a building, and this cool cop just kept talking to him and talking to him, and finally the nut started talking back and of course did not jump. Mark quickly smelled for gas, and asked, “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I want to die,” the man said calmly.
“Why?” he asked again, glancing at the neat little round hole in his window.
“Why do kids ask so many questions?”
“Because we’re kids. Why do you want to die?” He could barely hear his own words.
“Look, kid, we’ll be dead in five minutes, okay? Just you and me, pal, off to see the wizard.” He took a long drink from the bottle, now almost empty. “I feel the gas, kid. Do you feel it? Finally.”
In the side mirror, through the cracks in the window, Mark saw the weeds move and caught a glimpse of Ricky as he slithered through the weeds and ducked into the bushes near the tree. He closed his eyes and said a prayer.
“I gotta tell you, kid, it’s nice having you here. No one wants to die alone. What’s your name?”
“Mark.”
“Mark who?”
“Mark Sway.” Keep talking, and maybe the nut won’t jump. “What’s your name?”
“Jerome. But you can call me Romey. That’s what my friends call me, and since you and I are pretty tight now you can call me Romey. No more questions, okay, kid?”
“Why do you want to die, Romey?”
“I said no more questions. Do you feel the gas, Mark?”
“I don’t know.”
“You will soon enough. Better say your prayers.” Romey sank low into the seat with his beefy head straight back and eyes closed, completely at ease. “We’ve got about five minutes, Mark, any last words?” The whiskey bottle was in his right hand, the gun in his left.
“Yeah, why are you doing this?” Mark asked, glancing at the mirror for another sign of his brother. He took short, quick breaths through the nose, and
neither smeiled nor teit anytnmg. ourciy moved the hose.
“Because I’m crazy, just another crazy lawyer, right. I’ve been driven crazy, Mark, and how old are you?”
“Eleven.”
“Ever tasted whiskey?”
“No,” Mark answered truthfully.
Suddenly, the whiskey bottle was in his face, and he took it.
“Take a shot,” Romey said without opening his eyes.
Mark tried to read the label, but his left eye was virtually closed and his ears were ringing from the gunshot, and he couldn’t concentrate. He set the bottle on the seat where Romey took it without a word.
“We’re dying, Mark,” he said almost to himself. “I guess that’s tough at age eleven, but so be it. Nothing I can do about it. Any last words, big boy?”
Mark told himself that Ricky had done the trick, that the hose was now harmless, that his new friend Romey here was drunk and crazy, and that if he survived he would have to do so by thinking and talking. The air was clean. He breathed deeply and told himself that he could make it. “What made you crazy?”
Romey thought for a second and decided this was humorous. He snorted and actually chuckled a little. “Oh, this is great. Perfect. For weeks now, I’ve known something no one else in the entire world knows, except my client, -who’s a real piece of scum, by the way. You see, Mark, lawyers hear all sorts of private stuff that we can never repeat. Strictly confidential, you understand. No way we can ever tell what happened to the money or who’s sleeping with who or where the
He inhaled mightily, and exhaled with enormous pleasure. He sank lower in the seat, eyes still closed. “Sorry I had to slap you.” He curled his finger around the trigger.
Mark closed his eyes and felt nothing.
“How old are you, Mark?”
“Eleven.”
“You told me that. Eleven. And I’m forty-four. We’re both too young to die, aren’t we, Mark?”
“Yes sir.”
“But it’s happening, pal. Do you feel it?”
“Yes sir.”
“My client killed a man and hid the body, and now my client wants to kill me. That’s the whole story. They’ve made me crazy. Ha! Ha! This is great, Mark. This is wonderful. I, the trusted lawyer, can now tell you, literally seconds before we float away, where the body is. The body, Mark, the most notorious undiscovered corpse of our time. Unbelievable. I can finally tell!” His eyes were open and glowing down at Mark. “This is funny as hell, Mark!”
Mark missed the humor. He glanced at the mirror, then at the door lock switch a foot away. The handle was even closer.
Romey relaxed again and closed his eyes as