of the rifle barrel to it and felt it give a bit. He heard that scraping sound again and he could smell cigarette smoke and hear the ocean and feel the wind up here, and he knew that if the warden had been smart enough to place guards on the other side of this door, then Teddy was dead as soon as he pushed it open. Run, baby.
Can't.
Why not?
Because it all comes to this.
What does?
ALl of it. Everything.
I don't see how
You. Me. Laeddis. Chuck. Noyce, that poor fucking kid. It all comes to this. Either it stops now. Or I stop now.
It was his hands. Chuck's hands. Don't you see?
No. What?
His hands, Teddy. They didn't fit him.
Teddy knew what she meant. He knew something about Chuck's hands was important, but not so important he could waste any more time in this stairwell thinking about it.
I've got to go through this door now, honey.
Okay. Be careful.
Teddy crouched to the left of the door. He held the rifle butt against his left rib cage and placed his right hand on the floor for balance and then he kicked out with his left foot and the door swung wide and he dropped to his knee in the swinging of it and placed the rifle to his shoulder and sighted down the barrel.
At Cawley.
Sitting behind a table, his back to a small window square, the ocean spread blue and silver behind him, the smell of it filling the room, the breeze fingering the hair on the sides of his head. Cawley didn't look Startled. He didn't look scared. He tapped his cigarette against the side of the ashtray in front of him and said to Teddy:
"Why you all wet, baby?"
Chapter 21
THE WALLS BEHIND Cawey were covered in pink bedsheets, their corners fastened by wrinkled strips of tape. On the table in front of him were several folders, a military-issue field radio, Teddy's notebook, Laeddis's intake form, and Teddy's suit jacket. Propped on the seat of a chair in the corner was a reel-to-reel tape recorder, the reels moving, a small microphone sitting on top and pointing out at the room. Directly in front of Cawley was a black, leather-bound note book. He scribbled something in it and said, "Take a seat." "What did you say?" "I said take a seat."
"Before that?"
"You know exactly what I said."
Teddy brought the rifle down from his shoulder but kept it pointed at Cawley and entered the room.
Cawley went back to scribbling. "It's empty."
"What?"
"The rifle. It doesn't have any bullets in it. Given all your experience with firearms, how could you fail to notice that?"
Teddy pulled back the breech and checked the chamber. It was empty. Just to be sure, he pointed at the wall to his left and fired, but got nothing for his effort but the dry click of the hammer. "Just put it in the corner," Cawley said.
Teddy lay the rifle on the floor and pulled the chair out from the table but didn't sit in it.
"What's under the sheets?"
"We'll get to that. Sit down. Take a load off. Here." Cawley reached down to the floor, came back up with a heavy towel and tossed it across the table to Teddy. "Dry yourself off a bit. You'll catch cold."
Teddy dried his hair and then stripped off his shirt. He balled it up
and tossed it in the corner and dried his upper body. When he finished,
he took his jacket from the table, r
"You mind?"
Cawley looked up. "No, no. Help yourself."
Teddy put the jacket on and sat in the chair.
Cawley wrote a bit more, the pen scratching the paper. "How badly did you hurt the guards?"
"Not too," Teddy said.
Cawley nodded and dropped his pen to the notebook and took the field radio and worked the crank to give it juice. He lifted the phone receiver out of its pouch and flicked the transmit switch and spoke into the phone. "Yeah, he's here. Have Dr. Sheehan take a look at your men before you send him up."
He hung up the phone.
"The elusive Dr. Sheehan," Teddy said.
Cawley moved his eyebrows up and down.
"Let me guess - he arrived on the morning ferry."
Cawley shook his head. "He's been on the island the whole time."
"Hiding in plain sight," Teddy said.
Cawley held out his hands and gave a small shrug. "He's a brilliant psychiatrist. Young, but full of promise. This was our plan, his and mine." Teddy felt a throb in his neck just below his left ear. "How's