“Now, Carl, I can’t let you go in there.”
Carl, the man had called him-like he knew him or something. Maybe he did-Carl wasn’t sure. His vision was blurred and he was having a hard time making out the lines of the man’s face.
“Why don’t you just leave those nice folks alone?”
He was a big man, this neighbor was, Carl noted. But he knew he could take him. He hadn’t spent all that time at the academy learning exotic self-defense methods for nothing. The man was an obstacle, that’s all. An obstacle between him and his family. And he’d had about as much of those obstacles as he could take.
“Be reasonable, man. It’s time to get on with your life.”
Don’t you see? That’s what I’m trying to do, Carl thought, but somehow he couldn’t make the words come out. It didn’t matter. This was no time for words.
Carl reared back his fist and aimed a roundhouse punch at the neighbor’s chin. The man ducked, managing to avoid the swing.
“Don’t make me hurt you, Carl. It’s Christmas Eve. I don’t wanna-”
“I will not let you keep me from my family!” Carl bellowed, then charged, gun at the ready. The neighbor turned and ran, looking as if he’d stared Death straight in the eye.
Once he’d chased the man out of the yard, Carl turned back toward the house, propelled by his confusion and rage. “I will not let you keep me from my family!” he shouted, waving his gun in the air.
“Not anyone. Not anymore!”
Inside the house, Frank and Bonnie crouched beneath the front window.
Frank tossed the pistol absently from one hand to the other. “Is it time?”
Bonnie smiled, then stroked him affectionately. “Not quite yet.”
Megan pushed her car to the limit. She could hear the frame of the old rattletrap Toyota vibrating ominously, but she put it out of her mind. She blitzed down Lincoln Boulevard as quickly as she could, blazing a trail to Bonnie’s house.
As she turned onto Fifteenth, she saw two black-and-white police cars making the same turn just ahead of her. Thank God-the word had gotten through. If Carl was desperate enough to violate the restraining order, to return to the house only hours after that scene this morning, he must’ve lost control, must’ve lost all grip on reality. There was no telling what he might do.
She pushed her little car down the seemingly endless length of Fifteenth Street, just praying that she and the cops got there in time.
Even in the midst of his rage, Carl remembered that she had told him not to come to the door. Wait outside, she had said. I want to surprise Tommy.
Well, here he was. He had fought like a maniac to get here. So where was she?
“Bonnie!” he cried out, but there was no response. “Bonnie!”
He couldn’t bear to wait any longer. He ran up to the front door and began pounding.
“Bonnie!” he shouted, battering the door already splintered by his assault this morning. “Bonnie, I’m here! I’m ready!”
There was still no response. Carl could feel sweat breaking out all over his body, chilling him. He didn’t know how or why, but he had the distinct feeling that his most cherished dream was falling apart before it had ever really begun.
“Bonnie!” he cried. He started moving toward the window when he heard police cars making a beeline down the street. The shrill sirens raised the short hairs on the back of his neck. He knew if they saw him, they’d haul him away. He didn’t have much time.
“Bonnie! Please!” Why didn’t she open the door? He couldn’t understand it. He knew she wanted him; she’d told him so. There must be something wrong, some horrible misunderstanding.
The first police car door opened.
“I just want to be with my family!” Carl cried out. His voice dripped with confusion and anguish. “I just want to be with my boy on Christmas Eve!”
“Don’t do anything stupid,” one of the cops said, his voice transformed into a metallic squawk by the electric bullhorn. “Drop the gun.”
“No!”
“You can’t win. We have you surrounded. You cannot escape. And we will not let you enter that house!”
Carl glanced over his shoulder. The cops were out of their cars, three of them now. The doors were out and the officers were crouched behind them, primed and ready to shoot.
He could think of only one thing to do, one last chance. He knew the front bay window was weakened; he’d put his arm through it only this morning. If he hit it at top speed…
“I’m coming, Bonnie!” He crouched down in a sprinter’s start and flew toward the broken window. He was barely five feet away when a chorus of shots rang out.
Carl stopped in his tracks. He froze up, twitching like a man having a seizure. And then he fell, like a man with no legs, tumbling into a heap on the yellow grass.
14
Still peering through the window, Bonnie couldn’t help but express her amazement. “Nice shooting.”
Frank caressed the hot barrel of his gun. “I aim to please,” he said. “If you’ll pardon the pun.”
Bonnie grinned, then turned her eyes back out toward the front yard. “Next time the cops fire-finish him.”
Megan screeched to a stop just as the shots rang out. No! she thought. I’m too late. I’ve failed her.
She jumped out of the car and ran toward the line of police cars barricading the street. “What’s happening?” she asked, breathless, as she ran up behind them. “Are Bonnie and Tommy all right?”
“Stay back, lady,” one of them growled.
Megan took one look and screamed. “Bonnie!” Ignoring the police, she ran forward, making a beeline for the front door of the house.
“Lady!” one of the cops barked, but Megan kept running. She could see now that Carl was lying in a bloody heap on the grass; she didn’t see how he could possibly do her any harm.
She stopped when she reached the body, then groped stupidly for a pulse.
He was still alive.
“Where the hell did she come from?” Frank growled, lowering his gun. “Who is she?”
“It’s the lawyer!” Bonnie answered. “Damn!” She had expected Megan to come, but not so soon, not spoiling everything.
“I can’t tell if he’s dead!” Frank spat the words out.
Bonnie whirled around, livid. “I know that, idiot.”
“What are we going to do now?” He grabbed her by the arms and shook her. “Tell me that, will you? What are we going to do now?”
Bonnie broke out of his grasp, cursing under her breath. “I’ll think of something.”
“Call an ambulance!” Megan cried. The three cops were moving her way, but one of them ran back to radio for the medics.
Megan stood up, raced toward the window. “Bonnie? Are you in there? Are you all right?”
A few moments later, the front door cracked, open. “Megan?” a subdued voice whispered.
“Bonnie!” Megan ran toward the front door. They fell into each other’s arms at the halfway point.
“Oh, Megan!” Bonnie sobbed. Her face was streaked with tears; her voice was trembling. “I–I was so frightened.”
Megan led her back to sit on the front steps. “What happened?”
Several seconds passed as Bonnie tried to collect herself. “I was so scared. Even worse than before.” She cradled her knees and hugged them close to her. “So scared.”
“What did he do?”
She was breathing in short, broken gasps. “He just showed up, shouting and threatening. Said he was going to kill me. Said he was going to kill us all.”
“What did you do?”
“I called the police, like you said. Thank God they got here quickly. He was crazy, Megan, just crazy. He tried to throw himself through the bay window.”
Megan took Bonnie’s head in her lap and held her tight. “It’s all right, Bonnie. It’s going to be all right. It’s all over now.”
“I–I just wish it hadn’t had to happen like this,” she said, sorrow tinging every syllable. “Poor Carl. What away to go.”