بخش 05 - فصل 15

15 They sit at the kitchen table with the back door open to let in fresh air. Hodges has an elbow on one of the placemats and his brow cupped in his palm. Jerome and Holly keep

quiet, letting him think it through. At last he raises his head. “I’m going to call it in. I don’t want to, and if it was just between Hartsfield and me, I probably wouldn’t. But I’ve got you two to consider–” “Don’t do it on my account,” Jerome says. “If you see a way to go on, I’ll stick with you.”

Of course you will, Hodges thinks. You might think you know what you’re risking, but you don’t. When you’re seventeen, the future is strictly theoretical. As for Holly . . . previously he would have said she was a kind of human movie screen, with every thought in her head projected large on her face, but

at this moment she’s inscrutable. “Thanks, Jerome, only . . .” Only this is hard. Letting go is hard, and this will be the second time he has to relinquish Mr. Mercedes. But. “It’s not just us, see? He could have more explosive, and if he uses it on a crowd . . .” He looks directly at Holly. “. . .

the way he used your cousin

Olivia’s Mercedes on a crowd,

it would be on me. I won’t

take that chance.”

Speaking

carefully,

enunciating each word as if to

make up for what has probably

been a lifetime of mumbling,

Holly says, “No one can catch

him but you.”

“Thanks, but no,” he says

gently. “The police have

resources. They’ll start by putting a BOLO out on his car, complete with license plate number. I can’t do that.” It sounds good but he doesn’t believe it is good. When he’s not taking insane risks like the one he took at City Center, Brady’s one of the smart ones. He will have stashed the car somewhere– maybe in a downtown parking

lot, maybe in one of the airport parking lots, maybe in one of those endless mall parking lots. His ride is no Mercedes-Benz; it’s an unobtrusive shit-colored Subaru, and it won’t be found today or tomorrow. They might still be looking for it next week. And if they do find it, Brady won’t be anywhere near it.

“No one but you,” she insists. “And only with us to help you.” “Holly–” “How can you give up?” she cries at him. She balls one hand into a fist and strikes herself in the middle of the forehead with it, leaving a red mark. “How can you? Janey liked you! She was even sort of your girlfriend! Now she’s dead!

Like the woman upstairs! Both of them, dead!” She goes to hit herself again and Jerome takes her hand. “Don’t,” he says. “Please don’t hit yourself. It makes me feel terrible.” Holly starts to cry. Jerome hugs her clumsily. He’s black and she’s white, he’s seventeen and she’s in her forties, but to Hodges Jerome looks like a

father comforting his daughter after she came home from school and said no one invited her to the Spring Dance. Hodges looks out at the small but neatly kept Hartsfield backyard. He also feels terrible, and not just on Janey’s account, although that is bad enough. He feels terrible for the people at City Center. He feels terrible for Janey’s

sister, whom they refused to believe, who was reviled in the press, and who was then driven to suicide by the man who lived in this house. He even feels terrible about his failure to pay heed to Mrs. Melbourne. He knows that Pete Huntley would let him off the hook on that one, and that makes it worse. Why? Because Pete isn’t as good at this job as he,

Hodges, still is. Pete never will be, not even on his best day. A good enough guy, and a hard worker, but . . . But. But but but. All that changes nothing. He needs to call it in, even if it feels like dying. When you shove everything else aside, there’s just one thing left: Kermit William Hodges is at a

dead end. Brady Hartsfield is in the wind. There might be a lead in the computers– something to indicate where he is now, what his plans might be, or both–but Hodges can’t access them. Nor can he justify continuing to withhold the name and description of the man who perpetrated the City Center Massacre. Maybe Holly’s right, maybe Brady

Hartsfield will elude capture and commit some new atrocity, but kermitfrog19 is out of options. The only thing left for him to do is to protect Jerome and Holly if he can. At this point, he may not even be able to manage that. The nosyparker across the street has seen them, after all. He steps out on the stoop and opens his Nokia, which he

has used more today than in all the time since he retired. He thinks Doesn’t this just suck, and speed-dials Pete Huntley.