Albany, and you'll have to hop there on your right foot.'
'What's your name?' a man with a clipboard yelled in Timmy's ear.
'Timothy Callahan.'
'Have you got any coverage?'
'I prefer to pay cash.'
I said, 'He has excellent insurance,' and showed the man Timothy's New York State Assembly employee's health insurance card, which I had located easily in his wallet, the slender purse of a fiscal ascetic.
A physician showed up, groped around, ordered X rays, and told us in due course that Timothy's injury appeared to be a simple fracture. If the X rays confirmed that, the fracture would be set and Timmy would be shoved out the door with a fiberglass cast and a pair of crutches in a matter of hours. I asked, Didn't they want to keep him for a week or ten days? But they said no. I told Timmy I'd be back to collect him later and left him with a copy of Guns and Ammo that I'd found in the waiting room.
I rejoined Janet and Dale in the parking lot, and rode in Janet's car to her brother Dan's apartment in a building next to the Eden House, the old Victorian hotel in the center of town. Dan Osborne and his girlfriend, Arlene Thurber, lived on the second floor in what had been two apartments. They had knocked down a wall to create a long, high-ceilinged salon with six windows overlooking Edensburg's Main Street and enough shelf space to hold their sizeable collection of leftist political history and analysis, from Bukharin to Fanon to Carlos Fuentes. There were lots of posters and photos too of Che and Fidel and a recent selection of Zapatistas wearing masks, but no Erich Honecker or Mengistu Haile Mariam that I was able to make out.
When we arrived, Dan and Arlene were just about to leave to drive down to Skidmore College in Saratoga Springs to see that evening's double feature in a Godard series, Alphaville and Les Carbiniers. Dan and Arlene seemed happy to have Janet and Dale show up, and they tried to persuade us to join them at the movies-until Janet told them why we had come by unannounced.
'It looks as if somebody is after me,' Janet said. 'And I guess it stands to reason that they might try to get at you too, Dan. I think you're going to have to be on your guard.'
When Dan and Arlene looked more bewildered than alarmed, Dale spelled it out. 'Not 'after' her, not 'get at.' What Janet means is, somebody is trying to kill her. And if the whole thing has anything to do with you-know-what, they might try to kill you too, Dan. Arlene, you're probably safe, theoretically, since you haven't got a vote on the Herald's board of directors. But since you two are joined at the hip, Arlene, you could conceivably suffer what the Pentagon likes to refer to as collateral damage-that is, end up just as dead as Dan.'
Dan was tall and gangly, like all the Osbornes, and he slumped a little when he heard this. He had a Fidel- style beard that was honey colored with some gray in it, making him look less like Castro than Gerry Mulligan, and his wide mouth dropped open beneath it. Arlene, busty, braless, and languid in purples and reds and Navajo silver, stiffened and exclaimed, 'Dale, what kind of crazy shit are you laying on us? Are you serious?'
'Last week, somebody tried to run Janet over with a Jet Ski,' Dale said, 'and today he came back and tried to bash her again. There were four of us out in the lake this time, and Don's boyfriend, Timothy, got whacked on the foot. He's over at County right now having it set.'
'That is too much!' Arlene said angrily.
'This happened just now?' Dan asked, looking dazed. His surprise was understandable, although his mind may also have been mildly fuddled by marijuana. Its weedy aroma hung in the room, a sweet cloud of sixties deja vu for me and-judging from the numerous tiny roaches in the ashtrays-a routine nineties air freshener for Dan and Arlene.
'It happened about an hour ago,' Janet said, 'and the sheriff's department is supposedly trying to track the guy down I'm alerting you two, for what it might be worth, and I really think I have to tell Mom because-well, you know. First Eric is killed and then this, and-it does seem possible that somebody is trying to change the outcome of the board vote on InfoCom and Griscomb.'
Dan glanced at me uneasily-as if to say, This is private family business, and who is this bozo, anyway'-and then snapped at Janet 'Why am I just now hearing about this?'
'Because,' she shot back, 'it just now happened, Dan. That's why we're here.'
'But Dale said it happened lastweektoo I know nothing about that.'
'Well, now you know, Dan. As I said, that's why we're here. That's why we came here To tell you about it. Now the question is, What do we tell Mom?'
'What makes you think,' he said, his beard flapping, 'that this has anything to do with the sale of the paper? Where did you get that idea?'
'I don't know that there's a connection,' Janet said in a sneering tone I hadn't heard her use before she had come into the presence of her brother. 'I am merely surmising it from the rather startling sequence of events over the past three months. The paper is put up for sale and two conflicting offers are made, putting the family at one another's throats. Then Eric is killed. Then two attempts are made on my life. I'm just adding two and two together and coming up with four. When you add two and two, what do you come up with, Dan?'
Making a show of struggling for control, Dan took a deep breath and said, 'Yes, the timing is suspicious, Janet. That I can see. What I'm having a lot of trouble accepting is that InfoCom would go so far as to actually try to kill an Osborne. God, imagine how it would make them look if they were caught. Does the sheriff have any leads? Who's investigating this, Ken Stone?'
'It's Ken,' Janet said, 'but it looks as if the attacker got away both times. He's obviously someone who knows the homes on the lake.'
Arlene looked suddenly horrified and said, 'It's like Karen
Silkwood! Dan, we'd better make sure your mother is safe. Crewes-InfoCom would off an old lady if they thought she was going to interfere with their bottom line. They'll stop at nothing to protect their corporate profits.'
Dan didn't react to this. He just peered our way with his watery blue eyes. It seemed now as if they were no longer focused entirely on those of us in the room, nor was the mind behind them. Finally Dan said to Janet, 'Tell me again what happened, and why you think these episodes were deliberate attempts to-to attack you. This Jet Ski
