and moaned and cried softly, “I’m sorry. Come back.”
“Alexa,” the voice said finally, and she felt such sweet relief.
“Do you want to cooperate with us?”
She began to weep.
“Oh, I do, I do, please, tell me what you want me to say.”
“Do you understand that it is my decision whether you live or die?”
“Yes,” she said. “Yes. Please, I do. Anything. If you let me out of here I will do anything you want. Anything at all. Anything you want.”
But why was he now saying “I” instead of “we”? What did that mean?
“Alexa, I want you to reach under your mattress. Can you do this?”
“Yes.”
Obediently she lowered both hands to the thin mattress and discovered that it rested on a series of metal bands that ran crosswise, spaced a few inches apart and probably running down the length of the casket. Her hands found a space between the bands and plunged into an open area below. How far down did this space go? Her left hand touched an object, a cluster of objects, and she grasped the cap and narrow neck of what felt like a plastic bottle. There were many. She grabbed one in her left hand and pulled it up and through the space between the bands. A water bottle.
“Yes, very good,” said the voice. “You see I have given you some water. You must be thirsty.”
“Yes, oh God, yes, I am.”
Now that she thought about it, her mouth was completely dry.
“Please to drink,” he said.
She twisted the cap with her other hand, and it came off with a satisfying snap and she put it to her parched lips and drank greedily, spilling some on her face and her shirt, but she didn’t care.
“There is water enough to last you a few days,” the voice said. “Perhaps a week. There are protein bars too, but not so many. Enough for a few days. When the food and water run out, that is all. Then you will starve to death. But before that you will suffocate.”
She kept drinking, swallowing down gulps of air along with the water, quenching a deep thirst she hadn’t been aware of until now.
“Now you must listen to me, Alexa.”
She pulled the bottle away from her mouth, terrified that the Owl would abandon her again. She gasped, “Yes.”
“If you say exactly what I tell you, and your father does exactly what I ask, you will be free from this torture.”
“He’ll give you whatever you want,” she said.
“But are you sure he loves you enough to set you free? Does he love you enough?”
“Yes!” she said.
“Does he love you at all, really? A mother will do anything for her child, but your mother is dead. A child never really knows about his father.”
“He loves me,” she said piteously.
“I guess you will now learn if this is true,” the voice said. “You will learn the answer very quickly. Because if your father does not love you, you will die terribly down there. You will run out of air and you will be dizzy and confused and you will vomit and you will have convulsions and I will watch you die, Alexa. And I will enjoy it.”
“Please don’t please don’t please don’t…”
“I will watch the last minutes of your life, and you know what, Alexa?”
He paused for a long time, and she whimpered like a baby, a small animal.
“Your father will watch the last minutes of your life too. He will try to look away or turn it off but it is human nature—whether he loves you or not, he will not be able to stop watching his only child’s last minutes on this earth.”
23.
After a brief visit to a great old tobacco shop on Park Square, I made a pit stop at home to do some tinkering. I called a friend of mine and asked him to do a very quick job for me. A little while later, my BlackBerry rang.
Without preface, Dorothy said: “The Jaguar is registered to a Richard Campisi of Dunstable Street in Charlestown.”
“Bingo,” I said.
“No bingo. He reported his car stolen over a week ago.”
“I take it you’ve looked at his photo.”
“Of course. And he’s not Costa. Not even close.”
“So our guy stole the car.”
“Looks that way.”
“So he couldn’t be traced, I assume. This isn’t good, Dorothy. It’s been more than twelve hours since she disappeared. No one’s heard from her. No one can reach her. It’s like what happened to her a few years ago, only this time it’s for real.”