"Left me a lot of money. Do you know what she said in her will? She said, 'This is for Robert's freedom to risk enjoying life.' Her exact words. She always called me Robert. 'Robert's freedom to risk enjoying life.' Which is just what I've been doing for the past year. Kissed my father off, told him to shove it, told him I'd be happy if I never saw him again, and then left L.A. forever."
She wondered if there were any warrants out on him in L.A.
But why would there be any warrants?
"Went to Kansas City, had a good time there… got the tattoo there, in fact, what the hell, I'd always wanted a tattoo. Then on to Chicago, lived it up there, too, plenty of money to take risks, Linda. I owe that to my mother." He nodded thoughtfully, and then said, "He's the one who killed her, you know."
She looked at him.
"Oh, not literally. I mean he didn't stick a knife in her or anything. But he was having an affair with our housekeeper, and she found out about it, and it broke her heart, she was never the same again. They said it was cancer, but stress can induce serious illness, you know, and I'm sure that's what caused it, his fooling around with Elga. The money my mother eventually left me was the money she'd got in the divorce settlement, which I think was poetic justice, don't you? I mean, him raising me so strictly—while he's fooling around with that Nazi hooker, mind you—and my mother giving me
"How?" Eileen asked.
"Oh, not by investing in hog bellies or anything," he said, and smiled. "By living well. Living well is the best revenge, isn't it? Who said that? I know
"Not
"Don't brush them on me, right?" he said, and they both laughed.
He looked at the clock.
"Five minutes left," he said. "Maybe we'll go outside then. Would you like to go outside then? When the five minutes are up?"
"Whatever you want," she said.
"Maybe that's what we'll do," he said. "Have a little fun. Do something new and exciting, huh? Risks," he said, and smiled again.
He had a very pleasant smile.
Transformed his entire face. Made him look like a shy little boy. Blue eyes soft, almost misty, behind the eyeglasses. Shy little kid sitting in the back row, afraid to raise his hand and ask questions.
"In a way, you know," he said, "it
Eileen nodded.
"Didn't like that one, huh?"
"
"I promise we won't do it like dogs, okay?" he said, smiling. "How would you like to do it, Linda?"
"You're the boss," she said.
"Have you ever seen a snuff movie?" he asked.
"Never," she said.
Here it comes, she thought.
"Does that scare you?" he said. "My asking about a snuff movie?"
"Yes," she said.
"Me, too," he said, and smiled. "I've never seen one, either."
Explore it, she thought.
But she was afraid to.
"Think you might like that?" she asked.
Her heart was suddenly pounding again.
"Killing someone while you were laying her?"
He looked deep into her eyes as though searching for something there.
"Not if she knew it was going to happen," he said.
And suddenly she knew for certain that he was their man, and there was no postponing what would happen tonight.
He looked up at the clock.
"Time's up," he said. "Let's go outside."