lhamilton.thekillingdance-第11章
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kfast。
Richard walked through into the living room； carrying one suitcase。 I followed； carrying the suitcase with the weapons in it。 I also had the two gym bags。
The living room had deep forest green carpet and pale yellow walls。 Cartoon lithographs took up the far wall。 The near wall was taken up with a wooden entertainment center that Richard had built himself。 There was a large…screen TV； a miniature stereo system that made mine sound like humming through a b； shelves of books； and closed doors that hid part of his extensive video collection and a portion of his CDs。 The rest of his books were in the basement； set in shelves along every wall。 There were still boxes he hadn't unpacked because he ran out of shelf space。
There was a large couch and a heavy wood coffee table。 The couch was green and brown； patterned with a yellow afghan thrown across it that his grandmother had made。 A small antique armoire sat against the far wall。 There was no other furniture in the room。
He'd set the suitcase in the smaller bedroom。 It had a twin bed； a nightstand； and a lamp。 The walls； the drapes； and the coverlet where all white； like he hadn't really decided what to do with the room yet。
I laid the gym bags on the bed； put the suitcase on the floor； and stared at it all。 My life sitting in little bags on the carpet。 Seemed like there should have been more。
Richard came up and hugged me from behind； arms wrapping around my shoulders。 〃I think this is where I'm supposed to ask what's wrong； but I know the answer already。 I'm sorry the bad guys invaded your house。〃
That was it exactly。 The bad guys were not supposed to e home with you。 It should have been against the rules。 I knew it wasn't； it had happened before； but not like this。 Not where I knew I couldn't go back。 Even when this was over； I couldn't risk Mrs。 Pringle and my other neighbors again。
I turned in his arms； and he loosened them so I could do it。 I hugged him around the waist。 〃How did you know that was exactly what was bothering me？〃
He smiled。 〃I love you； Anita。〃
〃That's not an answer。〃
He kissed me on the forehead。 〃Yes； it is。〃 He kissed me gently on the lips and stepped back。 〃I'm going to get out of this tie。 Change into your jammies if you want to。〃 He left； closing the door behind him。
I opened the door and called after him。 〃Can I use the phone？〃
He answered from his bedroom。 〃Make yourself at home。〃
I took that for a yes； and went into the kitchen。 The phone was on the wall。 I got a card out of my fanny pack； which I'd been forced to carry like a purse。 You couldn't fasten the jacket over the fanny pack； and the open jacket would have shown off the gun。
The card was white with a number printed in black script； nothing but the number。 I dialed and got Edward's twenty…four…hour answering service。 I left a message； saying to call me ASAP； and Richard's number。
Richard's answering machine sat on the counter； connected by wires to the wall…mounted phone。 The message light was blinking； but it wasn't my machine； so I didn't check it。
Richard came into the kitchen。 His hair fell around his shoulders in tight； foaming waves； curlier from the French braid。 His hair was brown； but light of almost any kind brought out golden highlights； hints of bronze。 He was wearing a flannel shirt； forest green； with the sleeves rolled above his elbows； showing the fine muscles in his forearms。 I'd seen the shirt before。 It was high…quality flannel； soft as a blanket to touch。 He had on jeans and no socks。 He padded barefoot towards me。
The phone rang。 It was nearly one o'clock in the morning。 Who else could it be but Edward？ 〃I' m expecting a call；〃 I said。
〃Help yourself。〃
I picked it up； and it was Edward。 〃What happened？〃 he asked。
I told him。
〃Somebody wants you dead quick。〃
〃Yeah。 When you said no； they went out and bought some cheap local talent。〃
〃You get what you pay for；〃 Edward said。
〃If there'd been two of them； Edward； I wouldn't be here。〃
〃You aren't going to like my news。〃
〃How much worse could it get？〃 I asked。
〃I answered a message just before yours。 They upped the offer to five hundred thousand dollars； if you were dead within twenty…four hours。〃
〃Sweet Jesus； Edward； I'm not worth that kind of money。〃
〃They knew you blew away their hitter； Anita。 They knew the hit had failed。〃
〃How？〃 I asked。
〃I don't know yet。 I'm trying to find out who's putting up the money； but it'll take a little time。 The safeguards that keep me out of it protect the client； too。〃
I was shaking my head back and forth。 〃Why twenty…four hours for the hit？〃
〃Something's happening that they want you out of the way for； something big。〃
〃But what？〃
〃You know what it is； Anita。 You may not be aware that you know； but you do。 Something worth this kind of money that you could put a stop to。 There can't be that many choices。〃
〃I can't think of a single thing； Edward。〃
〃Think harder；〃 he said。 〃I'll be there as early as I can tomorrow。 Watch your back。 Don't drive your car。〃
〃Why not？〃
〃Bombs；〃 he said。
〃Bombs；〃 I repeated。
〃For half a million dollars； Anita； they'll get someone good。 A lot of professionals will do you from a nice； safe distance。 A bomb； a high…powered rifle。〃
〃You're scaring me；〃 I said。
〃Good； maybe you'll be careful。〃
〃I'm always careful； Edward。〃
〃I apologize。 You're right； but be more careful。 I didn't expect them to try a local hit。〃
〃You're worried；〃 I said。
He was quiet for a second。 〃We can keep taking out the hitters； but eventually we've got to get to the man with the money。 As long as the contract's out there； somebody'll keep taking it。〃
〃It's just too much damn money to pass up；〃 I said。
〃A lot of professionals won't take a hit with a time limit on it；〃 he said。 〃Some of the best are out of the running because of the deadline。 I won't take a hit with special circumstances。〃
〃I hear a 'but' ing up；〃 I said。
He laughed； quietly。 〃For half a million dollars； people will break their rules。〃
〃Not forting；〃 I said。
〃Not meant to be；〃 he said。 〃I'll be at Richard's tomorrow early。〃
〃Do you know where it is？〃
〃I could find it； but let's not play games。 Give me directions。〃
I did。 〃I would tell you to stay indoors； but you've been dating Richard for months。 A good hitter will be able to find you。 I don't know if you're safer inside or on the move。〃
〃I'll pack extra firepower and be more paranoid than usual。〃
〃Good。 See you tomorrow。〃 He hung up； and I was left holding the buzzing phone。
Richard was staring at me。 〃Did I hear you say twenty…four hours for the hit？〃
I hung up the phone。 〃I'm afraid so。〃 I hit the message button on his machine out of habit。 It whirred as it rewound。
〃Why； for God's sake？〃 Richard asked。
〃I wish I knew。〃
〃You mentioned money twice。 How much？〃
I told him。
He sat down in one of the kitchen chairs； looking shocked。 Couldn't blame him。 〃Anita； don't take this wrong。 To me you're worth any amount of money； but why would somebody pay half a million dollars to kill you？〃
For someone who knew nothing about assassins； he'd grasped the big question quite nicely。 I walked over to him。 I ran my fingertips through his hair。 〃Edward says I must already know what the big event is； that I wouldn't be worth this kind of money； with this kind of deadline； unless I was already intimate with the situation。〃
He looked up at me。 〃But you don't know； do you？〃
〃Not a clue。〃
He laid his hands on either side of my waist； pulling me against him； wrapping his arms pletely around my waist。
The message machine clicked to life and made us both jump。 We laughed nervously； not just from fear。 There was a heat to his eyes as he stared up at me that made me want to blush or kiss him。 I hadn't decided which。
Two hang…ups； his younger brother Daniel； sorry Richard had canceled their rock climbing tomorrow。
I leaned towards Richard。 His lips were the softest I'd ever kissed。 The taste of him was intoxicating。 How could I be thinking of giving him up？
The last message began playing： 〃Richard； this is Stephen。 Oh； God； pick up。 Please pick up。 Please be there。〃
We froze； listening。
