Part 23 (1/2)

”It's better than being falling-down drunk.”

Genie clenched her jaw, the only movement in her otherwise pa.s.sionless face. ”Too bad such a marvelous and Machiavellian plan failed.”

”It hasn't, honey lamb. It's only been postponed.”

”I disagree.” Genie took a languid step forward, while as if from the air, a flat black semiautomatic pistol appeared in her hand. Genie aimed at Jamaica's chest. ”Belle was my my unsuspecting lure. She was the one who brought you into the open. Not the other way around. unsuspecting lure. She was the one who brought you into the open. Not the other way around. I'm I'm the one who's been waiting for the one who's been waiting for you you... And baiting you... You've got to be a fool if you don't think I can have Tom back. Old age isn't his bag-excuse the pun.”

Genie smiled. Then without drawing a breath or blinking, without a discernible motion pa.s.sing across her face or through her body, she fired.

Jamaica's hands flew helplessly through the air, clawing at her chest while her legs and torso crumpled to the reddening earth.

”'An eye for an eye,'” Genie said as she suddenly focused on Belle.

”You must recognize that line from the last crossword I sent... I suppose the sixth puzzle isn't necessary now. A shame, it would have given you a few choice nightmares...”

While Genie spoke she casually moved toward Jamaica's inert body, slipped her semiautomatic pistol into her rear pocket, and picked up Jamaica's fallen.38. For the first time Belle noticed she was wearing surgical gloves.

”It seems a pity, Belle... You've been such a help... But you must realize I can't afford to have a witness... It would have been so much easier if Jamaica had done this for me... Killing her was easy. You? I'm not so sure.”

Belle took a horrified step backward. In her peripheral vision, she scanned the trees, the cabin's rear entrance, the path that disappeared in the direction of the parking area. If she screamed, she'd be shot before the cry left her throat. If she ran, she'd get a bullet in her back. The thought, for some reason, seemed far more terrible than dying face-to-face.

”But you'll be caught, Genie... If you kill me, the police will realize it was your gun-”

”Well, no, actually I'll be using Jamaica's gun.” Again, a horrifying stillness suffused the tone. ”I'm sure you understand that I've had ample opportunity to plan this situation... You die with a bullet from Jamaica's weapon; I shoot her her in self-defense when she tries to finish the job she began on the in self-defense when she tries to finish the job she began on the Orion Orion... That's the story the police will hear. It's simple and foolproof, and half the problem is already solved... The only person not in the mix is my darling husband... The poor innocent man whose wife's best friend became so insanely jealous she tried to stage a fatal fire at sea. You have to admit my position is admirable-”

”What about the motel manager?” Belle interrupted. ”What about other guests?”

”Sad to say, there are no other guests... And the manager, as I'm sure you've noticed, is totally deafened by his horrid television set.” Again Genie smiled. ”I fired two test shots on Friday. Not a soul came to investigate. Even if the noise had been heard, the average apathetic citizen is far too eager to a.s.sume the sound is that of a backfiring car rather than risk getting involved... You'll be missed, Belle.” Genie raised Jamaica's.38 and leveled it at Belle's chest.

”You're right about that, Mrs. Pepper.” Rosco's voice boomed forward as he darted around the cabin.

Genie spun toward the sound, but her reaction was too delayed and surprised to fight off the sudden intrusion. Rosco wrenched the.38 from her hand before she had time to fire.

Belle stared at Rosco. ”There's a second weapon in her back pocket,” she said, then gazed from Jamaica's inert body to Rosco's face. ”How did you find me?”

32.

”It wasn't quite as simple as that, Al...” Rosco answered. Although seated in Lever's office directly across from the lieutenant's desk, he was unable to take his eyes off Belle. ”If I hadn't caught up with that kid Ricky... well, all I can say is, the outcome would have been anyone's guess.” Rosco gazed at Belle, his look part grat.i.tude that she was sitting beside him, and part fear of how close disaster had come.

Belle's expression remained pensive; her hands clasped her elbows as if she were cold. ”Poor Jamaica,” she said.

Rosco touched her arm; ”She and Tom tried to kill Genie, Belle... She had a gun on you, too, remember? I'm not saying she deserved to die, but-”

”I've never witnessed a murder,” was Belle's simple response.

Lever reached for his cigarettes, then glanced at Belle and put them away. ”It's tough,” he said. ”It'll take more than a few hours to get over it.”

Belle gave him a gentle smile. ”You can smoke if you want, Al. It's your office.”

”I'm not in the mood... Besides, the wife says I should quit.”

Rosco stared at his former partner; a wisecrack died on his lips. Maybe Sara was right about the guy, after all; maybe a sensitive soul lurked beneath the irascible-cop exterior. Rosco shook his head in disbelief.

”What about Pepper?” he asked.

”No telling,” Lever answered. ”But don't worry, we'll pick him up. How long it takes to find him is another story. The bright side is that he's broken a ton of federal laws; the FBI wants him just as bad as we do.”

”And Vauriens?”

”Well... That situation is still up in the air. Carlyle”-Al turned to Belle-”he's our ME, our medical examiner-Carlyle places time of death well before the supposed hit-and-run-which means the body was actually dumped from the speeding truck rather than hit by it. Cause of death is still listed as a fractured skull... But Abe discovered traces of gravel from the truck's cab that can be linked to Pepper's driveway. Whether we can pin a murder charge on Pepper remains to be seen.”

”I'm sure Genie was aware of Tom's financial situation,” Belle said after a moment. ”That fact now seems completely obvious from clues she planted in the crosswords.”

”Yeah, but she's not saying a word until her lawyer arrives,” Lever replied. ”However, that's a moot point as far as homicide is concerned. We have her on murder one, and we don't need her testimony to prosecute Tom on investment fraud-thanks to Mrs. B.”

”You don't think there was 'just cause' in Genie's actions?” Belle suddenly asked. ”Her husband and his mistress sail her into Buzzards Bay, ply her with champagne while supposedly supposedly celebrating a pleasant vacation, render her unconscious, set fire to the boat, then abandon her to die a horrible death? If she hadn't been physically fit enough to swim the three miles to sh.o.r.e, she would have drowned.” celebrating a pleasant vacation, render her unconscious, set fire to the boat, then abandon her to die a horrible death? If she hadn't been physically fit enough to swim the three miles to sh.o.r.e, she would have drowned.”