James_Grippando_ _Jack_Swyteck_06_ _When_Darkness

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Why don t you listen to me?
He waited a few moments, and finally he answered his own question, speaking
as if he were Jack. I m listening, Falcon. I just don t want to play any more
guessing games.
Another sudden change of expression, and Falcon was himself again. You ll
play whatever game I want you to play. Tell me, Swyteck. It s not a secret.
What do I want? What do Ireally want?
He mulled it over, now playing Jack. To speak to Alicia Mendoza?
Nah, that s old news. This bullshit has gone on way too long. You can t
solve things that easy. Not this late in the game.
Another role change. Then just tell me what you want.
He was suddenly Falcon again, leaning closer to the bag, as if to stress the
importance of his point. Okay, here s what I want: I want to hear Aliciabeg
to talk to me.
Falcon chuckled in reply, the way Jack might. That s not going to happen,
pal.
Oh, yes, it will, Swyteck. Before long, she ll want to talk to me so bad it
hurts. She ll want it so bad that she won t ever forget who Falcon is. And
when we re done, she ll thank me. She really will. She ll thank me.
It was strange to watch a man carry on a conversation so convincingly, as if
Jack were in the room, but it suddenly occurred to Theo that Falcon wasn t
delusional. This time, he was crazy like a fox. Falcon had figured it out
before Theo. There was a microphone in the bag, and from the look in Falcon s
eye, Theo could tell that he was about to tear the bag apart and destroy it.
Before that happened, Theo wanted to convey one last bit of information to
Jack. Hey, Falcon.
He looked in Theo s general direction, but he was still too busy keeping up
both ends of his conversation with Jack to focus on Theo.
Theo said, The girl in the bathtub really needs a doctor.
Falcon didn t answer.
Did you hear me? said Theo, speaking in a voice that was loud enough to be
picked up by the listening device. I said, the girl in the bathroom is hurt
and really needs a doctor.
Falcon picked up the paper bag and dumped the food, drinks, and metal beads
onto the floor. He took the beads and laid them in the corner beside his
generator. Then, slowly, he tore the grocery bag at the corners and laid the
brown paper flat on the floor like a doormat. He began walking on it, ever so
carefully, like a man fearful of stepping on a landmine.
A doctor, huh? he said with his second step. You say the girl needs a
doctor? Another step. That s really too bad. Because the doctor is nowhere
to be found.
He took two more steps, inching closer to the crisscrossing seams of the
bag s double bottom. But if you find him, he said, raising his foot, as if
poised to kill a cockroach, if you do manage to talk to that chickenshit
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doctor, you be sure to ask aboutla bruja .
He brought his foot down with full force, and the smashing of the tiny
microphone between the seams made a small pop that could be heard across the
room. The witch, he added, but only for Theo s benefit.
chapter 43
In a reflective moment outside his mobile command center, Vince allowed
himself to wonder what he was missing.
Vince didn t think of himself as an existentialist, but, ironically, his
blindness almost forced him to step outside his own body and see himself.
Sometimes he saw a happy Vince adapting to a world that didn t depend on
sight. He knew the smell of Alicia s perfume and how it faded as the day wore
on. He could hear footsteps around him and even differentiate between the
heavy plod of SWAT members and the lighter step of Alicia as she walked away,
toward the restaurant, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He could feel the
breeze on his face and smell the Laundromat down the street. He heard
helicopters overhead, the buzz of traffic a block away as it was being
rerouted around the barricades on Biscayne Boulevard. With a little extra
concentration, he could suddenly distinguish buses from trucks, trucks from
cars, little cars from gas-guzzlers. Nearby, a pigeon cooed, then another, and
it sounded as though they were scrapping over a piece of bread or perhaps a
bagel that someone had dropped in the parking lot. A car door slammed. Men
were talking in the distance. No, not just men there was a woman, too, though
Vince couldn t make out the words. In some ways, he was more aware of his
surroundings, or at least of certain details of his surroundings, than many
sighted persons.
Other times, however, he looked at himself and saw a foolish Vince who
blithely skated by in a world that acted upon him and described itself to him
through sound, smell, taste, and touch. The foolish Vince failed to realize
that he lived his life largely in a reactive posture, failed to appreciate
that things still existed even if they concealed themselves and did not call
out to him for recognition.
He wondered where the patches of silence lay in this assignment, and he
wondered what secrets they held.
Paulo, said Sergeant Chavez.
Vince turned at the voice and faced the SWAT leader. Yeah?
Chief Renfro s on the line. Wants us to conference. Come on, in the SWAT
van. He took Vince by the arm and tried to steer him toward the van. Vince
resisted, not because he didn t want to go but because Chavez was apparently
of the mind that blind folks should wear a brass ring in the nose so they
could be led around like stray calves. My hand at your elbow will work just
fine, said Vince.
They entered the van through the side door. Chavez directed Vince to one of
the captain s chairs, took the other one for himself, and slid the door shut.
We re all here, Chief, Chavez said into the speakerphone.
Good, said Renfro, her voice resonating over the speaker.
You want another update already? said Vince.
Not unless something s changed in the last five minutes.
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No change.
Good, said the chief. Chavez and I were just talking, and we have both
reached the very same and firm conclusion. I know you won t like this, but
it s time to start angling for a kill shot.
What?
We re going to take him out, said Chavez, as if translating.
But he just admitted that he has no bomb, said Vince.
The chief said, We don t give that any credence. Falcon clearly knew there
was a listening device hidden in the bag when he said there was no bomb.
I don t think he was trying to trick us.
Doesn t matter, said Chavez. The message from Theo Knight was loud and
clear. There s someone inside the bathroom who s hurt and needs a doctor. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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