knows how many others.”
“I hope you’re right,” she said. “But for all we know, Julie Rice could be in there decomposed and rotted away. Then what?”
“Then we’ll tell them we know where it really is. That it’s back at Parklawn. Anything to get them to move us.” Hours passed, most of it in silence. More thoughts of Fiona and his mother surfaced but he forced them down, wanting to focus.
A car pulled up outside. He counted three sets of footsteps walking away from the barn, but no voices. Minutes later, a door opened and slammed. The footsteps disappeared.
Minutes faded into hours. Robert heard a door open, and again footsteps hit the pavement. This time toward the barn.
“It’s showtime,” he said. “Stay alert.”
“All ready,” said Thorne. “Just remember. The bitch is mine.” Before he could comment, the barn door opened and Edward, Marilyn, and Simon entered. The dim light barely illuminated their silhouettes.
Simon and Marilyn carried rifles fitted with silencers and laser scopes. Edward walked over to Robert and peered down, a malignant sneer dripping from his face.
“Well, Mr. Veil. We meet again. My apologies for not getting here sooner, but I had some pressing business with a few friends from the Middle East. As you can imagine, the ruckus they caused created quite a mess, and it required my personal attention. And of course, my son is running for President.”
“And I apologize in advance for killing you,” said Robert.
Edward laughed. “That’ll be quite impressive given your present circumstance.”
“I’m glad I amuse you. Let’s see how long it lasts.”
“Now, now Mr. Veil. Be satisfied you’ve gotten this far. Anyone else would be dead by now.”
“You mean like Kennedy and Claymore.”
Edward’s smile faded, and his conceit filled the room like a poisonous vapor. “Touche, Mr. Veil, but you must understand, it’s only business, nothing more, nothing less. Besides, President Claymore is alive.”
Robert felt relieved. “Don’t you think he knows who did it? He’ll come after you.”
“Oh, I’m sure he has his suspicions, but he won’t come after me. You see, our good President Claymore may be a Boy Scout, but he understands how the world works. He’s lucky to be alive.”
“Not all men are as weak minded as you believe,” said Robert.
“True,” said Edward. “But there’s nothing like almost getting shot to death to remind a man of his place in the order of things.”
“And what’s your place?”
“At the top of course. Which is why I’ll walk away a bit richer with the past buried, thanks to the evidence you helped me find. Which reminds me, where are my manners? Did I forget to say thank you?” He bowed his head, hands together, as if he were about to pray.
Robert clinched his fists behind his back, wishing the tape wasn’t there. Edward slithered over to the casket and ran his fingers along its surface, as though it were a long lost friend. “Cut them loose,” he ordered, without turning around. “Take them to the woods two miles north of here. Kill them. Then come back and meet me here.” Marilyn covered them while Simon cut them loose. Robert shook his arms and legs, trying to regain circulation. Edward walked over and looked them up and down, but gave Thorne an extended examination.
“My dear, you are the looker. I’ve gone black a time or two, but I must say you…”
Thorne spit in his face. “Go to hell.”
Edward removed a handkerchief from his jacket and wiped his face.
“Marilyn, before you kill this one have her suffer as long as possible. If you need ideas, I’m sure Simon can be of assistance.” Marilyn smiled. “With pleasure.”
Thorne glared hard at Marilyn, her eyes red, muscles bulging.
Not now Thorne, it’s not the right time.
“Mr. Veil,” said Edward. “Please forgive me. I almost forgot to offer you my congratulations. It seems your girlfriend is now a Supreme Court Justice.”
Robert felt a shiver.
“Oh yes,” Edward continued. “She’s quite the little darling in this town. You see, the first thing President Claymore did from the hospital, was issue a statement reaffirming his support for Justice Patrick. He called it the most important step at the moment, in assuring our nation’s positive and solid constitutional direction. Quite the political move I must say. Public opinion for her rose sharply, and not even I could stop it. She was unanimously confirmed and sworn in day before yesterday.
If I’m not mistaken, she starts her first day this morning. A pity you’re not there, but if it’s any consolation, both she and your mother looked concerned when she was sworn in.”
“So you lost that one,” Robert said, struggling to maintain his composure.
“Oh, I haven’t told you the best part,” said Edward, a hint of triumph in his voice. “It seems your friend Mr. Andre Perchenkov, the Bear, I think you call him, is probably going to kill her soon. And inside the Supreme Court building of all places. Imagine that.” Robert, wanting to lunge, held himself in check. “And how do you know that?”
“Well, it seems your Mr. Perchenkov and I have some of the same friends here in Washington. I saw him plant the note next to Fiona at the Ritz. He’s quite the industrious fellow as you already know.” Edward put both his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth in front of them, enjoying the moment. Robert glanced over at Simon and Marilyn. They’re not close enough. They’d never miss.
“What do you mean?” asked Robert.
“You’re not going to believe this, but this Bear fellow has bought his way into a position on the Court Building’s security detail. His Russian buddies and contacts had a little trouble securing his assignment, so I helped it along.” I have it on good authority that’s where he’ll kill her.”
“You’re lying!”
“I only lie when it’s lucrative. I was going to assist him in his little venture, but like I said, he is the industrious one.” Robert lunged. Simon caught him on the temple with the butt of his rifle, and he fell face first to the ground. He pushed himself up, breathing hard. Marilyn took a couple of steps back, her weapon trained on Thorne, who didn’t move a muscle.
“Get them out of here,” Edward bellowed, turning toward the casket.
“And make sure they die. I don’t want any more ghosts showing up like my old friend Charlie Ivory. When you get back, we’ll burn the contents of the casket and be done with it.”
“Outside,” Simon barked, pointing his weapon at Robert’s head.
Marilyn snatched Thorne by her hair and pulled her outside. Robert glared at Edward. “I’ll be right back.”
Edward leaned forward on the casket with both hands. “Get him out of here.”
Outside, Thorne rocked on her knees, throwing up.
“That six pack’s not as hard as I thought,” said Marilyn. “On your feet!”
She snatched Thorne up by her hair and dragged her to a flatbed truck parked a hundred feet from the barn. Marilyn drove. Simon sat in the back with them, gun ready. They bounced along a rough dirt road through a heavily wooded area, then stopped about three miles from the ranch.
“Okay, out,” ordered Simon.
Robert looked at his partner. This is it!
They shimmied along the truck bed using their legs, and hopped down.
“Let’s take’em into the woods,” said Marilyn. “The further in the better. They’ll be rat food before anyone is the wiser.” Simon pulled out a huge Bowie knife. “Let’s go,” he said, poking Robert in the back.
They walked in the woods for about three quarters of a mile.
“Stop,” ordered Marilyn. “This is far enough. Turn around.” Thorne stopped abruptly. Marilyn stepped a foot too close. A roundhouse kick thudded against Marilyn’s chest, sending her crashing backwards to the ground, her weapon firing into the sky. Simon aimed and fired. Thorne ducked into the woods, and disappeared.
Before Simon could turn around, Robert rammed him with a body block, knocking him on top of Marilyn, and ran in the opposite direction.
He heard both of them screaming. Machinegun fire filled the air.
