Part 12 (2/2)
”There are five men out there,” Majestyk said. ”With guns. They're not going to let me leave and they're not going to let you leave either. You got nothing to do with this, but now you're in it.”
She said to him quietly, ”So I guess you're stuck with me, Vincent.”
After a moment, when he came over to her and put his hand on her shoulder, turning her in the doorway so that the light showed part of her face, she knew his tone would be different.
”Why did you come back?”
”I don't know,” she said, and that was partly true. ”Maybe see what it's like to be on the same side as the grower. That's a funny thing, Vincent. All my life I've been fighting against the growers. Now, this is different.”
”You like to fight?” He kept watching her, making up his mind.
”You don't know me yet,” Nancy said. ”I like to do a lot of things.”
He raised the barrel of the shotgun. ”You know how to use this?”
”Show me and I will.”
”How about a deer rifle?”
”Aim it and pull the trigger. Isn't that all you do?” She waited, looking up at him.
”I don't want you to be here,” he said then, ”but I'm glad you are. You understand what I mean?”
”You don't have to say anything. If I didn't know how you feel I wouldn't be here.”
”You're that sure?”
She hesitated. ”I hope so.”
”You do have to leave yourself open, don't you? Take a chance.”
”That's what it's all about.”
”We'll have to talk about it again, when we have more time.”
”Sure, it can wait.” She smiled at him, even more sure of herself now.
”I'm going outside,” he said. ”Bring the truck up closer to the house-case they get it in mind to pull some wires.”
”Are we going to make a run?”
”I don't know what we're going to do yet. First thing, I'll show you how to work the rifle.” She followed him to the table and watched him as he began to load the Marlin. ”If anybody tries to come in,” he said, ”shoot him. Don't say, 'Put up your hands' or anything like that, shoot him.”
”All right, Vincent.”
He handed her the rifle and picked up the shotgun again. ”But make sure it isn't me.”
Wiley was on the bearskin couch with her book. She looked up, over her reading gla.s.ses, at Lundy and said, ”Gene's here.”
Renda didn't pay any attention to her. He was on the phone again. Lundy had never seen a guy who was on the phone as much as Frank. The first time he ever met him-after doing seven on the armed robbery conviction and getting out and going to see him with the note his cellmate had given him-Frank was on the phone. It seemed like he had been on it ever since.
Right now he was listening, standing by the bar making a drink, the phone wedged in between his shoulder and his jaw. He put the scotch bottle down, picked up his drink, took some of it, then put the gla.s.s down hard and said, ”What the f.u.c.k you talking about-I got back yes yesterday. Where's the wasted time? What if I was still in Mexico? You going to tell me everything would stop? s.h.i.+t no.” He listened again, moving about impatiently. ”Look, it's a personal matter-you said so yourself. It's got nothing to do with the organization. I get it done and we get back to business. Not before.”
He slammed the phone down and picked up his drink again. ”f.u.c.king lawyers. You don't know if they're working for you or you're working for them.”
Wiley said, ”I think your friends are worried you might get them involved.”
”That's what I need, some more opinions.”
She went back to her book as he turned to Lundy.
”What's he doing?”
”He picked up his trailer,” Lundy said, ”and went right home.”
”Alone?”
”He was was. But Bobby says there's a girl there. Come before he got back. I don't know,” Lundy said, ”man's waiting to get shot he's got some tail with him.”
Put yourself in his place, Renda was thinking, and said, ”The cops could've told him don't worry and he feels safe. Thinks, with all that's happened, I won't come for him right away.”
”Whenever we do it,” Lundy said, ”we can't just walk in. The cops could be there waiting.”
”You see any?”
”No, but they could've slipped in when it got dark. Be all over the place.”
”I don't have time to fool around,” Renda said. ”They're starting to pressure me, give me some s.h.i.+t, tell me forget about the guy or hire it done.”
Lundy agreed with them 100 percent, but he said, ”You want to hit him yourself you got to wait for the right time, that's all.”
”I don't have have time! Can't you get that in your head?” He took a drink of scotch and calmed down a little. ”How many guys you got there?” time! Can't you get that in your head?” He took a drink of scotch and calmed down a little. ”How many guys you got there?”
”Five. In the trees by his place. There's a back road takes you in there.” He watched Frank put his gla.s.s down and go over to a window that looked out on a dark patio and swimming pool.
When Renda turned to him again he said, ”If it can take you in, n.o.body sees you, it can take him out, can't it?”
”If there's no cops in his house.”
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