groaned it. “Your people? Good Christ, what kind of talk is that? They’re people, that’s all. This is no game, and it’s surely not a courtroom. There are, for want of a better word, there are things out there, and what’s the sense of getting yourself killed?”
“Things, you say,” Norton said, sounding superficially amused. “Where? Your people have been on watch for a couple of hours now. Who’s seen one?”
“Well, out back. In the—”
“No, no, no,” Norton said, shaking his head. “That ground has been covered and covered. We’re going out—”
“No,” someone whispered, and it echoed and spread, sounding like the rustle of dead leaves at dusk of an October evening. No, no, no ...
“Will you restrain us?” a shrill voice asked. This was one of Norton’s “people,” to use his word—an elderly lady wearing bifocals. “Will you restrain us?”
The soft babble of negatives died away.
“No,” Mike said. “No, I don’t think anyone will restrain you.”
I whispered in Billy’s ear. He looked at me, startled and questioning. “Go on, now.” I said. “Be quick.”
He went.
Norton ran his hands through his hair, a gesture as calculated as any ever made by a Broadway actor. I had liked him better pulling the cord of his chainsaw fruitlessly, cussing and thinking himself unobserved. I could not tell then and do not know any better now if he believed in what he was doing or not. I think, down deep, that he knew what was going to happen. I think that the logic he had paid lip service to all his life turned on him at the end like a tiger that has gone bad and mean.
He looked around restlessly, seeming to wish that there was more to say. Then he led his four followers through one of the checkout lanes. In addition to the elderly woman, there was a chubby boy of about twenty, a young girl, and a man in blue jeans wearing a golf cap tipped back on his head.
Norton’s eyes caught mine, widened a little, and then started to swing away.
“Brent, wait a minute,” I said.
“I don’t want to discuss it any further. Certainly not with you.”
“I know you don’t. I just want to ask a favor.” I looked around and saw Billy coming back toward the checkouts at a run.
“What’s that?” Norton asked suspiciously as Billy came up and handed me a package done up in cellophane.
“Clothesline,” I said. I was vaguely aware that everyone in the market was watching us now, loosely strung out on the other side of the cash registers and checkout lanes. “It’s the big package. Three hundred feet.”
“So?”
“I wondered if you’d tie one end around your waist before you go out. I’ll let it out. When you feel it come up tight, just tie it around something. It doesn’t matter what. A car door handle would do.”
“What in God’s name for?”
“It will tell me you got at least three hundred feet,” I said.
Something in his eyes flickered ... but only momentarily. “No,” he said.
I shrugged. “Okay. Good luck, anyhow.”
Abruptly the man in the golf cap said, “I’ll do it, mister. No reason not to.”
Norton swung on him, as if to say something sharp, and the man in the golf cap studied him calmly. There was nothing flickering in his eyes. He had made his decision and there was simply no doubt in him. Norton saw it too and said nothing.
“Thanks,” I said.
I slit the wrapping with my pocketknife and the clothesline accordioned out in stiff loops. I found one loose end and tied it around Golf Cap’s waist in a loose granny. He immediately untied it and cinched it tighter with a good quick sheet-bend knot. There was not a sound in the market. Norton shifted uneasily from foot to foot.
“You want to take my knife?” I asked the man in the golf cap.
“I got one.” He looked at me with that same calm contempt. “You just see to paying out your line. If it binds up, I’ll chuck her.”
“Are we all ready?” Norton asked, too loud. The chubby boy jumped as if he had been goosed. Getting no response, Norton turned to go.
“Brent,” I said, and held out my hand. “Good luck, man.”
He studied my hand as if it were some dubious foreign object. “We’ll send back help,” he said finally, and pushed through the OUT door. That thin, acrid smell came in again. The others followed him out.
Mike Hatlen came down and stood beside me. Norton’s party of five stood in the