cb.coldheart canyon-第39章
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rd…pressed to deliver。
As the cloudless sky darkened towards night he started to pick out the Klieg lights raking the clouds： not from the Pavilion itself （that lay to the west； and was not visible from the Canyon）； but from the many locations around the city where his peers； both prize…winners and losers； would in a few hours e to revel。 Members of the press were already assembling at these sacred sites…Morton's； Spago's； the Roosevelt Hotel…ready to turn their cameras on the slick and the stylishly unkempt alike。 A smile； a witticism； a look of glee from those burdened with victory。 They'd have it all in the morning editions。
Picturing the scene was too much for him。 He got up and went down to the kitchen to fix himself another drink。 By now he was on the second cycle of intoxication； having drunk himself past the point of nausea by mid…afternoon； he was moving inexorably towards a deep luxurious drunkenness； the kind that flirted with oblivion。 He'd suffer for it for whatever part of tomorrow he saw of course； and probably the day after that。 He was no longer young enough or resilient enough to shrug off the effects of a binge like this。 But right now he didn't give a rat's ass。 He simply wanted to be insulated from the pain he was feeling。
As he opened the immense fridge to get himself ice； he heard； or thought he heard； somebody； a woman； say his name。
He stopped digging for the ice and looked around。 The kitchen was empty。 He left the fridge open and went back to the door。 The turret was also deserted； and the dining room dark； the empty table and chairs silhouetted against the window。 He walked on through it into the living room； calling for Marco。 He flipped on the light。 The fifty…lamp chandelier blazed； illuminating an empty room。 There were several boxes of his belongings sitting there； still unopened。 Moved from Bel Air but still unpacked。 But that was all。
He was about to go back to the kitchen； assuming the voice he'd heard alcohol…induced； when he heard his name called a second time。 He looked back into the dining room。 Was he going crazy？ 〃Marco？〃 he yelled。
There was a long empty moment。 Somewhere in the darkness of the Canyon a solitary coyote was yelping。 Then came the sound of a door opening； and he heard Marco's familiar voice： 〃Yes； boss？〃
〃I heard somebody calling。〃
〃In the house？〃
〃Yeah。 I thought so。 A woman's voice。〃
Marco appeared on the stairs now； looking down at his employer with an expression of concern。 〃You okay？〃
〃Yeah。 I just got unnerved； is all。〃
〃You want me to go check around？〃
〃Yeah； I guess so。 I don't even know where it was ing from。 But I heard somebody。 I swear。〃
Marco； who'd emerged from his bedroom in his boxers； headed back upstairs to get dressed。 Todd went back to the kitchen； feeling a little stupid。 There wasn't going to be anybody here； inside the house or out。 Every stalker； every voyeur； every obsessive was canvassing the crowds around the Pavilion； looking for a way to slide past the security guards； under the velvet rope； and into the pany of their idols。 They weren't wasting their time stumbling around in the darkness hoping for a glance of Todd Pickett； all fucked up。 Nobody even knew he was here； for Christ's sake。 Worse； nobody cared。
As he returned to the business of making his drink； he heard Marco ing down back the stairs； and was half tempted to tell him to forget it。 But he decided against it。 No harm in letting one of them feel useful tonight。 He dropped a handful of ice…cubes into his glass； and filled it up with Scotch。 Took a mouthful。 Topped it up。 Took another mouthful…And the voice came again。
If there had been some doubt in his head as to whether he'd actually heard the call or simply imagined it； there was now none。 Somebody was here in the house； calling to him。
It seemed to be ing from the other side of the hallway。 He set his drink down on the counter and quietly crossed the kitchen。 The turret was deserted。 There was nobody on the stairs either above or below。
He took the short passageway down to what Marco had dubbed the Casino； an immense wood…paneled room； lit by a number of low…slung lights； which indeed looked as though it had been designed to house a roulette wheel and half a dozen poker tables。 Judging by the distance of the voice it seemed the likeliest place for whoever had spoken to be lurking。 As he walked down the passageway it briefly occurred to him that to make this investigation without Marco at his side was foolishness。 But the drink made him bold。 Besides； it was only a woman he'd heard。 He could deal with a woman。
The door of the Casino stood open。 He peered in。 The windows were undraped； a few soft panels of gray light slid through them； illuminating the enormity of the place。 He could see no sign of an intruder。 But some instinct instructed him not to believe the evidence of his eyes。 He wasn't alone here。 The skin of his palms pricked。 So； curiously； did the flesh beneath his bandages； as though it were especially susceptible in its newborn state。
〃Who's there？〃 he said； his voice less confident than he'd intended。
At the far end of the room one of the pools of light fluttered。 Something passed through it； raising the dust。
〃Who's there？〃 he said again； his hand straying to the light switch。
He resisted the temptation to turn it on； however。 Instead he waited； and watched。 Whoever this trespasser was she was too far from him to do any harm。
〃You shouldn't be in here；〃 he said gently。 〃You do know that； don't you？〃
Again； that subtle motion on the other end of the room。 But he still couldn't make out a figure； the darkness beyond the pool of light was too impenetrable。
〃Why don't you step out where I can see you？〃 he said suggested。
This time he got an answer。
〃I will。。。〃 she told him。 〃In a minute。〃
〃Who are you？〃
〃My name's Katya。〃
〃How did you get in here？〃
〃Through the door； like everybody else；〃 she said。 Her tone was one of gentle amusement。 It would have annoyed Todd if there hadn't also been a certain sweetness there。 He was curious to see what she looked like。 But the more he pressed her； he thought； the more she'd resist。 So he kept the conversation off the subject； and casually wandered across the immaculately laid and polished floor as he talked。
〃It must have been hard to find me；〃 he said。
〃Not at all；〃 she said。 〃I heard you were ing from Jerry。〃
〃You know Jerry？〃
〃Oh； yes。 We go way back。 He used to e up here when he was a child。 You made a good choice with him； Todd。 He keeps secrets。〃
〃Really？ I always thought he was a bit of a gossip。〃
〃It depends if it's important or not。 He never mentioned me to you； did he？〃
〃No。〃
〃You see。 Oh yes； and he's dying。 I suppose he didn't mention that either。〃
〃No he didn't。〃
〃Well he is。 He has cancer。 Inoperable。〃
〃He never said a thing；〃 Todd said； thinking not only of Jerry but of sick； silent Dempsey。
〃Well why would he？ To you of all people。 He idolizes you。〃
Her familiarity with Jerry； and her knowledge of his sickness； only added to the puzzle of her presence。
〃Did he send you up here？〃 Todd said。
〃No； silly；〃 the woman replied。 〃He sent you。 I've been here all the time。〃
〃You have？ Where？〃
〃Oh； I mostly stay in the guest…house。〃
She spoke so confidently； he almost believed her。 But then surely if she were occupying the guest…house； Brahms would have warned Maxine？ He knew how important Todd's security was。 Why would he let Maxine see the property； and not mention the fact that there was somebody else living in the Canyon？
He was about halfway across the room now； and he could now see his visitor's outline in the darkness。 Her voice had not misled him。 She was a young woman； elegantly dressed in a long； silver gown； highlighted with sinuous designs in gold thread。 It shimmered； as though it possessed a subtle life of its own。
〃How long have you been staying here？〃 he said to her。
〃A lot longer than you；〃 she replied。
〃Really？〃
〃Well； of course。 When I first met Jerry； I'd been here。。。twenty； twenty…five years。〃
This was an absurd invention of course。 Even
