“What if it’s not the same guy?” asked Stephen.
“I found this,” said Jack. He held out a piece of paper folded in quarters and quite wrinkled. Stephen unfolded it and saw the logo of United Airlines at the top of the page. Reading down, he saw that it was an itinerary showing a round-trip schedule from Manchester, New Hampshire, to Albuquerque. The name listed was Patrick Bateman.
“The name is fake,” said Jack. “It’s the name of a serial killer from a movie.”
“So, you’ve got another kidnapping and a plane ticket to the same place,” stated Stephen.
“Yeah — I think it’s pretty clear,” said Jack.
“What if he’s got a partner?” asked Stephen.
“I don’t think so,” said Jack. “These guys always work alone.”
“Okay, so he gets back,” Stephen scanned down the sheet, “on Friday then?”
“Yeah,” said Jack. “And I want to make sure I’ve got everything in place by Wednesday.”
“What do you need me to do?” asked Stephen.
“I need you to go back there one more time,” said Jack. “I need some help moving something heavy, and I want you to watch on the video while I try something.”
“That’s great, so you need help while you do stuff and things? Real clear there, Jack,” said Stephen.
“It’s no big deal, it’s just hard to describe,” said Jack. “Easier to show you.”
CHAPTER 19
The Boy
The boy stepped down the stairs and paused at a landing. He wished he could find a window or door, but the stairs continued down and he had spent enough time in the basement of this building to know that he didn’t want to ever go back there again.
Struck with indecision, he looked back up the stairs towards the room with the dead cat. Before the spikes had impaled it, the cat had been eating, so somebody must come to this part of the building. The man might be very close to him right now, and anyone close could have heard the awful noise the cat had made while dying.
He shook his head and tried to get that sound out of his head. Back in the chair, he had learned to control his panic. Now, he found himself fighting for control again. It wasn’t a battle you could win forever; panic would always come back stronger.
He sat down. He glanced back and forth — upstairs, then down. He pointed his flickering otoscope upstairs, then down. After about ten minutes of overload, he rallied. He remembered the feeling of being caught and he desperately didn’t want to experience that again. Back on his feet, he took a deep breath and headed down.
Five steps down, he discovered another landing and had to take a right. A couple more turns, through a door, and he found himself back on a cold, tile floor.
The boy took a few tentative steps down the hall. Up ahead he could see a thin strip of light on the floor along the right-hand wall. As he approached, the boy realized the light was coming from beneath a door. An electronic beep sounded above him. The red light of another camera turned on.
Despair flooded through the boy, and he felt helpless to shake it off. After everything, he stood right back in the same situation. He considered his options — he could run upstairs and try to find one of the third-floor windows he had spotted earlier. He could press further down this hall, or he could try the door.
The boy couldn't make a decision; too much weighed on his choice. He felt sleepy, and gave into the feeling. He just wanted to sit down for a minute, to think it all through. The boy leaned heavily on the wall as his legs weakened. He slid down the wall and dropped his head to his chest. His left hand flicked off the wavering otoscope and his only light was leaking from under the door next him.
A loud bang startled him. He raised his eyes, but his head didn’t move. A second later, blinding overhead lights came on, forcing him to squint. He didn’t move. Another noise down the hall drew his gaze. He saw a large form approaching. He didn’t try to run.
CHAPTER 20
Jack
On Monday night the boys sat in front of the television. Jack didn't pay attention to the program — something about a club of people who investigated haunted houses. He was too busy reviewing his plans.
Jack attacked problems with fierce concentration, but few things occupied his full attention for long. He relished the small number of challenges that had really taxed him. The first he remembered was a set of IQ tests his parents had arranged when he was still in grade-school.
Jack had really enjoyed the tests, but despised the idea of skipping grades. At that time, being in school with his best friend Ben was the only thing that made class bearable. When Ben transferred to a private school for fourth grade, Jack’s parents had asked him again to advance. At that point he didn't want to be the small kid in fifth grade. That extra year meant a lot at that age, and the fifth-graders intimidated Jack. So, he had stayed back and found his own ways to challenge himself.
A really good puzzle could also inspire Jack, especially if it was one posed by his dad.
The previous weeks, the puzzles of the hotel had thrilled Jack. He didn’t see danger, only opportunity. The man who had set up this whole situation, the one they referred to as “The Management,” had left specific clues for Jack, and Jack knew he could defeat The Management at his own game. Stephen remained the weakest part of Jack's plan. He needed Stephen to come along, and it seemed that he had accomplished that with his story about Albuquerque.
Tricking Stephen had been easy. Jack had produced the fake United Airlines itinerary in about five minutes — taking the logo from their website, and making up the rest. The CNN site had required more work, but not much. Jack had copied one of their headline pages to his computer and then written his own story. He took much of the text directly from the report about Gabe Vigue and then told his computer to redirect any requests for CNN back to his version of the page. He had worried that Stephen might click on one of the links on the page, exposing the facade, but by stepping in with the itinerary as soon as Stephen had started to question the details, Jack had thwarted Stephen’s curiosity.
He only needed Stephen to return to the hotel one more time.
“This is creeping me out,” said Stephen, commenting on the television show. “Reminds me of the hotel.”
“Let’s change it then,” said Jack, reaching for the remote.
“No, leave it,” said Stephen. “It creeps me out, but I like it — they don’t give up even though they’re spooked.”
To get to The Management, Jack needed Stephen.
The Management had painted the first clue into the portraits in the red room. They featured an older man and a boy facing each other. Jack was the boy, he reasoned, and he was facing The Management. When Jack studied the eyes of the boy in the portrait, he saw an image reflected in the painted pupils. The boy held out a child as a gift to The Management.
Jack had found the next clue in the bathroom of the second hotel room they had entered. In that room, he found recent signs of activity: a toothbrush, comb, wet towel, and a very odd painting on the mirror. When Jack stood in front of the mirror he saw his own body capped with a bull’s head. An angry bovine face looked back from atop his shoulders. Written on the lower left-hand corner of the drawing, like a signature, was the name “Baal.”