“No, I guess not. Okay, Jennifer. You win. You’ll have a half-dozen agencies climbing around; I want you to work with them. I’m not saying you have to spend all day playing footsie with them, but at least give them the respect of keeping them up to date.”
Jennifer stood. “Of course.”
“Detective Paul Milton will be expecting you first thing. He’s not the gun-shy type if you know what I mean. Be nice.”
“I’m incapable of anything less.”
5
KEVIN CLEARED THE FIRST FOUR STAIRS in his first step. He tripped on the last and sprawled on the landing. “Come on!” He grunted and jumped to his feet. Samantha’s phone number was on his desk—please say it was still on his desk. He crashed through the door. His best friend. Who could that possibly be?
He shuffled through papers and knocked a hermeneutics textbook off the desk. He’d left it right here on top; he could swear it! Maybe he should just call Milton. Where was that number!
Slow down, Kevin. Gather yourself. This is a thinking game, not a race. No, a race too. A thinking race.
He took a deep breath and put his hand to his face. I can’t call the cops. Slater will hear the call. He’s got the house bugged or something. Okay. He wants me to call Samantha. This is about her too. I need Samantha. Only two minutes have passed. Twenty-eight left. Plenty of time. First thing, find Sam’s number. Think. You wrote it down on a white piece of paper. You used it to call her last week and you put the paper somewhere safe because it was important to you.
Under the phone.
He lifted the desk phone and saw the white slip. Thank God! He grabbed the receiver and punched in the number with an unsteady hand. It rang. It rang again.
“Please, please pick up—”
“Hello?”
“Hello, Sam?”
“Who’s calling?”
“It’s me.”
“Kevin? What’s wrong? You sound—”
“I have a problem, Sam. Oh dear God, I’ve got a problem! Did you hear about the bomb that went off down here today?”
“A bomb? You’re kidding, right? No, I didn’t hear of a bomb; I have this week off, unpacking from the move. What happened?”
“Some guy who calls himself Slater blew up my car.”
Silence.
“Sam?” Kevin’s voice trembled. He suddenly thought he might start to cry. His vision swam. “Sam, please, I need your help.”
“Someone named Slater blew up your car,” she repeated slowly. “Tell me more.”
“He called me on my cell phone and gave me three minutes to confess a sin, which he said I would know by a riddle. What falls but never breaks? What breaks but never falls?I managed to get the car into a ditch by a Wal-Mart and it blew up.”
“Holy . . . You’re serious? Was anyone hurt?”
“No. I just—”
“Is the FBI investigating? Good night, you’re right—I just turned on the television. It’s all over the news up here.”
“Samantha, listen! I just got another call from this guy. He says I have thirty minutes to solve another riddle or he’s going to blow up another bomb.”
Sam seemed to switch into another mode immediately. “Riddles. You’ve got to be kidding. How long ago?”
He glanced at his watch. “Five minutes.”
“You’ve already reported it?”
“No. He said I can’t tell the cops.”
“Nonsense! Call the detective in charge right now. Get off the phone with me and call them, you hear me, Kevin? You can’t let this guy play his game. Take his game away from him.”
“He said that this bomb will kill my best friend, Sam. And I know he can hear me. This guy seems to know everything. For all I know he’s watching me right now!”
“Okay, calm down. Slow down.” She paused, reconsidering. “Okay, don’t call the cops. Who’s Slater talking about? Who are your friends down there?”
“I . . . That’s the problem. I really don’t have any.”
“Sure you do. Just give me three people you would consider friends and I’ll get the local authorities on them. Come on, let’s go.”
“Well, there’s the dean at the school, Dr. John Francis. The priest at my parish—Bill Strong.” He searched his mind for another, but nothing came. He had plenty of acquaintances, but really no one he’d call a true friend, much less a best friend.
“Okay. Good enough. Hold on a second.”
She put the phone down.
Kevin lifted his T-shirt and wiped the sweat from his face. 4:24. He had until 4:45. Come on, Samantha!He stood and paced. In life he’s your friend, but death is the end. What—
“Kevin?”
“Here.”
“Okay, I put in an anonymous call to the Long Beach police warning that Francis and Strong could be in immediate danger. Enough to get them moved from wherever they are, which is all we can do.”
“You talked to Milton?”
“He’s the lead? No, but I’m sure he’ll get the message. How sure are you that this guy will come unglued if you talk to the authorities?”
“He’s already unglued! He said I could only speak when spoken to and he’s doing this because I said something.”
“Okay. You’ll probably get a call any minute from the police, checking on this threat I’ve just reported. You have call waiting?”
“Yes.”
“Ignore the beep. If you talk to the police when they call, Slater will know. What’s the riddle?”
“There’s something else, Sam. Slater knows you. In fact, he suggested I call you. I . . . I think he might be someone we both know.”
The phone sounded hollow for a few breaths.
“He knows me. What’s the sin he wants you to confess?”
“I don’t know!”
“Okay, we can cover this later. We’re running out of time. What’s the riddle?”
“In life he’s your friend, but death is the end.”
“Opposites.”
“Opposites?”
“ What falls but never breaks? What breaks but never falls?Answer: Night and day. What in life is your friend, but death is the end, I don’t know. But they’re both opposites. Any ideas?”
“No. I don’t have a clue.” Night falls, day breaks. Clever. “This is crazy!”He ground the last word out between his teeth.
She was quiet for a moment. “If we knew the sin, we could infer the riddle. What sin are you hiding, Kevin?”
He stopped pacing. “None. Lots! What do you want me to do, spill my whole life of sins to the world? That seems to be what he wants.”
“But there must be something you did that sent this guy to the moon. Think of that and think of this riddle. Anything connect?”
Kevin thought about the boy. But there was no connection between the riddles and the boy. Couldn’t be him. Nothing else came to mind.
“No.”
“Then let’s go back to your best friend.”
“You’re my best friend, Sam.”
“Sweet. But this guy wanted you to call me, right? He knows I would be warned, and if he knows me, he also knows that I have the capability of escaping his threat. I think I’m safe for now. There’s another best friend you’re missing. Something more obvious—”
“Wait! What if it’s not a person?” That’s it!He glanced at his watch. Fifteen minutes to go. Barely enough time to get there. Call waiting sounded in his ear. That would be the police.
“Ignore it,” Sam said. “Such as—”
“I’ll call you back, Sam. I don’t have time to explain.”
“I’m coming down. I’ll be there in five hours.”
“You . . . you are?”
“I’m on leave, remember?”
Kevin felt a surge of gratitude. “I have to go.”
He hung up, nerves buzzing, stomach in knots. If he was right, it meant going back to the house. He hated going back to his aunt’s house. He stood in the office, fists clenched by his sides. But he had to go back. Slater had blown up the car, and now he was going to do worse unless Kevin stopped him.