hearty Mohonk breakfast in his belly, that line was centered neatly at 232. He had lost fourteen pounds since the day Canley had settled out of court.
But it wasn't his wate that had made him gasp; it was his fate. The lower panel had not slid aside to reveal
FINANCIAL MATTERS WILL SOON IMPROVE or OLD FRIENDS WILL VISIT or DO NOT MAKE IMPORTANT DECISION HASTILY.
It had revealed a single black word: 'THINNER.'
Chapter Four
They rode back to Fairview mostly in silence, Heidi driving until they were within fifteen miles of New York City and the traffic got heavy. Then she pulled into a service plaza and let Billy take them the rest of the way home. No reason why he should not be driving; the old woman had been killed, true enough, one arm almost torn from her body, her pelvis pulverized, her skull shattered like a Ming vase hurled onto a marble floor, but Billy Halleck had not lost a single point from his Connecticut driver's license. Good old tit-grabbing Cary Rossington had seen to that.
'Did you hear me, Billy?'
He glanced at her for only a second, then returned his eyes to the road. He was driving better these days, and although he didn't use his horn any more than he used to, or shout and wave his arms any more than he used to, he was more aware of other drivers' errors and his own than he ever had been before, and was less forgiving of both.
Killing an old woman did wonders for your concentration. It didn't do shit for your self-respect, and it produced some really hideous dreams, but it certainly did juice up the old concentration levels.
'I was woolgathering. Sorry.'
'I just said thank you for a wonderful time.'
She smiled at him and touched his arm briefly. It had been a wonderful time - for Heidi, at least. Heidi had indubitably Put It Behind Her - the Gypsy woman, the preliminary hearing at which the state's case had been dismissed, the old Gypsy man with the rotted nose. For Heidi it was now just an unpleasantness in the past, like Billy's friendship with that wop hoodlum from New York.
But something else was on her mind; a second quick side glance confirmed it. The smile had faded and she was looking at him and tiny wrinkles around her eyes showed.
'You're welcome,' he said. 'You're always welcome, babe.'
'And when we get home'
'I'll jump your bones again!' he cried with bogus enthusiasm, and manufactured a leer. Actually, he didn't think he could get it up if the Dallas Cowgirls paraded past him in lingerie designed by Frederick's of Hollywood. It had nothing to do with how often they had made it up at Mohonk; it was that damned fortune. THINNER. Surely it had said no such thing - it had been his imagination. But it hadn't seemed like his imagination, dammit; it had seemed as real as a New York Times headline. And that very reality was the terrible part of it, because THINNER wasn't anybody's idea of a fortune. Even YOUR FATE IS TO SOON LOSE WATE didn't really make it. Fortune writers were into things like long journeys and meeting old friends.
Ergo, he had hallucinated it.
Yep, that's right.
Ergo, he was probably losing his marbles.
Oh, come on, now, is that fair?
Fair enough. When your imagination got out of control, it wasn't good news.
'You can jump me if you want to,' Heidi said, 'but what I really want is for you to jump on our bathroom scales'
'Come on, Heidi! I lost some weight, no big deal!'
'I'm very proud of you for losing some weight, Billy, but we've been together almost constantly for the last five days, and I'll be darned if I know how you're losing it.'
He gave her a longer look this time, but she wouldn't look back at him; she only stared through the windshield, her arms folded across her bosom.
'Heidi . . .'
'You're eating as much as you ever did. Maybe more. The mountain air must have really gotten your motor revving.'
'Why gild the lily?' he asked, slowing down to slam forty cents into the basket of the Rye tollbooth. His lips were pressed together into a thin white line, his heart was beating too fast, and he was suddenly furious with her. 'What you mean is, I'm a great big hog. Say it right out if you want, Heidi. What the hell. I can take it.'
'I didn't mean anything like that!' she cried. 'Why do you want