I! Let’s get outta here!”
“Listen, Reggie. Wait a minute. Listen! Can you hear it?”
“No! Hear what?”
“That chinking noise. I can’t hear it either. We’re too far away.”
“And I say we get farther away. Let’s go.”
“Just wait a minute, Reggie. Dammit!”
“They’re killers, Mark. They’re Mafia people. Let’s get the hell out of here!”
He breathed through his teeth, and glared at her. “Settle down, Reggie. Just settle down, okay. Look, no one can see us here. You can’t even see these trees from the garage. I tried, okay. Now, settle down.”
She fell to her knees, and they stared at the garage. He placed his finger to his lips. “We’re safe here, okay,” he whispered. “Listen.”
They listened, but the sounds could not be heard.
“Mark, these are Muldanno’s people. They know you’ve escaped. They’re panicking. They’ve got guns and knives and who knows what else. Let’s go. They beat us. It’s all over. They win.”
“We can’t let them take the body, Reggie. Think about it. If they get away with it, it’ll never be found.”
“Good. You’re off the hook, and the Mafia forgets about you. Now let’s go.”
“No, Reggie. We gotta do something.”
“What! You want to pick a fight with Maria thugs? Come on, Mark. This is crazy.”
“Just wait a minute.”
“Okay, I’ll wait exactly one minute, then I’m gone.”
He turned and smiled at her. “You won’t leave me, Reggie. I know you better than that.”
“Don’t push me, Mark. Now I know how Ricky felt when you were playing around with Clifford and his little water hose.”
“Just be quiet, okay. I’m thinking.”
“That’s what scares me.”
She sat on her butt with her legs crossed in front of her. Leaves and vines rubbed her face and neck. He rocked gently on all fours like a lion ready to kill, and finally said, “I’ve got an idea.”
“Of course you do.”
“Stay here.”
She suddenly grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face to hers. “Listen, buster, this is not one of your little jungle games where you shoot rubber darts and throw dirt clods. Those are not your little buddies in there playing hide-and-seek, or GI Joe, or whatever the hell you play. This is life and death, Mark. You just made one mistake, and you got lucky. One more, and you’ll be dead. Now, let’s get the hell outta here! Now!”
He was still for a few seconds as she scolded him, then he jerked viciously away. “Stay here, and don’t move,” he said with stiff jaws. He crept from the brush, through the grass to the fence.
Just inside the gate was an abandoned flower bed outlined with sunken timbers and covered with weeds. He crawled to it, and picked out three rocks with all
the fussiness of a chef selecting tomatoes at the market. He watched both corners of the garage, then made a silent retreat into the darkness.
Reggie was waiting, and she had not moved a muscle. He knew she could not find her way to the car. He knew she needed him. They huddled again in the brush.
“Mark, this is insane, son,” she pleaded. “Please. These people are not playing games.”
“They’re too busy to worry about us, okay. We’re safe here, Reggie. Look, if they came tearing out of that door right now, they could never find us. We’re safe here, Reggie. Trust me.”
“Trust you! You’ll get yourself killed.”
“Stay here.”
“What! Please, Mark! No more games!”
He ignored her and pointed to a spot near three trees, about thirty feet away. “I’ll be right back,” he said, and he disappeared.
He crawled through the brush until he was behind the Ballantine house. He could barely see the edge of Romey’s garage. Reggie was lost in the dark undergrowth.
The patio was small and dimly lit. There were three white wicker chairs and a charcoal grill. A large plate-glass window overlooked it, and it was this window that attracted his attention. He stood behind a tree, and measured the distance, which he estimated to be the length of two house trailers. The rock would have to be low enough to miss the branches, yet high enough to clear a row of hedges. He took a deep breath, and threw it as hard as he could.
Leo jumped at the sound from next door. He crept in front of the garage and peeked through the
hedge. The patio was quiet and still. It sounded like a rock landing on wooden decking and rattling around next to the brick. Maybe it was just a dog. He watched for a long time, and nothing happened. They