"You lookin' for Tarzan?" asked Leonard. "He's inna house, right?"
"I'm thinking maybe my rifle is up there," said Henry. "Looks like there's some kind of platform up there, where he jumped from."
Leonard looked up into the tree and said, "Why the fuck would he — OOOM!"
Roger had just given Leonard a traditional hearty dog welcome, which consisted of rocketing headfirst into Leonard's groin, knocking him backward and down.
"Get away from me, dammit!" said Leonard, unsuccessfully trying to fend off Roger, who had detected several residual atoms of marinara sauce on Leonard's chin and was frantically trying to lick them off before some rival dog found them. "Henry, get him offme!"
Henry grabbed Roger by the collar and lifted him off Leonard. This did not cause Roger any physical discomfort, as Roger was basically a large fur-covered muscle controlled by a brain the size of a Raisinet. In fact, Roger was delighted: Another person was here! Maybe this one had food!
"Get down, dammit," said Henry, trying to push the dog away, wondering if maybe he would have to shoot it. Suddenly, Roger's head snapped up. He had detected something that Henry and Leonard could not hear at this distance: the intercom buzzer! Roger knew that sound; it meant somebody was here. And whoever it was might have food. As suddenly as he had appeared, Roger went rocketing back toward the house.
Henry said, "I'm gonna take a look up in the tree." From the ground, Leonard said, "I'm never gonna leave New Jersey again."
Eddie, wrapping the phone cord around Matt's wrists, had tied one knot — he thought it was a square, but it was actually a granny — when the intercom unit in the foyer buzzed.
Everybody looked at Snake. The intercom buzzed again, longer this time.
"OK," said Snake, grabbing Anna by the arm and yanking her roughly to her feet. "You go tell whoever that is to go away. You don't say nothin' stupid or you get shot." He followed Anna partway into the foyer, standing where he could see her and the living room. The intercom buzzed again. Anna pushed the talk button.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"Miami Police," said a male voice.
"Shit," whispered Snake.
The intercom voice said, "This is Officer Kramitz and Officer Ramirez. Can we come in, please?"
Anna looked at Snake, who was pointing the gun at her. "Ask 'em what they want," he whispered.
"What do you want?" Anna said.
"We need to talk to Jenny Herk," said the voice.
Snake whispered, "Tell 'em she ain't here."
"She's not here," said Anna.
There was a pause, then the voice said, "Well, can we come in and speak to you for a moment, ma'am?"
Anna looked at Snake, who again whispered, "Shit," and then, "OK, open the gate and let 'em come to the front door."
"I'm opening the gate," said Anna, punching in the code.
"Sounded to me like somebody was telling her what to say," said Walter, as the gate slid open.
"Yeah, I heard that, too," said Monica. "I'm wondering if it was the husband."
"He's the asshole, right?" said Walter.
"That's him," said Monica. "I'm wondering if Jenny told them what happened at the five-and-dime, and they're just telling us she's not here to keep her out of it."
"They don't wanna get involved," said Walter.
"Right," said Monica.
"Well," said Walter, stopping the cruiser in the Herk driveway, "they're gonna get involved."
He and Monica got out of the car and went to the front door. Walter knocked and said, "It's the police."
The door opened just wide enough for Anna to show her face.
"Yes, officers?" she said. "Can I help you?"
Her jaw was clenched; her eyes were too wide. Even Walter could tell there was something wrong.
Both he and Monica assumed that the asshole husband had told her what to say, and was listening to her.
"Mrs. Herk," said Monica, "we want to talk to Jenny about a… about something that happened in the Grove. We think she and her friend Matt were witnesses. Your daughter's not in trouble, but it's important that we talk to her."
"I told you Jenny's not here," Anna said.
"Mrs. Herk," said Monica, "Do you mind if we come in for a minute?"
"I… I… No," Anna said. "I mean yes, I mind. Please don't come in."
"Mrs. Herk, is something wrong?" asked Monica.
"No," said Anna, her voice tight. "No."
Monica and Walter looked at each other. They both knew that, without a warrant, they could not legally enter this house by force.
"OK, then, Mrs. Herk," said Monica. "I'm gonna give you a card, and when Jenny gets here, I'd appreciate it if you'd give us a call, OK?"
"Yes," said Anna, taking the card, her hand shaking, and Monica saw something in her eyes, and before she could talk herself out of it, she put her shoulder to the door, pushed it open, and stepped inside.
"Do you think you could go a little faster?" Eliot asked the cab driver. The driver looked up into the rearview and studied Eliot for a few seconds, which was not really a dangerous maneuver, because he was going only about eight miles per hour. Over the years, Eliot had noticed that in Miami, in contrast to other cities, where cab drivers tended to go faster than everybody else, they generally traveled at the speed of diseased livestock. Eliot suspected that this driver was stoned on something.
"What's the big hurry?" the driver asked, still looking at Eliot, as opposed to the road.
"This is an emergency," said Eliot.
"Huh," said the driver, not going any faster. In fact, he appeared to actually slow down, while he thought about it.
After a few seconds, he said, "Which one is Caramba Street?"
"It's not Caramba Street," said Eliot. "It's Garbanzo Street. Garbanzo."
This new information caused the cab driver to slow still more.
"I thought you tole me Caramba Street," he said.
"No," said Eliot, starting to lose it, "Garbanzo."
The cab driver thought about that. They were now going slower than Eliot normally walked.
'Tell you the truth," said the cab driver, "I never even heard of no Caramba Street."
"Look," said Eliot, "could you just…»
"I ain't sayin' there ain't no Caramba Street," said the driver. "I'm just sayin' I never heard of it."
"Could you please go to Garbanzo as fast as possible?" said Eliot.
"What's the big hurry?" asked the driver.
"THIS IS A FUCKING EMERGENCY," said Eliot.
"OK, OK, OK," said the driver, taking both hands off the wheel and holding them in front of him, palms out, to indicate that, sheesh, enough already. "You don't gotta yell."
When Monica shoved her way through the front door of the Herk home, Anna staggered back a step. Monica quickly brushed past her, not sure what she was looking for. Suddenly, she stopped.
Two steps behind, Walter, surprised by Monica's decision to force her way in, was saying, "Jesus, Monica, what're you… " Then he stopped, too, because he saw what Monica was seeing: Snake, standing just beyond Anna, at the entrance to the living room, aiming a gun at them. It looked to Walter like a.45.
"I'll kill you both," Snake said. "Swear to God, you gimme one excuse, I'll fuckin' kill you both right now."
Monica said, "We're not gonna…»
"Shut up!" said Snake. "Just shut up an' put up them hands. Eddie! Get in here."
Eddie came around the corner and saw the two police officers, with their hands up.
"Oh Jesus, Snake," he said.
"Shut up, goddammit," said Snake. "Just do like I say. Close the door and get their guns and bring 'em here."
Eddie closed the door, then went to Monica, unsnapped her belt holster, and took the Clock 40. It felt heavy in his hand. Next he got Walter's gun. Walter, his arms in the air, tensed his biceps and gave Eddie a hard-ass stare, but Eddie didn't meet his eyes.