She wondered if she should ask to see his hands again. She decided that would be pushing it. He'd given her his promise, and she had to trust him. Pretending a confidence she didn't quite feel, she stood up, opened her jacket wide, and said, "Nothing under it, Mr Whittaker. I'm unarmed."
"Turn aroun', liff up the back of the jacket."
She turned to show her back to him and the assault rifle in his hands. Lifted the jacket, showed him the back of the yellow shirt under it. Nothing strapped to her. No gun and holster. Nothing.
"Okay?" she said.
"What's that on your belt?" he asked.
"A walkie-talkie. Don't worry, it isn't some kind of trick gun or anything."
"Throw it up here on the porch."
"No, I can't do that. I have to stay in touch. In case they want me to pass on a message. Okay?"
"Yeah, okay."
"Okay to put my jacket down now?"
"Yeah, go on, Red."
"You want me to cut off all my hair again?"
She thought she heard a chuckle in there.
"So stop calling me Red, okay?"
No answer.
"Okay for me to turn around again?" she asked.
"Yeah, okay."
She turned to face the window again. She still could not see him. Only Dolly sat in the window. Blank stare on her face.
"Can I come up on the porch?"
"Why?"
"So we can talk without having to yell."
"Come on up."
"Do I still have your promise?"
"I ain't shot you yet, have I?"
"I'd like your promise that you won't." ?
"I won't. I promise you."
"Okay, so I'm coming up there, right?"
"I said okay."
"I just don't want any accidents. I want you to know what I'm doing, so there won't be any slipups."
"Yeah, come on up."
She went up the low flat steps that led to the front door of the house, and then she moved left toward the nearest window and was moving along the porch toward . . .
"Hold it right there," he said.
"Okay."
"That's fine right where you are."
"Okay."
"So what's your idea?"
"He says no chopper, he can't get one. There's been a big accident on the Harb …"
"The what?"
"The Harb, the river, don't you - that's right, you're from Washington."
"How you know that?"
"I saw your …"
"Yeah, what kine a accident?"
"A pleasure boat hit the ferry to Bethtown. We've got all our choppers out in a big rescue operation."
A flat-out lie. But the game had changed. Two men with a bolt cutter would soon be dancing around back to that cellar door. And once the girl was clear -
"So tell your boss t'get me a commercial chopper."
"I'll ask him, if you want me to. But you know what I think?"
"Whut?"
"I think you'd be better off with a limo. Time the jet gets out there …"
"Whut jet? He gettin' me a jet?"
"I thought I told you. A jet's being fueled right this minute."
"No, all you said was no chopper."
"It'll be ready in …"
"Be ready where?"
"Spindrift. In an hour or so. If I can get him to send a limo for you, you'd be there in plenty of time. Might be quicker than a chopper, matter of fact, the way air-traffic control is out there."
She could see his face now. She had lured him closer to the window. He was thinking it over.
"I'll ask my boss to give you a motorcycle escort," she said, "get you to the airport in forty minutes."
The idea was beginning to appeal to him. Big-shot ambassador from Washington, DC, in his own stretch limo with a motorcycle escort taking him to his private jet plane. She could almost hear the wheels grinding in the dark there inside the house and inside his head.
"I'll let go the girl when we're inside the jet," he said.
"Aw, come on, Mr Whittaker, how can I tell my boss that?"
"I don't give a shit whut you tell him …"
Easy now, she thought.
"… I'm the one got a gun pointin' at her headl"
"I know that," she said. Her heart was pounding. "And I don't want her to get hurt, Mr Whittaker, I don't want anybody to get hurt. But I've got to go back to him with something reasonable, I'm sure you can understand that. He's giving you a limo and a jet, I've got to tell him you're willing to give him something in return." Talking a mile a minute now, dazzling him with the brilliance of her logic. "I know I can get the limo for you, I've already discussed that with him. And he's got the jet being fueled right this minute, he's getting you everything you asked for, he's being cooperative all the way down the line, isn't he? It's just a chopper's out of the question because of that freak accident on the river, which was something none of us could control, am I right? So if I can go to him and say, Look, Mr Whittaker'U let the girl go, but he wants certain assurances, whatever those may be, you tell me what you want and I'll pass it on. And if we can work it out, get you what you want, make sure the girl's safe and you're safe, we can have you on your way in five, ten minutes, be there in time to meet the jet, what do you say?"
"How do I know this ain't a trick is whut I say."
