“Still, everything’s going to change now, isn’t it?”
“In what way?”
“In what way. Shit. In a material way. What are you going to do with all that money?”
Eddie hadn’t thought about that, had no desire to. “Take the next exit,” he said.
Jack took the next exit, drove west on a two-lane state road. For a while they had it to themselves. Then taillights appeared in the distance. Jack was driving fast. The taillights grew bigger and brighter. Then Eddie saw a beer can rolling beside the road.
“Slow down,” he said.
“Slow down?”
“That’s them.”
Jack took his foot off the gas. The taillights dimmed and shrank, finally disappearing. Jack turned down the heat. He was sweating; Eddie could smell it.
There was a long silence. Then Jack said, “What are they like?”
“It doesn’t matter what they’re like,” Eddie said. “They’re not going to see us.”
“Right. That’s key, isn’t it?”
“If we want to live,” Eddie said.
Jack laughed, high and tight.
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Eddie asked.
There was a buzzing sound.
“What’s that?” Eddie said.
“The phone.”
Jack reached into the console between them. “Hello?” he said. His voice was low, as if someone nearby might overhear.
“Jack?” It was Karen on the speaker phone. “I can hardly hear you.”
“I can’t talk right now,” Jack said. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“That’s not good enough. I’m concerned about my account. Extremely. I spoke to my lawyer about it this afternoon. She’s extremely concerned too. I don’t want this to get messy, Jack, but I’m afraid-”
Jack’s voice rose. “Tomorrow. You’ll have it tomorrow.”
There was a pause. Then Karen said, “Where are you?”
“I’ll call you by noon,” Jack said, and clicked off.
He turned to Eddie. “And don’t you patronize me,” he said. Again Eddie was conscious of the shifting balance between them. “I may not have your experience in these matters, but I’m used to managing risk.” He drove on; in the glow of the instrument panel Eddie could see his hands tightening around the steering wheel.
“Then take the next right,” he said.
Jack turned onto the dirt road. “Besides,” he said. “What choice have I got?”
“Cut the lights.”
Jack slowed down, switched them off. A half moon hung just above the trees, lighting their way. Big clouds drifted across the sky like continents. “My night vision has gone to shit,” Jack said.
“We’re not in a hurry.”
Eddie checked the odometer. The road ran straight through the woods. The moonlight glistened on the wet branches, on a pond in the distance, on the eyes of a small animal that ran across the road. Good things happened under the light of the moon, at least in “The Mariner.”
The moving moon went up the sky,
And nowhere did abide;
Softly she was going up,
And a star or two beside.
Eddie looked up through the windshield for a star or two, saw none.
Three miles passed, three and a half, four. Eddie wanted to make their exit as fast as possible, but he didn’t want to take the chance of being heard from the gate.
“Stop the car,” he said.
Jack stopped the car.
“Turn it off.”
Jack switched off the engine. Eddie got out, listened. He heard nothing but the wind rising in the trees. A cold wind: he looked up at the sky and saw that more cloud continents had appeared. Those near the moon had white trim, like beaches. Eddie got back in the car.
“Next place you can pull off to the side, do it.”
Jack drove on. There was a small clearing a few hundred feet ahead, an opening in the shadows.
“Back in,” Eddie said.
Jack backed in, parked behind a screen of trees. Eddie walked into the road. A ray of moonlight caught the antenna; otherwise the car was invisible. Good enough. Eddie glanced up at the gathering clouds: there wasn’t going to be moonlight much longer.
They took the bikes off the rack, the ax from the trunk. Eddie put it in one of the backpacks and strapped it on. Jack strapped on the other, locked the car, pocketed the keys.
“Is there another set?”
“Why would we need another set?”
Eddie didn’t want to let his imagination go on that one. “Someone I knew did six years because his keys fell through a grate at the worst possible moment.”
Jack smiled; that old smile, flashing in the moonlight. “There’s another set under the floor mat in back.”
Eddie smiled too.
They got on the bikes.
“I feel kind of silly,” Jack said.
But bikes were perfect for what Eddie had in mind, faster than a man could run, and silent. They pedaled off on the dirt road, side by side.
The wind whistled in Eddie’s ears, cold, exhilarating. Wind, like the moon, was a good omen. Eddie felt excitement rising inside him and stilled it. Omens, exhilaration, excitement: these were the stuff of ballads, and of robberies gone wrong.
“I haven’t been on a bike since we were kids,” Jack said.
“Sh.”
Ahead, Eddie saw a metallic gleam. He braked, at the same time reaching across the space between them and touching Jack’s arm.
“What?” said Jack.
“Sh.”
Jack halted a few yards ahead, came back, walking his bike. “What is it?” he said in a low voice.
Eddie pointed. In the distance he could see moonlight on a steel gate, and beyond it a shadow that might have been a man.
“I don’t see anything,” Jack said.
Eddie didn’t explain. He turned and started walking his bike the way they had come. Jack followed. After a few hundred yards, Eddie cut into the woods at a right angle.
The treetops filtered out the moonlight. Eddie couldn’t see the branches that reached out to snag the backpack, or the rocks the tires bumped against. He bumped against a few things himself. The ax in his backpack shifted into an uncomfortable position. Behind him, he heard a soft crash.
“Shit,” Jack said.
“Quiet.”
Eddie listened, heard only the wind.
They went on for a while, made another right-angle turn. Five or ten minutes later, Eddie caught another gleam through the trees. A few more steps and they were at the fence: four horizontal strands of barbed wire extending into darkness in both directions. A rural fence, meant for marking boundaries and containing livestock, not for keeping out determined people or attracting the curiosity of law-abiding neighbors. Eddie raised the lowest strand. Jack crawled through, dragging his bike behind. Then he held the wire up for Eddie.
