in the back of Teddy's brain, something... What was it? Awkward. That was the word. But, no, there was nothing awkward about Chuck. He was smooth incarnate. Slick as shit through a goose, to use an expression Teddy's father had been fond of. No, there was nothing remotely awkward about the man. But wasn't there? Hadn't there been one blip in time when Chuck had been clumsy in his movements? Yes. Teddy was sure the moment had happened. But he couldn't remember the specifics. Not right now. Not here. And, anyway, the whole idea was ridiculous. He trusted Chuck.
Chuck had broken into Cawley's desk, after all.
Did you see him do it?
Chuck, right now, was risking his career to get to Laeddis's file. :
How do you know?
They'd reached the door and A1 said, "Just go back to the stairwell and follow those steps up. You'll find the roof easy enough." "Thanks."
Teddy waited, not opening the door just yet, wanting to see how long A1 would hang around.
But A1 just nodded and walked back into the cell block and Teddy felt vindicated. Of course they weren't watching him. As far as A1 knew, Teddy was just another orderly. Noyce was paranoid. Understandably so - who wouldn't be in Noyce's shoes?---but paranoid, just. the same.
A1 kept walking and Teddy turned the knob of the door and opened it, and there were no orderlies or guards waiting on the landing.
He was alone. Completely alone. Unwatched. And he let the door close behind him and turned to go down the stairs and saw Chuck standing at the curve where they'd run into Baker and Vingis. He pinched his cigarette and took hard, quick hits off it and looked up at Teddy as he came down the steps, and turned and started moving fast. "I thought we were meeting in the hall."
"They're here," Chuck said as Teddy caught up to him and they turned into the vast hall.
"Who?"
"The warden and Cawley. Just keep moving. We gotta fly."
"They see you?"
"I don't know. I was coming out of the records room two floors up. I see them down the other end of the hall. Cawley's head turns and I go right through the exit door into the stairwell."
"So, they probably didn't give it a second thought."
Chuck was practically jogging. "An orderly in a rain slicker and a ranger's hat coming out of the records room on the admin' floor? Oh, I'm sure we're fine." ' The lights went on above them in a series of liquid cracks that sounded like bones breaking underwater. Electric charges hummed in the air and were followed by an explosion of yells and catcalls and wailing. The building seemed to rise up around them for a moment and then settle back down again. Alarm bells pealed throughout the stone floors and walls.
"Power's back. How nice," Chuck said and turned into the stairwell. They went down the stairs as four guards came running up, and they shouldered the wall to let them pass.
The guard at the card table was still there, on the phone, looking up with slightly glazed eyes as they descended, and then his eyes cleared and he said "Wait a sec" into the phone, and then to them as they cleared the last step, "Hey, you two, hold on a minute."
A crowd was milling around in the foyer---orderlies, guards, two
manacled patients splattered in mud - and Teddy and Chuck moved
right into them, sidestepped a guy backing up from the coffee table, swinging his cup carelessly toward Chuck's chest.
And the guard said, "Hey! You two! Hey!"
They didn't break stride and Teddy saw faces looking around, just now hearing the guard's voice, wondering who he was calling to. Another second or two, those same faces would hone in on him and Chuck.
"I said, 'Hold up!' "
Teddy hit the door chest high with his hand.
It didn't budge.
"Hey!"
He noticed the brass knob, another pineapple like the one in Cawley's house, and he gripped it, found it slick with rain.
"I need to talk to you!" '
Teddy turned the knob and pushed the door open and two gua:ds were coming up the steps. Teddy pivoted and held the door open as Chuck passed through and the guard on the left gave him a nod of thanks. He and his partner passed through and Teddy let go of the door and they walked down the steps.
He saw a group of identically dressed men to their left, standing around smoking cigarettes and