Are You Afraid Of The Dark Part 19

The priest turned to Diane. 'I think it would be better if you left now.'

Detective Greenburg asked, 'What is it?'

The priest said, 'Cancer.'

Diane looked at the man on the bed. I'm not after you. I don't give a d.a.m.n whether you live or die. . . . I'm busy making my peace with G.o.d. He was telling the truth.

And Diane was filled with a sudden, blinding panic.

On the drive back from Altieri's, Detective Greenburg looked worried. 'I have to tell you, I think Altieri meant what he said.' Kelly reluctantly nodded. 'So do I. The man is dying.'

'Do you know of any reason why someone would try to kill the two of you?'

'No,' Diane said. 'If it isn't Altieri-' She shook her head. 'I have no idea.'

Kelly swallowed. 'Neither have I.'

Detective Greenburg escorted Diane and Kelly back into Diane's apartment. 'I'm going to get to work on this now,' he said, 'but you'll be safe here. In fifteen minutes there will be a police cruiser outside your apartment building for the next twenty-four hours, and we'll see what we can find out by then. If you need me, call.'

And he was gone.

Diane and Kelly stared at each other. There was an awkward silence.

'Would you like some tea?' Diane asked.

Kelly said perversely, 'Coffee.'

Diane looked at her a moment, irritated, and sighed. 'Right.'

Diane walked into the kitchen to start the coffee. Kelly wandered around the living room, looking at the paintings on the walls.

When Diane came out of the kitchen, Kelly was studying one of Diane's paintings. 'Stevens.' She turned to Diane. 'Did you paint this?'

Diane nodded. 'Yes.'

Kelly said in a dismissive tone of voice, 'Pretty.'

Diane's lips tightened. 'Oh? Do you know a lot about art?'

'Not much, Mrs. Stevens.'

'Who do you like? Grandma Moses, I suppose.' one's interesting.

'And what other primitive painters touch your heart?'

Kelly turned to face Diane. 'To be honest, I prefer the curvilinear, non-representational form. There are exceptions, of course. For instance, in t.i.tian's Venus of Robin, the diagonal sweep of her form is breathtaking, and-'

From the kitchen, they could hear the coffee percolating.

Diane said curtly, 'The coffee is ready.'

They were seated across from each other in the dining room, taciturn, letting their coffee get cold.

Diane broke the silence. 'Can you think of any reason why someone would try to kill us?'

'No.' Kelly was silent for a moment. 'The only connection you and I have is that both our husbands worked at KIG. Maybe they were involved in some top secret project. And whoever killed them thinks they might have told us about it.'

Diane paled. 'Yes . . .'

They looked at each other in dismay.

In his office, Tanner was watching the scene taking place in Diane's apartment, on one of the wall television sets. His chief security guard stood next to him.

'No. The only connection you and I have is that both our husbands worked at KIG. Maybe they were involved in some top secret project. And whoever killed them thinks they might have told us about it.'

'Yes...'

His chief security guard stood next to him.

The stevens apartment had been wired with state-of-the-art television and sound. Just as Tanner had told his partner, the house was filled with cutting-edge technology. There were concealed video systems in every room of the apartment, with a Web-based camera the size of a b.u.t.ton resting among the books, bent fibre-optic wires under the doors, and a wireless picture frame camera. In the attic, a video server the size of a laptop computer had been installed to service six cameras. Attached to the server was a wireless modem that allowed the equipment to function through cellular technology.

As Tanner leaned forward, watching the screen intently, Diane said, 'We have to find out what our husbands were working on.'

'Right. But we're going to need help. How do we do that?'

'We'll call Tanner Kingsley. He's the only one who can help us, and he's trying to find out who's behind all this.'

'Let's do it.'

Diane said, 'you can spend the night here. Well be safe. There's a police car stationed outside.' She walked over to the window and pulled the curtain back. There was no car.

She stared for a long moment and felt a sudden chill. 'That's strange,' Diane said. 'There was supposed to be a patrol car here. Let me make a phone call.'

Diane took Detective Greenberg's card from her purse, went to the telephone, and called a number. 'Detective Greenburg, please.' She listened a moment. 'Are you sure? ... I see. Then could I speak to Detective Praegitzer?' There was another moment of silence. 'Yes, thank you.' Diane slowly replaced the receiver.

Kelly looked at Diane. 'What is it?'

Diane said, 'Detectives Greenburg and Praegitzer have been transferred to another precinct.'

Kelly swallowed. 'That's a real coincidence, isn't it?'

Diane said, 'And I just remembered something.'

'What?'

'Detective Greenburg asked me if Richard had done or said anything out of his usual routine lately. There was one thing I forgot to mention. Richard was going to Washington to see somebody. Sometimes I travel with him, but this time he insisted it would be better if he went alone.'

Kelly was watching her with a surprised expression. 'That's strange. Mark told me he had to go to Washington, and had to go alone.'

'We have to find out why.'

Kelly walked over to the window and pulled back the drapes. 'There's still no car.' She turned to Diane. 'Let's get out of here.'

'Right,' Diane said. 'I know a little out-of-the-way hotel in Chinatown called the Mandarin. No one will ever think of looking for us there. We'll call Mr. Kingsley from the room.'

Tanner turned to his chief security officer, Harry Flint, with the perpetual half smile. 'Kill them.'

CHAPTER 23.Harry Flint will take good care of the women, Tanner thought with satisfaction. Flint had never failed him.

It amused Tanner to think about how Flint had come into his life. Years ago his brother, Andrew, poster boy for the bleeding hearts of the world, had started a halfway house for newly released prisoners, to help them adjust to civilian life. Then he would find jobs for them.

Tanner had a more useful plan for ex-felons, because he believed that there was no such thing as an ex-felon. Through his private sources, he would get inside information on the backgrounds of recently released prisoners, and if they had the qualifications that Tanner needed, they went from the halfway house to working for Tanner directly, doing what he called 'delicate private tasks.'

He had arranged for an ex-felon named Vince Carballo to come to work for KIG. Carballo was a huge man with a scraggly beard and blue eyes that were like daggers. He had a long prison record. He had been on trial for murder. The evidence against him was overwhelming, but a member of the jury stubbornly held out for acquittal, and it ended up in a hung jury. Only a few people knew that the juror's little daughter had disappeared and a note was left behind: If you keep quiet about this, your daughter's fate will be determined by the jury's verdict. Carballo was the kind of man Tanner Kingsley admired.

Tanner had also heard about an ex-felon named Harry Flint. He had investigated Flint's life thoroughly and decided he was perfect for his needs.

Harry Flint had been born in Detroit, into a middle-cla.s.s family. His father was a bitter, failed salesman who spent his time sitting around the house complaining. He was a s.a.d.i.s.tic martinet, and at his son's slightest infraction, he enjoyed whipping him, using a ruler, a belt, or anything else that was handy, as though he wanted to beat success into his son to make up for his own inadequacy.

The boy's mother worked as a manicurist at a barbershop. While Harry's father was tyrannical, his mother was devoted and doting, and as young Harry grew up, he was emotionally whipsawed between the two.

Doctors had told Harry's mother that she was too old to have a child, so she considered her pregnancy a miracle. After Harry was born, she lovingly fondled him and was constantly hugging him, patting him, and kissing him until eventually Harry felt smothered by her love. As he got older, he loathed being touched.

When Harry Flint was fourteen years old, he trapped a rat in the bas.e.m.e.nt and stomped on it. As he stared at the rat slowly, painfully dying, Harry Flint had an epiphany. He suddenly realized he had the awesome power to take life, to kill. It made him feel like G.o.d. He was omnipotent, all-powerful. He needed to have that feeling again, and he began to stalk small animals around the neighbourhood, and they became his prey. There was nothing personal or malicious about what Flint was doing. He was just using his G.o.d-given talent.

Angry neighbours whose pets were being tortured and killed complained to the authorities, and a trap was set. The police put a Scottish terrier on the front lawn of a house with a leash to keep her from running away. They staked out the site, and one night, as the police watched, Harry Flint approached the animal. He pried the dog's mouth open and started to insert a lit firecracker. The police pounced. When Harry Flint was frisked, he had a b.l.o.o.d.y rock and a five-inch fillet knife in his pocket.

He was sent to Challenger Memorial Youth Centre for twelve months.

One week after Flint arrived, he attacked one of the other boys, maiming him badly. The psychiatrist who examined Flint diagnosed him as a paranoid schizophrenic.

'He's psychotic,' the doctor warned the guards in charge. 'Be careful. Keep him away from the others.'

When Harry Flint had served his time, he was fifteen years old and was released on probation. He returned to school. Several of his cla.s.smates looked upon Flint as a hero. They had become involved in petty crimes such as s.n.a.t.c.hing purses, lifting wallets, and shoplifting, and Flint soon became their leader.

In an alley fight one night, a knife sliced a corner of Flint's lip, giving him a permanent half-smile.

As the boys grew older, they turned to carjacking, burglary, and robbery. One of the robberies became violent, and a shopkeeper was killed. Harry Flint was convicted of armed robbery and abetting a murder, and sentenced to ten years in prison. He was the most vicious prisoner the warden had ever seen.

There was something in Harry Flint's eyes that made other prisoners leave him alone. He constantly terrorized them, but no one dared report him.

One day, as a guard pa.s.sed Harry Flint's cell, he stared inside unbelievingly. Flint's cell mate was lying on the floor, in a pool of blood. He had been beaten to death.

The guard looked at Flint, and there was a smile of satisfaction on his face. 'All right, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d. You won't get out of this one. We can start warming up the chair for you.'

Flint glared at him and slowly raised his left arm. A b.l.o.o.d.y butcher knife was deeply imbedded in it.

Flint said coldly, 'Self-defence.'

The prisoner in the cell across from Flint never told anyone that he had seen Flint savagely beat his cell mate to death, then pull out a butcher knife from under his own mattress and slice the knife through the flesh of his own arm.

The characteristic that Tanner most admired about Flint was that Flint enjoyed his work so much.

Tanner remembered the first time that Flint had proven to him how useful he could be. It was during an emergency trip to Tokyo . . .

'Tell the pilot to warm up the Challenger. We're going to j.a.pan. There will be two of us.'

The news had come at a bad time, but it had to be taken care of immediately, and it was too sensitive to entrust to anyone else. Tanner had arranged for Akira Iso to meet him in Tokyo and to take a room at the Okura Hotel.

While the plane was crossing the Pacific Ocean, Tanner was planning his strategy. By the time the plane landed, he had worked out a win-win situation.

The drive from Narita airport took one hour, and Tanner was amazed by how Tokyo never seemed to change. In boom times and in depressions, the city always seemed to wear the same impa.s.sive face.

Akira Iso was waiting for him at the Fumiki Mashimo restaurant. Iso was in his fifties, with a spare figure, gray hair, and bright brown eyes. He stood up to greet Tanner.

'It is an honour to meet you, Mr. Kingsley. Frankly, I was surprised to hear from you. I cannot imagine why you would come all this way to meet me.'

Tanner smiled. 'I'm the bearer of good news that I thought was too important to discuss on the telephone. I think I'm going to make you a very happy man, and a very rich one.'

Akira Iso was looking at him curiously. 'Yes?'

A white-jacketed waiter had come to the table.