For a moment I was tempted to go hole up at the trendy cafe where the local house-husbands went to sip herb tea and write in their diaries. It wasn’t that I was seriously concerned about being arrested again, although there was always the possibility of some unexpected development in the investigation. But even the prospect of having to answer another set of questions designed to trap me into some inconsistency seemed too grim to contemplate. I just wanted to be left alone.
But I knew this was dumb. If the police wanted to question me, there was nothing I could do. Better to get it over with now. I carried on down the hill, clutching my sad sack of goodies. Our gate was open. I walked up the steps to the porch. The lace curtains of the living room window were drawn. I opened the front door and called, “Hi, I’m home.” There was no answer.
Setting the groceries down on the table in the hall, I walked through into the living room. It seemed to be empty, but I could hear a strange noise, like someone humming tunelessly. Although it was such a lovely day, the blind over the window looking on to the garden was lowered. A black bag I’d never seen before lay on the pine table. I rounded the section of wall forming a kind of proscenium arch into the dining area, and stopped. Andrea was on her knees in the corner of the room, looking up at me imploringly. Her wrists and ankles were handcuffed together and a patch of tape covered her mouth. She was trying desperately to speak, but all that emerged was the inarticulate humming I had heard. Then something cold and hard touched the nape of my neck.
“Hi, Phil. I’m home too.”
I felt my skin prickle. I couldn’t see who was standing behind me, but I knew the voice. I also knew that the person it belonged to was dead.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. What was happening was impossible.
“Do it, or I’ll blow your brains out right now!”
Mechanically, I obeyed. I felt a handcuff bite into one wrist, then the other. Then a vicious kick at the back of my knees sent me crashing to the floor.
“Kneel!” said the voice.
By pushing with my shoulder against the sofa, I managed to get to my knees. My ankles were locked together with another double click. There was a tearing sound, and then a hand was clamped to my face, pressing a sticky surface hard over my lips, gluing them together. A figure moved into the space between me and Andrea. I looked up, and the impossibility was confirmed. The man in a black uniform standing over us with a gun in his hand was Sam.
“Big surprise, huh?” he sneered. “Ripley’s Believe It or Not. And you didn’t, did you, Phil? I laid it all out for you. I shared the Secret with you, and you still didn’t believe. Mark and Rick and the rest, they didn’t believe either. They demanded proof. Well, they got their proof, just like you’re going to.”
He burst into a savage laugh.
“They accused me of making mistakes! And I did make a mistake. The mistake I made was thinking that they were worthy of sharing the Secret. I didn’t want to be alone, you see. I didn’t want to have to bear this great burden alone.”
He nodded gravely.
“Like the first Christ, I wanted the cup to pass from me. I told myself that there were other people out there as real as me, and that I could recognize them. Well, I’ve been punished for my weakness, justly punished. I accept the bitter truth now. I am alone, and always will be. What happened on the island proved that. They were all destroyed, but I survived. Plus you two, and the kid.”
He broke off, as though a confusing thought had just struck him. Then he reached forward and ripped the tape off my mouth.
“Where is he?”
I could hear the faint sound of the TV down in the basement.
“At a friend’s,” I said.
Sam nodded reflectively.
“In that case he gets to live. That’s the way it works. That’s how God protects his chosen ones. You thought maybe he suspended the laws of physics for us, so a bullet fired into our brains wouldn’t penetrate the skull? I told you, Phil, things are set up like this to make faith both possible and necessary. If some people got a special deal, it would be obvious that God was protecting them. But it doesn’t work like that. This gun would kill me just like it’s going to kill you two. The reason it doesn’t is because it’s never fired!”
He laughed again.
“I’m living proof of that! There I was, trapped in the hall with all the others, surrounded by three crack shots who gunned down anyone who came out. The hall is torched and burns to the ground, and pretty soon afterward the whole island is crawling with cops. Yet I walked out of there without a scratch on me, as easy as checking out of a hotel! You want miracles? There’s a miracle!”
“So how did you do it?” I asked.
The longer I kept Sam talking, the more chance there was someone might come to the door and scare him off. Or maybe he’d crack up and go over the edge. The way he was acting, it looked like he was high on something. If I could spin things out, it just might turn on him. It was a chance at least, the only one we had.
“How did I do it?” he echoed. “I had faith, Phil, the faith that moves mountains. I knew I couldn’t be harmed. I knew God wouldn’t let that happen. But I also knew that I couldn’t just sit there and expect Him to stop the world and let me get off. God helps those who help themselves!”
He had started pacing up and down the dining area, swiveling around every four paces. His face was pale and strained with a manic energy.
“Those fuckers had us pinned down, right? Mark on one side, Lenny on the other, Rick out front. Lenny was the one I went for. I knew he was only going along with the others out of weakness. Lenny was too scared to stand up to Mark, but I knew he couldn’t stand up to me either. I opened the window in my room and called to him, told him I wanted to talk. Then I climbed out and walked over to him.”
Sam looked at me with contempt.
“You couldn’t have done that, Phil, for all your fancy talk. Walk up to a guy who’s crouching down twenty feet away holding a Cobray automatic on you, just staring him down! I knew he wouldn’t fire, you see. I knew God wouldn’t let him. I kept on talking to him the whole time, telling him how this was all a terrible mistake, urging him to come over to our side. In the end he lowered the gun. He knew he couldn’t use it. I walked right up to him, and when I was close enough I pulled out my pistol and shot him in the face.”
He paused, listening. I too had heard something, a faint click, then a scuffling sound. I knew it must be David. The program he’d been watching was over and he was now coming upstairs. I glanced at Sam, and realized that he’d read my expression perfectly. He ran through to the kitchen and I heard the door to the basement open. I turned my head toward Andrea, but I couldn’t bear the look of helpless anguish in her eyes. There was nothing either of us could do for David now.
It seemed an eternity before Sam returned. When he did, he was alone.
“How come the TV’s on?” he demanded.
I shot another glance at Andrea. Had David managed to hide somewhere? Perhaps God really was protecting him. I hoped someone was.
“He always leaves it on,” I said. “He thinks those are real people in there, and if you switch it off they die.”
Sam’s eyes bored into mine. He had seen the look on my face earlier, and was still suspicious, but his desire to maintain an aura of omnipotence made it difficult for him to show any uncertainty or doubt.
“But how on earth did you get off the island?” I asked, to get him back on track. “The police searched the whole place with dogs.”
Sam smiled, secure and superior again.