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Ыоуве Been Warned :: Patterson James
Страница: 128 из 138Keeled over on a desk by the bed is a very naked, very dead Penley, blood still dripping down her chest and leg. An awful lot of blood is pooled on the floor.
Michael removes the hand from my mouth, raising a finger to his. “Shhh, we don’t have a lot of time,” he says. “We have to leave now. Kristin, we’ll be fine.”
He’s so cool as he pulls a silk kerchief from his suit pocket and wipes the gun clean. Kneeling down, he places the gun in Stephen’s hand. Then he does something I don’t understand at all. Michael wipes the back of his own hand on Stephen’s fingers, wrist, and forearm.
I watch it all in total shock.
Michael seems so eerily calm, almost robotic as he works. He could just as easily be making a ham sandwich as framing another man for a murder-suicide.
What did he say about Stephen on the answering machine? “What if he doesn’t take the news well?”
Michael stands up, scowling at me, and it’s as if I’ve never seen him before in my life.
“You weren’t supposed to be here,” he says.
Were that only true. But I know otherwise. I was definitely meant to see this; I just don’t understand why yet.
“Where did you get the gun?” I ask.
“It doesn’t matter.”
I think I know. “Vincent gave it to you?”
Michael nods. “He’s parked downstairs. Around the corner. He’ll take us home, and we’ll wait for the police to contact me. You and I have a lot of acting to do, Kristin.”
Chapter 103
I BARELY HEAR Michael as my legs turn to rubber. I’m feeling dizzy and faint. I’m his accomplice now, aren’t I? An accomplice to a double murder. But I didn’t do anything. I came here to stop Michael, not to help him.
He grabs my shoulders, giving me a hard shake. “Stay with me now, okay? You’ve got to stay with me, Kristin. We’re going to be okay.”
This doesn’t seem like the time or place for a heartfelt confession, and yet it’s perfect, somehow.
“I have something I need to tell you,” I say.
“Not right now. Not now!”
“Yes. Right now, right here. Three years ago -”
“Kris, shut up! Just shut up! ”
“Three years ago, I was pregnant and about to have a baby, Michael. I came to New York with my boyfriend, who was the baby’s father.
“I had the baby right here in this hotel, Michael. Don’t you see? Don’t you get it? It all revolves around this place, whatever it is. My boyfriend, Matthew, was pre-med at Tufts. He delivered the baby, a little boy like Sean, right here.
Michael removes the hand from my mouth, raising a finger to his. “Shhh, we don’t have a lot of time,” he says. “We have to leave now. Kristin, we’ll be fine.”
He’s so cool as he pulls a silk kerchief from his suit pocket and wipes the gun clean. Kneeling down, he places the gun in Stephen’s hand. Then he does something I don’t understand at all. Michael wipes the back of his own hand on Stephen’s fingers, wrist, and forearm.
I watch it all in total shock.
Michael seems so eerily calm, almost robotic as he works. He could just as easily be making a ham sandwich as framing another man for a murder-suicide.
What did he say about Stephen on the answering machine? “What if he doesn’t take the news well?”
Michael stands up, scowling at me, and it’s as if I’ve never seen him before in my life.
“You weren’t supposed to be here,” he says.
Were that only true. But I know otherwise. I was definitely meant to see this; I just don’t understand why yet.
“Where did you get the gun?” I ask.
“It doesn’t matter.”
I think I know. “Vincent gave it to you?”
Michael nods. “He’s parked downstairs. Around the corner. He’ll take us home, and we’ll wait for the police to contact me. You and I have a lot of acting to do, Kristin.”
Chapter 103
I BARELY HEAR Michael as my legs turn to rubber. I’m feeling dizzy and faint. I’m his accomplice now, aren’t I? An accomplice to a double murder. But I didn’t do anything. I came here to stop Michael, not to help him.
He grabs my shoulders, giving me a hard shake. “Stay with me now, okay? You’ve got to stay with me, Kristin. We’re going to be okay.”
This doesn’t seem like the time or place for a heartfelt confession, and yet it’s perfect, somehow.
“I have something I need to tell you,” I say.
“Not right now. Not now!”
“Yes. Right now, right here. Three years ago -”
“Kris, shut up! Just shut up! ”
“Three years ago, I was pregnant and about to have a baby, Michael. I came to New York with my boyfriend, who was the baby’s father.
“I had the baby right here in this hotel, Michael. Don’t you see? Don’t you get it? It all revolves around this place, whatever it is. My boyfriend, Matthew, was pre-med at Tufts. He delivered the baby, a little boy like Sean, right here.