I leaned forward and pushed the knife against his throat, not the blade ’cause that’s real sharp but the blunt edge, and I told him to be quiet.
Another car went past, no light this time but it was going slower, and all of a sudden I got to thinking what if they do a door-to-door search?
“Why did he do it? Why’d he kill them?”
And funny, the way he said he made me feel a little better ’cause it was like he didn’t blame me for it. I mean, it was Toth’s fault. Not mine.
Weller kept going. “I don’t get it. That man by the counter? The tall one. He was just standing there. He didn’t do anything. He just shot him down.”
But neither of us said nothing. Probably Toth because he didn’t know why he’d shot them. And me because I didn’t owe this guy any answers. I had him in my hand. Completely, and I had to let him know that. I didn’t have to talk to him.
But the guy. Weller, he didn’t say anything else. And I got this weird sense. Like this pressure building up. You know, because nobody was answering his damn stupid question. I fell this urge to say something. Anything. And that was the last thing I wanted to do. So I said, “I’m gonna move the car into the garage.” And I went outside to do it.
I was a little spooked after the shootout. And I went through the garage pretty good. Just to make sure. But there wasn’t nothing inside except tools and an old Snapper lawn mower. So I drove the Buick inside and closed the door. And went back into the house.
And then I couldn’t believe what happened. I mean, Jesus...
When I walked into the living room, the first thing I heard was Toth saying, “No, way, man. I’m not snitching on Jack Prescot.”
I just stood there. And you should’ve seen the look on his face. He knew he’d blown it big.
Now this Weller guy knew my name.
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t have to. Toth started talking real fast and nervous, “He said he’d pay me some big bucks to let him go.” Trying to turn it around, make it Weller’s fault. “I mean. I wasn’t going to. I wasn’t even thinking ’bout it, man. I told him for-get it.”
“I figured that,” I said. “So? What’s that got to do with tellin’ him my name?”
“I don’t know, man. He confused me. I wasn’t thinking.”
I’ll say he wasn’t. He hadn’t been thinking all night.
I sighed to let him know I wasn’t happy, but I just clapped him on the shoulder. “Okay.” I said. “S’been a long night. These things happen.”
“I’m sorry, man. Really.”
“Yeah. Maybe you better go spend the night in the garage or something. Or upstairs. I don’t want to see you around for a while.”
“Sure.”
And the funny thing was, it was that Weller gave this little snicker or something. Like he knew what was coming. How’d he know that? I wondered.
Toth went to pick up a couple of magazines and the knapsack with his gun in it and extra rounds.
Normally, killing somebody with a knife is a hard thing to do. I say normally even though I’ve only done it one other time. But I remember it, and it was messy and hard work. But tonight, I don’t know, I was all filled up with this... feeling from the drugstore. Mad. I mean, really. Crazy, too, a little. And as soon as Toth turned his back, I went to work, and it wasn’t three minutes later it was over. I drug his body behind the couch and then — why not — I pulled Weller’s hood off. He already knew my name. He might as well see my face.
He was a dead man. We both knew it.
“You were thinking of holding me for ransom, right?”
I stood at the window and looked out. Another cop car went past, and there were more flashing lights bouncing off the low clouds and off the face of The Lookout, right over our heads. Weller had a thin face and short hair, cut real neat. He looked like every ass-kissing businessman I’d ever met. His eyes were dark and calm, and it made me even madder he wasn’t shook up looking at that big bloodstain on the rug and floor.
“No,” I told him.
He looked at the pile of stuff I’d taken from his wallet and kept going like I hadn’t said anything. “It won’t work. A kidnapping. I don’t have a lot of money, and if you saw my business car and’re thinking I’m an executive at the company, they have about five hundred vice presidents. They won’t pay diddly for me. And you see those kids in the picture? It was taken twelve years ago. They’re both in college now.”
“Where,” I asked, sneering. “Harvard?”
“One’s at Harvard,” he said, like he was snapping at me. “And one’s at Northwestern. So the house’s mortgaged to the hilt. Besides, kidnapping somebody by yourself? No, you couldn’t bring that off.”
He saw the way I looked at him, and he said, “I don’t mean you personally. I mean somebody by himself. You’d need partners.”
And I figured he was right. The ransom thing was looking, I don’t know, tricky.
That silence again. Nobody saying nothing and it was like the room was filling up with cold water. I walked to the window and the floors creaked under my feet, and that only made things worse. I remember one time my dad said that a house had a voice of its own, and some houses were laughing houses and some were forlorn. Well, this was a forlorn house. Yeah, it was modern and clean and the National Geographics were all in order, but it was still forlorn.
Just when I felt like shouting because of the tension. Weller said, “I don’t want you to kill me.”
“Who said I was going to kill you?”
He gave me this funny little smile. “I’ve been a salesman for twenty-five years. I’ve sold pets and Cadillacs and typesetters, and lately I’ve been selling mainframe computers. I know when I’m being handed a line. You’re going to kill me. It was the first thing you thought of when you heard him—” nodding toward Toth “—say your name.”
I just laughed at him. “Well, that’s a damn handy thing to be, sorta a walking lie detector,” I said, and I was being sarcastic.
But he just said, “Damn handy,” like he was agreeing with me.
“I don’t want to kill you.”
“Oh, I know you don’t want to. You didn’t want your friend to kill anybody back there at the drugstore either. I could see that. But people got killed, and that ups the stakes. Right?”
And those eyes of his, they just dug into me, and I couldn’t say anything.
“But,” he said. “I’m going to talk you out of it.”
He sounded real certain and that made me feel better. ’Cause I’d rather kill a cocky son of a bitch than a pathetic one. And so I laughed. “Talk me out of it?”
“I’m going to try.”
“Yeah? How you gonna do that?”
Weller cleared his throat a little. “First, let’s get everything on the table. I’ve seen your face, and I know your name. Jack Prescot. Right? You’re, what? about five-nine, a hundred fifty pounds, black hair. So you’ve got to assume I can identify you. I’m not going to play any games and say I didn’t see you clearly or hear who you were. Or anything like that. We all squared away on that. Jack?”
I nodded, rolling my eyes like this was all a load of crap. But I gotta admit I was kinda curious what he had to say.
“My promise,” he said, “is that I won’t turn you in. Not under any circumstances. The police’ll never learn your name from me. Or your description. I’ll never testify against you.”
Sounding honest as a priest. Real slick delivery. Well, he was a salesman, and I wasn’t going to buy it. But he didn’t know I was onto him. Let him give me his pitch, let him think I was going along. When it came down to it, after we’d got away and were somewhere in the woods upstate. I’d want him relaxed. Thinking he was going to get away. No screaming, no hassles. Just two fast cuts and that’d be it.