“He told me,” Hall said. “I went over there after he called me. The guy who broke in doesn’t seem to have messed anything up but the doors, but he definitely searched the place. We’re going to have to invest in some steel fire doors and steel frames. Maybe we can get the landlord to chip in.”
“Were the police there?”
“Yeah. They found out first. A couple of them were the same ones you saw here. They’re trying to confirm it was the same guy. I don’t think anybody doubts it.”
“He didn’t say he had broken into the office, but he’s looking for something Phil had, and I suppose now he’s been to the two most obvious places to find it,” she said.
Ray said carefully, “I don’t want to scare you, Emily, but since he didn’t find it, we’ve-“
“I know. He’ll come back for me.”
“Maybe just to search the house, but…” He shrugged.
“What do you think I should do?”
“We’ve been trying to work that out while you were with the cops. You and I can go through the house now and collect anything that you care much about-jewelry, papers, and so on. Then you sleep somewhere else-a different place each night. Tonight it can be my place, and Dewey and Billy will stay here and take turns keeping watch. Then you go to Dewey’s, and Billy and I stay here.”
“You’re trying to ambush the man?”
“I don’t have very high hopes that the cops will chase him down if they haven’t already. Maybe he left a print, and it will be one they’ve seen before. But the only thing we can do is sit where we know he’ll be and wait for him to show up.”
“I don’t know, Ray. He’s dangerous, probably crazy. He got off on making me feel helpless and powerless. That’s not a good sign. He’s not exactly logical, either. He thinks there’s something Phil had that would be worth a lot of money to him, but he made it clear he doesn’t know what it is. I don’t think you guys should do this.”
“What are you worried about?”
“What else? That he’ll kill one of you.”
“And we’re worried that he’ll kill you.”
Emily shook her head. “Let’s think about this clearly.”
“Meaning what?”
“All I’ve wanted since Phil died was just to find out why this happened to him. Now I know most of it. Phil had this item-this piece of information-about some powerful man. Maybe Phil knew what he had, or maybe he didn’t, but the man thought he did. The man paid someone to lie in wait for Phil and kill him on the street.”
“You’re satisfied with that?”
“Of course not. But it’s a lot more than I knew yesterday. It might be all we’re ever going to know.”
“It’s an opportunity,” Ray said. “It gives us a lead-something to look for-and a couple of places to look. It’s our first breakthrough.”
“It’s the opposite. It gives us a way out of this. We have scary people out looking for this information, and we even know roughly what it is. It’s something this man thinks he can use to get money, either from the powerful man or from the man’s enemies. Don’t you see? It’s just incriminating stuff about somebody we don’t care about. If he paid to have Phil murdered, he’s no friend of mine. What we know for sure is that it’s not worth risking our lives to protect him.”
“You’re suggesting we do nothing?”
“What if we did? What if I just take what I want from this house and walk away from it? Then the man who was here last night could sneak in and look for the information until he finds it. Then he can do whatever he wants with it. Is this powerful man who killed Phil worth dying for?”
“No, but you are.”
“But I just told you-“
“You were the one who wanted to think about this clearly, so think. What if we do walk away?”
“Then everybody goes away happy but the man who had Phil murdered.”
“The other man-the intruder in the ski mask-has already searched the agency office. He didn’t find anything, so he came here to your house. Suppose we abandon the house and let him tear it apart searching for whatever Phil hid. And the office, too. What if he looks everywhere and doesn’t find it?”
“I think he will find it,” Emily said.
“You and I have both been searching for over a week, looking for anything that might explain what happened. I didn’t find anything incriminating about a powerful man. Did you?”
“I didn’t know what to look for. He knows the name of the man.”
“We knew Phil, and we had access to every hiding place.”
“All right,” she said. “Say he searches everywhere, and doesn’t find any more than we did. Then what? He realizes it’s a lost cause and goes away.”
“But that isn’t what he did. He didn’t come during the day, when you would be gone, and search the house. He came here at night, when he knew you would be here alone, and put a gun to your head. And he wasn’t planning to tie you up and leave you in the guest room when he left. He did that only because Dewey showed up unexpectedly. He was planning to take you with him.”
“But-“
“And if we let him search your house for whatever it is and go away without it, we’ve lost our best chance. Where will he show up next? Wherever you are, as soon as you’re alone again.”
Emily stared at him for a few seconds. Finally she said, “All right. I’ll get a suitcase.”
Emily went upstairs to the bedroom. It was hard for her to look at the room. It wasn’t a sanctuary now because it was the place where she had been in the greatest danger of her life. It wasn’t even a private place anymore, after about ten cops had trooped through, looking at the clothes she had left on the floor when the man had made her take them off, dusting the furniture for prints, crawling around looking for anything that might later prove some suspect had been the intruder.
Emily had an overpowering urge to get out, to never be alone in this house again. But first she needed to collect the things that she couldn’t afford to leave behind. She pulled two big suitcases from the bedroom down the hall, opened one on the floor of her bedroom, and began to pack. She filled the first one with clothes, then opened the other one and began to fill it. There were tax returns and credit-card bills and bank statements that he could use to rob her. There were address books and letters that he could use to find her. And when she had brought all of the practical things she could think of, she put in the photo album with pictures of her dead husband and son. And there was still the problem of the locked box bolted to the closet wall behind Phil’s clothes. She had thought about the box a hundred times while the man had her cornered in this room.
Emily stepped into the walk-in closet and stumbled over one of the cartons she had left on Phil’s side. It was full of shoes that she had been planning to drive to the Goodwill thrift store. Beyond it was the gun safe. She used the combination Phil had told her. It was the house number of his parents’ house when she had first met him. The fact that they were gone now-and so was he-made pushing the four numbers feel strange, but the metal door swung open.
Inside was the big Springfield Armory .45 ACP pistol. It looked to her a lot like the gun that the man in the ski mask had pointed at her a few hours ago. She took it out of the box, feeling anxious. She found the catch that released the magazine into her hand, and held the magazine for a few seconds. It was light, just a hollow shell of metal with a spring inside. There were no bullets in it. She replaced the magazine and took the other gun out of the box. This one was a Glock Sub-Compact 9mm pistol. She found the magazine release on that one, too, held her breath, and pushed it. She held the magazine in her hand. She felt the light emptiness of it, looked down, and realized that tears had formed in her eyes.
If she had managed to get to the back of the closet, opened the box, and pulled out one of the guns, it would have been empty, and she would be dead. Every time she had sensed that the man’s attention was flagging, every time his eyes strayed from her, she had urged herself to take the chance. She had accused herself of cowardice. All along, she had known that as soon as she was alone, she would come, open the box, and look.