بخش 05 - فصل 05

5 After cleansing the stubble on his skull and donning his new plain glass specs, Brady strolls

down to the Motel 6 office and pays for another night. Then he returns to his room and unfolds the wheelchair he bought on Wednesday. It was pricey, but what the hell. Money is no longer an issue for him. He puts the explosivesladen ASS PARKING cushion on the seat of the chair, then slits the lining of the pocket on

the back and inserts several more blocks of his homemade plastic explosive. Each block has been fitted with a lead azide blasting plug. He gathers the connecting wires together with a metal clip. Their ends are stripped down to the bare copper, and this afternoon he’ll braid them into a single master wire.

The actual detonator will be Thing Two. One by one, he tapes Baggies filled with ball bearings beneath the wheelchair’s seat, using crisscrossings of filament tape to hold them in place. When he’s done, he sits on the end of the bed, looking solemnly at his handiwork. He really has no idea if he’ll be able to get

this rolling bomb into the Mingo Auditorium . . . but he had no idea if he’d be able to escape from City Center after the deed was done, either. That worked out; maybe this will, too. After all, this time he won’t have to escape, and that’s half the battle. Even if they get wise and try to grab him, the hallway will be crammed with

concertgoers, and his score will

be a lot higher than eight.

Out with a bang, Brady

thinks. Out with a bang, and

fuck you, Detective Hodges.

Fuck you very much.

He lies down on the bed

and

thinks

about

masturbating. Probably he

should while he’s still got a

prick to masturbate with. But

before he can even unsnap his Levi’s, he’s fallen asleep. On the night table beside him stands a framed picture. Frankie smiles from it, holding Sammy the Fire Truck in his lap.