Live Wire
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“I don’t think. I know. Suzze didn’t even tell you because, well, would you have gone looking to help her somehow reunite with another man? No.”
“You’re wrong. She loved you.”
“Of course she did.” Lex was smiling now. “Because I was Wire. Don’t you see? So when I saw that post, I mean, the shock of it. I just needed time to figure out what to do. So I came up here and made a little music. And then, like I said before, I called Suzze to tell her the truth. I started by telling her that Wire was dead—that he’d been dead for more than fifteen years. But she didn’t believe me. She wanted proof.”
“Did you see the body?”
“No.”
Myron spread his hands. “So then for all you know, he is alive. Maybe he’s overseas. Maybe he’s disguising himself or living in a commune in Tibet.”
Lex almost laughed at that one. “You believed that nonsense? Oh, come on. We were the ones who spread those rumors. Twice we asked starlets to say that they’d been with him and they agreed just to up their profile. No, Gabriel is dead.”
“How do you know?”
He shook his head. “Funny.”
“What?”
“That’s what Suzze kept asking: How did I know for sure?”
“So what did you tell her?”
“I told her there was a witness. Someone who saw Gabriel’s murder.”
“Who?”
But even before Lex answered, Myron knew. Whom did Suzze call right after she talked to Lex? Who had posted something that made Lex fear the truth would come out? And who, if he took it to the next level, connected all this to his brother?
“Kitty,” Lex said. “Kitty saw Gabriel Wire get killed.”
With the security guard still tied up—and the voices of Myron and Lex Ryder in his ear—Win approached the computers in the downstairs room. The austere décor made sense now. Lex might visit to use the recording studio. Crisp or well-trusted security guards might spend nights. But nobody truly lived here. You could feel that hollowness. The security guard was muscle, an old Ache worker. He knew to keep his mouth shut. But even he didn’t quite know the circumstances. Guards were changed every few months. All understood that the upstairs was off-limits. This particular guard had never seen Gabriel Wire, of course, but he didn’t really question that. He figured that Wire just traveled a lot. Wire was a paranoid recluse, he was told. He was never to approach him. So he never did.
Win had wondered about the lack of security, but now it made perfect sense. “Wire” lived on an island with very few inhabitants, most of whom shunned publicity or craved privacy. Even if there was a breach, even if someone did manage to break into the house, so what? They would find no Gabriel Wire, but what would that mean? Ache, Crisp, and Ryder had concocted enough stories about secret travels and disguises to explain away any absence.
Fairly ingenious.
Win was not much of a computer expert, but he knew enough. With a bit of persuasion the guard had helped him with the rest. Win brought up the passenger manifests. He looked through other files that Crisp had worked on. Crisp was no fool. He would never leave anything incriminating, anything that could be used in court, but Win didn’t worry about court.
When he was done, Win placed three phone calls. The first was to his pilot.
“You’re ready?”
The pilot said, “Yes.”
“Depart now. I’ll signal when it’s okay to land.”
Win’s second call was Esperanza. “Any new developments on Mr. Bolitar?”
Al Bolitar has always insisted that Win call him Al. But Win just couldn’t.
“They just rushed him back into surgery,” Esperanza said. “It doesn’t look good.”
Win hung up again. The third call was to a federal penitentiary in Lewisburg, Pennsylvania.
When Win finished, he sat back and listened to Myron and Lex Ryder. He considered his options, but in truth there was only one. They had gone too far this time. They had brought themselves to the brink, and there was only one way to back away from it.
The security guard’s radio sounded. Through the radio static a voice said, “Billy?”
The voice belonged to Crisp.
Win smiled. That meant Crisp was near. Their big showdown was only minutes away now. Frank Ache had predicted that it would come down to this during the prison visit. Win had joked that he would videotape it, but no, Frank would have to settle for an oral recounting.
Win brought the radio over to the guard. As Win came closer, the security guard began to whimper. Win understood. He took out his gun and put it against the man’s forehead. Overkill, really. The man had already tried to be tough. It hadn’t lasted.
“You probably have a code word that tells Crisp you’re in trouble,” Win said. “If you use it, you will beg me to pull this trigger. Do you understand?”
The security guard nodded, eager to please.
Win put the radio to Billy’s ear and pressed the talk button. He said, “Billy here.”
“Status?”
“All clear.”
“The earlier problem was taken care of?”
“Yes. Like I said, it was the twins. They ran when I came out.”
“I have separate confirmation that they drove off,” Crisp said. “How is our guest behaving?”
“Still upstairs working on that new song.”
“Very good,” Crisp said. “I’m on my way up to the house. Billy?”
“Yes.”
“There’s no reason to tell him I’m coming.”
The conversation ended. Crisp was on his way.
It was time for Win to prepare.
Myron said, “Kitty?”
Lex Ryder nodded.
“How did she know Wire was dead?”
“She saw it.”
“She saw them kill Wire?”
Lex Ryder nodded. “I didn’t know about it until a few days ago. She calls me on the phone and tries to shake me down. ‘I know what you did to Gabriel,’ she says. I figure she’s putting me on. I say, ‘You don’t know squat’ and hang up. I don’t tell anyone. I figure she’ll go away. The next day she posts that tattoo and ‘Not His’ message. Like a warning. So I call her. I tell her to meet me at Three Downing. When I see her, I mean, wow, she’s bad, really wasted. I could have paid her off, I guess, but she’s a full-fledged addict now. Totally unreliable. Buzz ends up calling Crisp and tells him what she’s babbling about. Then you come barreling into the nightclub. During the commotion, I warn Kitty to get the hell out of there and not come back. She said she’s been doing that for sixteen years—since she saw Wire get shot.”
“You’re wrong. She loved you.”
“Of course she did.” Lex was smiling now. “Because I was Wire. Don’t you see? So when I saw that post, I mean, the shock of it. I just needed time to figure out what to do. So I came up here and made a little music. And then, like I said before, I called Suzze to tell her the truth. I started by telling her that Wire was dead—that he’d been dead for more than fifteen years. But she didn’t believe me. She wanted proof.”
“Did you see the body?”
“No.”
Myron spread his hands. “So then for all you know, he is alive. Maybe he’s overseas. Maybe he’s disguising himself or living in a commune in Tibet.”
Lex almost laughed at that one. “You believed that nonsense? Oh, come on. We were the ones who spread those rumors. Twice we asked starlets to say that they’d been with him and they agreed just to up their profile. No, Gabriel is dead.”
“How do you know?”
He shook his head. “Funny.”
“What?”
“That’s what Suzze kept asking: How did I know for sure?”
“So what did you tell her?”
“I told her there was a witness. Someone who saw Gabriel’s murder.”
“Who?”
But even before Lex answered, Myron knew. Whom did Suzze call right after she talked to Lex? Who had posted something that made Lex fear the truth would come out? And who, if he took it to the next level, connected all this to his brother?
“Kitty,” Lex said. “Kitty saw Gabriel Wire get killed.”
With the security guard still tied up—and the voices of Myron and Lex Ryder in his ear—Win approached the computers in the downstairs room. The austere décor made sense now. Lex might visit to use the recording studio. Crisp or well-trusted security guards might spend nights. But nobody truly lived here. You could feel that hollowness. The security guard was muscle, an old Ache worker. He knew to keep his mouth shut. But even he didn’t quite know the circumstances. Guards were changed every few months. All understood that the upstairs was off-limits. This particular guard had never seen Gabriel Wire, of course, but he didn’t really question that. He figured that Wire just traveled a lot. Wire was a paranoid recluse, he was told. He was never to approach him. So he never did.
Win had wondered about the lack of security, but now it made perfect sense. “Wire” lived on an island with very few inhabitants, most of whom shunned publicity or craved privacy. Even if there was a breach, even if someone did manage to break into the house, so what? They would find no Gabriel Wire, but what would that mean? Ache, Crisp, and Ryder had concocted enough stories about secret travels and disguises to explain away any absence.
Fairly ingenious.
Win was not much of a computer expert, but he knew enough. With a bit of persuasion the guard had helped him with the rest. Win brought up the passenger manifests. He looked through other files that Crisp had worked on. Crisp was no fool. He would never leave anything incriminating, anything that could be used in court, but Win didn’t worry about court.
When he was done, Win placed three phone calls. The first was to his pilot.
“You’re ready?”
The pilot said, “Yes.”
“Depart now. I’ll signal when it’s okay to land.”
Win’s second call was Esperanza. “Any new developments on Mr. Bolitar?”
Al Bolitar has always insisted that Win call him Al. But Win just couldn’t.
“They just rushed him back into surgery,” Esperanza said. “It doesn’t look good.”
Win hung up again. The third call was to a federal penitentiary in Lewisburg, Pennsylvania.
When Win finished, he sat back and listened to Myron and Lex Ryder. He considered his options, but in truth there was only one. They had gone too far this time. They had brought themselves to the brink, and there was only one way to back away from it.
The security guard’s radio sounded. Through the radio static a voice said, “Billy?”
The voice belonged to Crisp.
Win smiled. That meant Crisp was near. Their big showdown was only minutes away now. Frank Ache had predicted that it would come down to this during the prison visit. Win had joked that he would videotape it, but no, Frank would have to settle for an oral recounting.
Win brought the radio over to the guard. As Win came closer, the security guard began to whimper. Win understood. He took out his gun and put it against the man’s forehead. Overkill, really. The man had already tried to be tough. It hadn’t lasted.
“You probably have a code word that tells Crisp you’re in trouble,” Win said. “If you use it, you will beg me to pull this trigger. Do you understand?”
The security guard nodded, eager to please.
Win put the radio to Billy’s ear and pressed the talk button. He said, “Billy here.”
“Status?”
“All clear.”
“The earlier problem was taken care of?”
“Yes. Like I said, it was the twins. They ran when I came out.”
“I have separate confirmation that they drove off,” Crisp said. “How is our guest behaving?”
“Still upstairs working on that new song.”
“Very good,” Crisp said. “I’m on my way up to the house. Billy?”
“Yes.”
“There’s no reason to tell him I’m coming.”
The conversation ended. Crisp was on his way.
It was time for Win to prepare.
Myron said, “Kitty?”
Lex Ryder nodded.
“How did she know Wire was dead?”
“She saw it.”
“She saw them kill Wire?”
Lex Ryder nodded. “I didn’t know about it until a few days ago. She calls me on the phone and tries to shake me down. ‘I know what you did to Gabriel,’ she says. I figure she’s putting me on. I say, ‘You don’t know squat’ and hang up. I don’t tell anyone. I figure she’ll go away. The next day she posts that tattoo and ‘Not His’ message. Like a warning. So I call her. I tell her to meet me at Three Downing. When I see her, I mean, wow, she’s bad, really wasted. I could have paid her off, I guess, but she’s a full-fledged addict now. Totally unreliable. Buzz ends up calling Crisp and tells him what she’s babbling about. Then you come barreling into the nightclub. During the commotion, I warn Kitty to get the hell out of there and not come back. She said she’s been doing that for sixteen years—since she saw Wire get shot.”
