sk.everythingseventual-第30章
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'I know you're not；' Fletcher said in a sighing； trembling voice。
'You want that cigarette now； I think；' said Escobar； and when Fletcher shook his head； Escobar took one himself； lit it； then seemed to meditate。 At last he looked up。 This cigarette was planted in the middle of his face like the last one。 'Nú？ez es soon？' he asked。 'Like Zorro in that movie？'
Fletcher nodded。
'How soon？'
'I don't know。' Fletcher was very aware of Heinz standing next to his infernal machine with his long…fingered hands folded in front of him； looking ready to talk about pain…relievers at the drop of a cue。 He was equally aware of Ramón standing to his right； at the edge of his peripheral vision。 He could not see； but guessed that Ramón's hand would be on the butt of his pistol。 And here came the next question。
'When he es； will he strike at the garrison in the hills of El Cándido； the garrison at St。 Thérese； or will he e right into the city？'
'The garrison at St。 Thérese；' Fletcher said。
He will e to the city； Tomás had said while his wife and daughter now watched cartoons； sitting on the floor side by side and eating pop…corn from a white bowl with a blue stripe around the rim。 Fletcher remembered the blue stripe。 He could see it clearly。 Fletcher remembered everything。 He will e at the heart。 No fucking around。 He will strike for the heart； like a man who would kill a vampire。
'He will not want the TV station？' Escobar asked。 'Or the government radio station？'
First the radio station on Civil Hill； Tomás had said while the cartoons played。 By then it was the Road Runner； always gone in a puff of dust just ahead of whatever Acme Road Runner…catching device the Coyote was using； just beep…beep and gone。
'No；' Fletcher said。 'I've been told El Cóndor says 'Let them babble。''
'Does he have rockets？ Air…to…ground rockets？ Copter…killers？'
'Yes。' It was true。
'Many？'
'Not many。' This was not true。 Nú？ez had better than sixty。 There were only a dozen helicopters in the country's whole shitpot air force…bad Russian helicopters that never flew for long。
The Bride of Frankenstein tapped Escobar on the shoulder。 Esco…bar leaned toward her。 She whispered without covering her mouth。 She had no need to cover her mouth because her lips barely moved。 This was a skill Fletcher associated with prisons。 He had never been to prison but he had seen movies。 When Escobar whispered back； he raised a fat hand to cover his own mouth。
Fletcher watched them and waited； knowing that the woman was telling Escobar he was lying。 Soon Heinz would have more data for his paper； Certain Preliminary Observations on the Administration and Consequences of Electrifying the Shit of Reluctant Interrogation Subjects。 Fletcher discovered that terror had created two new people inside him； at least two； sub…Fletchers with their own useless but quite powerful views on how this was going to go。 One was sadly hopeful； the other just sad。 The sadly hopeful one was Mr。 Maybe They Will； as in maybe they really will let me go； maybe there really is a car parked on the Street Fifth of May； just around the corner； maybe they really mean to kick me out of the country； maybe I really will be landing in Miami tomorrow morning； scared but alive； with this already beginning to seem like a bad dream。
The other one； the one who was merely sad； was Mr。 Even If I Do。 Fletcher might be able to surprise them by making a sudden move…he had been beaten and they were arrogant； so yes； he might be able to surprise them。
But Ramón will shoot me even if I do。
And if he went for Ramón？ Managed to get his gun？ Unlikely but not impossible； the man was fat； fatter than Escobar by at least thirty pounds； and he wheezed when he breathed。
Escobar and Heinz will be all over me before I can shoot even if I do。
The woman too； maybe； she talked without moving her lips； she might know judo or karate or tae kwon do； as well。 And if he shot them all and managed to escape this room？
There'll be more guards everywhere even if I do…they'll hear the shots and e running。
Of course rooms like this tended to be soundproofed； for obvious reasons； but even if he got up the stairs and out the door and onto the street； that was only the beginning。 And Mr。 Even If I Do would be running with him the whole way； for however long his run lasted。
The thing was； neither Mr。 Maybe They Will or Mr。 Even If I Do could help him； they were only distractions； lies his increasingly frantic mind tried to tell itself。 Men like him did not talk themselves out of rooms like this。 He might as well try inventing a third sub…Fletcher； Mr。 Maybe I Can； and go for it。 He had nothing to lose。 He only had to make sure they didn't know he knew that。
Escobar and the Bride of Frankenstein drew apart。 Escobar put his cigarette back in his mouth and smiled sadly at Fletcher。 'Amigo； you are lying。'
'No；' he said。 'Why would I lie？ Don't you think I want to get out of here？'
'We have no idea why you would lie；' said the woman with the narrow blade of a face。 'We have no idea why you would choose to aid Nú？ez in the first place。 Some have suggested American naiveté； and I have no doubt that played its part； but that cannot be all。 It doesn't matter。 I believe a demonstration is in order。 Heinz？'
Smiling； Heinz turned to his machine and flicked a switch。 There was a hum； the kind that es from an old…fashioned radio when it's warming up； and three green lights came on。
'No；' Fletcher said； trying to get to his feet； thinking that he did panic very well； and why not？ He was panicked； or almost panicked。 Certainly the idea of Heinz touching him anywhere with that stainless steel dildo for pygmies was terrifying。 But there was another part of him； very cold and calculating； that knew he would have to take at least one shock。 He wasn't aware of anything so coherent as a plan； but he had to take at least one shock。 Mr。 Maybe I Can insisted that this was so。
Escobar nodded to Ramón。
'You can't do this； I'm an American citizen and I work for The New York Times； people know where I am。'
A heavy hand pressed down on his left shoulder； pushing him back into the chair。 At the same moment； the barrel of a pistol went deep into his right ear。 The pain was so sudden that bright dots appeared before Fletcher's eyes； dancing frantically。 He screamed； and the sound seemed muffled。 Because one ear was plugged； of course…one ear was plugged。
'Hold out your hand； Mr。 Fletcher；' Escobar said； and he was smiling around his cigarette again。
'Right hand；' Heinz said。 He held the stylus by its black rubber grip like a pencil； and his machine was humming。
Fletcher gripped the arm of the chair with his right hand。 He was no longer sure if he was acting or not…the line between acting and panic was gone。
'Do it；' the woman said。 Her hands were folded on the table； she leaned forward over them。 There was a point of light in each of her pupils； turning her dark eyes into nailheads。 'Do it or I can't account for the consequences。'
Fletcher began to loosen his fingers on the chair arm； but before he could get the hand up； Heinz darted forward and poked the tip of the blunt stylus against the back of Fletcher's left hand。 That had probably been his target all along…certainly it was closer to where Heinz stood。
There was a snapping sound； very thin； like a twig； and Fletcher's left hand closed into a fist so tight his nails cut into his palm。 A kind of dancing sickness raced up from his wrist to his forearm to his flop…ping elbow and finally to his shoulder； the side of his neck； and to his gums。 He could even feel the shock in his teeth on that side； or in the fillings。 A grunt escaped him。 He bit his tongue and shot sideways in the chair。 The gun was gone from his ear and Ramón caught him。 If he hadn't； Fletcher would have fallen on the gray tile floor。
The stylus was withdrawn。 Where it had touched； between the second and third knuckles of the third finger of his left hand； there was a small hot spot。 It was the only real pain； although his arm still tingled and the muscles still jumped。 Yet it
