Live Wire Part 35

"By protecting him from criminal charges?"

"By making the charges-criminal and otherwise-disappear. Whatever is going on here, it all started the night Alista Snow died."

Win nodded, mulling it over. "And that would explain why Suzze visited Karl Snow yesterday."

"Right, another connection," Myron said. "Suzze is somehow linked into that night too. Maybe via Lex. Maybe via her secret lover Gabriel Wire. I'm not sure. But for whatever reason, she needed to come forward and tell the truth now. She went to Kitty and admitted some wrongdoing by switching out her birth control pills. Then she went to Karl Snow. Maybe she told him what really happened to his daughter, I don't know."

Myron stopped. Yet again something wasn't adding up. Win voiced it.

"And then, after clearing her conscience, a pregnant Suzze T purchased heroin, went back to her penthouse abode, and committed suicide?"

Myron shook his head. "I don't care what the evidence shows. That doesn't make sense."

"You have an alternate theory?"

"I do," Myron said. "Herman Ache had her killed. It was a professional job all the way, so my guess is, Crisp did the deed. He's good at making murder appear to be natural causes."

"Motive?"

Myron still wasn't sure. "Suzze knew something-probably something that could damage Wire, maybe bring back the criminal charges from Alista Snow. So Ache has her killed. Then he sends two men to find Kitty and kill her."

"Why Kitty?"

"I don't know. Again he was cleaning house. Herman figured that she knew something or maybe he was afraid Suzze had talked to her. Whatever, Herman decided to take no chances. Scorch the earth. Kill Suzze and Kitty."

"And you," Win finished for him.

"Yep."

"And what about your brother? How does he fit in?"

"I don't know."

"A lot we don't know."

"Almost everything," Myron agreed. "But here's another thing: If Brad went back to Peru, why was his pa.s.sport in the trailer?"

"Most likely answer? He didn't go. And if that's the case, what might we safely conclude?"

"That Kitty lied," Myron said.

"Kitty lied," Win repeated. "Wasn't that a song by Steely Dan?"

"Katy Lied. And it was the name of an alb.u.m, not a song."

"Oh, right. I loved that alb.u.m."

Myron tried to turn his brain off for just a little while so as to rest up before they stormed the castle. He'd just closed his eyes and put his head back when the plane began its descent. Five minutes later they were on the ground. Myron checked his watch. He had arrived at Teterboro Airport forty-five minutes ago.

Yep. It was good to be rich.

29.

The shades on the plane were pulled so no one could see inside. The Finthorpe family disembarked. The pilots parked the plane, turned off the lights, got off themselves. Myron and Win stayed in place. Night had fallen.

Myron tried the hospital from the satellite phone. This time Dr. Ellis got on the phone with him. "Your father is out of surgery, but this has been a tough one. His heart stopped twice on the table."

The tears started coming again. Myron forced them back. "Can I speak to my mother?"

"We gave her a sedative and she's sleeping in a room down the hall. Your nephew is asleep in a chair too. It's been a long night."

"Thank you."

Win came out of the bathroom, dressed head to toe in black. "There's a change of clothes for you in there," he said. "There's also a shower. It might help refresh you. Our help will be here in ten minutes."

The plane's showerhead was not designed for the tall, but the water pressure was surprisingly strong. Myron hunched over and used nine of his allotted ten minutes under the nozzle and one minute drying off and slipping into the black garb. Win was right-it did refresh.

"Our ride awaits," Win said. "But first . . ."

He handed Myron two guns. The larger one had a shoulder holster. The smaller was to wrap around the ankle. Myron fastened them into place. Win led the way. The plane steps were slippery. Rain pelted down on them. Win ducked back under the plane for protection. He took night-vision goggles out of their case and strapped them onto his face like a scuba mask. He slowly turned around in a circle.

"All clear," Win said.

He put the goggles back into their pouch. Then he held up his mobile phone and pressed a b.u.t.ton. The screen lit up. In the distance Myron saw someone flash car headlights at them. Win started toward the vehicle. Myron followed. The airport, if you will, was basically a landing strip with a concrete building. There was nothing else. A road crossed the front of the landing strip. There were no traffic lights or even a gate to stop cars from going by-one had to guess, Myron a.s.sumed, when an incoming plane was on the way. Or maybe it was more of the Adiona Island mystique. You simply knew knew when someone was coming. when someone was coming.

The rain kept pouring. A thunderbolt shattered the air. Win reached the car first and opened the back door. Myron slid in and across to behind the pa.s.senger side. He looked in the front seats and was surprised to find Billings and Blakely.

"Our local help?"

Win grinned. "Who better?"

The car smelled like an old bong.

"Cousin Win told us you want to get into Wire's place," the twin driving said.

"Which one are you?" Myron asked.

He looked insulted. "I'm Billings."

"And I'm Blakely."

"Right, sorry."

"Blakely and I have spent every summer on this island for as long as we can remember. It can indeed get boring."

"Not enough girls," Blakely added.

"Too right," Billings said. He started driving. There were no other cars on the road. "Last year we made up cruel stories about some of the uglier au pairs."

"So they'd be fired," Blakely said.

"Exactly so."

"And none of these mommies want to take care of their little brats."

"Heavens no."

"So they have to replace the au pairs."

"Often with more attractive ones."

"See the brilliance?"

Myron looked at Win. Win just grinned.

"Pretend I do," Myron said.

"Anyway, this island can get boring," Blakely said.

"Dullsville," Billings added.

"Tedious."

"Tiresome."

"You could die from such boredom, really. And in truth, no one is even sure that Gabriel Wire lives in that estate."

"We've never seen him."

"But we've gotten close to the house."

"We've touched it."

Blakely turned around and flashed the teeth at Myron. "See, we bring the babes there. We tell them that the house belongs to Gabriel Wire and that it's well guarded."

"Because danger is an aphrodisiac."

"If you mention danger to a girl, her panties practically melt off, do you hear what I'm saying?"

Myron looked at Win again. Win still grinned.

"Pretend I do," Myron said again.

Billings continued: "It took us a while-trial and error, don't you know-but we found a safe path to the beach by Wire's house."

"We never get caught anymore."

"Not in the last two summers anyway."

"We go to the beach. Sometimes we bring girls."

"In your day," Billings said, looking at Myron, "you probably called it Lover's Lane or something like that."

"Like in an old movie."

"Exactly. Like, you took them to the malt shop and then you went to Lover's Lane, right?"

"Yes," Myron said. "After the horse-and-buggy ride."

"Right. See, the beach by Wire's house? That's our version of that."

"Billings is very good with the ladies," Blakely said.

"Ol' Blakely here is being too modest."

They both chuckled with their jaws set. Blakely pulled out a hand-rolled cigarette and lit it up. He took a hit and pa.s.sed it to his brother.

"We also smoke reefer there," Billings said.

"Doobies."

"Weed."

"Hemp."

"Gra.s.s."

"Joints."

"A little ganja."

"Marijuana," Myron said, cutting them off. "I get it."

The boys started snickering. This was not their first cigarette of the night.

Win said, "Blakely and Billings are going to lead us down their secret path."

"Where we bring the girls."

"Our honeys."

"Babes-a-licious."