“It’s right up the hill. Six blocks, maybe. Why?"
"Making connections,” Lucas said. “Thanks.” And that’s where the Austins had an airplane hangar, but no airplane.
HE LOOKED AT his watch: noon, and he was hungry, and not too far from home. The refrigerator was full of healthy stuff-salads, tofu, yogurts, turkey breast. He stopped at Baker’s Square Restaurant and had the French Dip without the dip, hold the fries, and a piece of raspberry pie as a replacement for the fries that were rightfully his.
He was finishing the pie when Shrake called from the Heather watch. “Maybe you better get over here.”
“What’s up?"
"Heather just took a call. She listened for five seconds, then she hung up, and right now she’s sitting on the couch, with her arms crossed, looking at the door.”
“Call SWAT. Tell them to stage up,” Lucas said. “No goddamn lights or sirens. Let’s get it on. I’m down on Ford parkway, I gotta get my vest, it’s in my truck. I’ll be there in ten.”
He threw fifteen dollars at the cashier, said, “Use the rest for a tip,” and ran to the car, pulled it around, headed up Mt. Curve and then over to Mississippi River Boulevard, running stop signs, punched up the garage door, ran up to the truck, grabbed the duffel bag with his vest, ran back to the Porsche and was out the driveway in four minutes. Eight minutes later, having parked around a full block, he was climbing the stairs to the apartment, hauling along the duffel bag.
Del was there, looking like a hippie except for his bulletproof vest, worn loose around his shoulders. Shrake and Jenkins hadn’t yet armored up, Kevlar helmets sitting on the table like lost turtles, vests on the floor. Shrake said, “St. Paul says the SWAT will be at the church in four or five minutes. They were all briefed yesterday afternoon, they were ready, so if this isn’t just a fuck- up, we oughta be good.”
“… in four or five minutes,” Lucas said, standing on his tiptoes, back in the dark, trying to see the street. “Nobody out there. Looks like fuckin’ High Noon.”
“I’m gonna feel like an asshole if nothing happens,” Shrake said. “Calling everybody in.”
“You are an asshole,” Jenkins said. “I want you to know, Jenkins made me do it,” Shrake told Lucas. “I mean, if this doesn’t work out."
"Anybody coming, anybody going?” Lucas asked.“Two cars, two minutes before you got here. Nobody in the apartment. Heather just sits there.”
“Well, something’s happening,” Lucas said.
TEN MINUTES. Lucas went to the bathroom to pee, came back out, said, “Somebody took all the paper towels.”
“Here’s something,” Del said. “She’s up.” Heather went to the door, opened it. A man was there in a dark blue peacoat and sunglasses, and she threw her arms around his neck, pulling herself up to his throat. He bent to kiss her, and two other guys crowded in behind him, and Shrake said, “Let’s go, let’s go…”
The guy walked past Heather, looked around, then moved up to the windows and pulled the shades. Lucas said to Del, “Put the glasses on him if he comes up to the window again. I don’t think that’s Siggy. He doesn’t walk like Siggy.”
“Then who in the hell was she kissing?” Shrake asked. The guy pulled the shades on the second window, and Del said, “Shit, he looks like Siggy, but I think you’re right. He’s a dummy."
"Gimme the glasses,” Jenkins said. “I know the fucker pretty good.” The guy appeared in the last window on the left, the kitchen, and pulled the shade, and Jenkins, peering through the 12x36 image stabilized binoculars, said, “Goddamnit. He does look like Siggy. And goddamnit, they’re pulling our weenies. That’s not him.”
“You’re sure?"
"Yeah-you know how? His earlobes are wrong,” Jenkins said
“Siggy plays with his earring. He did it all the way through the bail hearing, kept playing with that diamond, big as a lemon drop, and he’s got these great big fat fleshy earlobes. This guy’s got no earlobes at all, and his mouth isn’t quite right. Jesus, he looks like him. He’s got the haircut, but that ain’t him.”
Lucas looked at Shrake: “Talk to the SWAT. This is just more security… he’s coming in.”
“How’re we going to see him with the shades down?” Jenkins asked.
“The shades aren’t down in the bedroom,” Lucas said. “Siggy’s a horny bastard, he’s gonna nail her the minute he comes through the door. Unless they pull the shades down.”
“Unless he’s been getting some tail down in Miami,” Jenkins said. “They got some primo stuff down there.”
“He’s a family man,” Shrake said. “Even if he’s been getting it three times a day, he’ll try to prove to her he didn’t. I know what the guy’s like.”
Del said, “But what if that tummy bump isn’t his work? Then what?”
FIVE MINUTES.
Del said, “One of the guys was peeking at us, out of the kitchen window. He’s got glasses.”
“Can’t see in, we’re okay,” Shrake said. When they took the apartment, they’d covered the windows with a thin gray 3M film. From the other side of the street, it looked like you could see in, but you couldn’t.
Jenkins said, “They’re in the street. One of them is coming right at the drugstore.”
“You know what? He’s going to ask about us,” Del said.“How many of them know about us?” Lucas asked. “Phil and Ann. They’re the only ones,” Del said. He had his phone in his hand, and he was speed- dialing. A moment later, he said, “Phil? This is Del. There’s a guy coming in the door. He’ll ask you who lives up here. Let somebody else answer-get out the back or something. Get Ann out of the way, too. He’s wearing a leather jacket, he’s just coming up to the door, now. Just get out of sight… don’t try to fake him out, he’ll read your face.”
Phil called, Del listened. To Lucas: “The guy just left, he talked to Nancy, the pharmacist, she told him nobody lives here right now. Phil said it looked like he was headed around back, to the door.”
“Snap-latch, should be locked,” Lucas said. They went quiet, listening. Nobody came up the stairs.
TWO MINUTES: they saw the guy come back around the end of the drugstore, and head across the street. He was talking on a cell phone.
“Get ready,” Lucas said.
Siggy showed up, but they didn’t know it. They found out later that he was in a raggedy ass Chevrolet that turned down into the parking garage entrance, and disappeared.
Jenkins wondered, “Why didn’t she go to him?"
"Kid,” Lucas suggested.
“Leave the kid with Mom. Meet in a hotel across town. She comes in at a preset time, his security is all set up, they see if anybody comes in behind her.”
“Maybe you ought to suggest that for next time,” Shrake said. “He doesn’t believe we’d still be here,” Lucas said. “It’s been too long."
"He knows we just busted Antsy."
"But that was Antsy’s fault,” Lucas said. “He doesn’t believe-"
"Wait- wait,” Del said, urgently, and they all looked at the remaining open window, and Heather was there laughing, in the arms of a big man who reached out and pulled the blind, and they were already tumbling toward the bed when the blind came down, and Jenkins said, “Hello, Siggy.”
LUCAS TALKED TO the SWAT commander: “We know he’s got at least three security guys- we’ve seen them. He might’ve had more people with him, when he came in. You gotta count on five or six guys. Just looking at them, I’d say they’re cocked and ready to go.”
The SWAT started in, and Lucas, Shrake, and Jenkins armored up, heavy stuff with drop- down groin protection and Level IV armor plates in the chest and back. Del slapped the Velcro bands around his vest and they all put on helmets. Shrake had an M16, Jenkins his 12 gauge pump, Lucas and Del their pistols.