“This. Everything.” He waved his arm about. “The whole works. Can you believe this operation was pieced together by one woman? What a pistol.”
“A… pistol?”
“Yeah, you know. A hot tamale. Proactive. Ballsy.”
“I don’t see that her efforts have produced much in the way of results.”
“Give her time, Ernie. They will. Everyone knows it. She must have that sick son of a bitch quaking in his boots.”
That might be something of an exaggeration, all things considered. “You seem to be enjoying this assignment.” Which might explain why Herb was still hanging around, even though his shift had ended half an hour ago.
“ ’Course I am. Didn’t I tell you I always wanted to be a cop?”
“Yes, but you weren’t and you still aren’t. You’re a security officer temporarily assigned to a private room. No one here is a cop.”
“I’m a lot closer than I was bagging pickpockets in the blackjack pit. I mean, you can feel the excitement in here. You can breathe it. Makes my whole body tingle. Hell, I’m having a moment as we speak.”
That was really more information than I required, he thought ruefully.
“On this detail, we’re a part of something that matters. The whole world is watching this investigation.”
“The whole world is watching the police investigation. This gang is little better than a well-financed vigilante squad.”
Harv ran a hand through his russet curls. “You’re pretty damn down on this operation. But I know you volunteered for it. Why? If you dislike it so much, why don’t you go back to policing the slot machines?”
Well, there was a very good answer to that question, but he wouldn’t be sharing it with Harv. “I need the money.”
“That bonus in the pay envelope was pretty good, wasn’t it? I may be able to take Elaine on that Halloween holiday she wanted.” He took a handkerchief out of his back pocket and wiped it across his brow. “No disrespect to my Elaine, but Dr. Spencer looks pretty damn good for her age, doesn’t she?”
He made a slight clicking noise with his tongue. “Too much hair. And the plastic surgery was a mistake.”
“Yeah, like you’d kick her out of bed for eating crackers.” He laughed. “The ladies are tough on you little guys, aren’t they?” He gave his co-worker a gentle jab that was not returned.
A few minutes later, a trim black man with a cell phone in each hand approached them. “Which one of you two officers is in charge?”
“I am,” Harv chirped.
He burned. Was that because you’re so incredibly tall? “We’re both of equal rank and stature on this security detail,” he replied.
“Well, the doctor needs someone to drive her to the airport.”
Behind them, Dr. Spencer approached with her usual no-nonsense deliberateness. “Hello again, Ernie. Car’s parked out back, same lot you people use. These bodyguards can get me to the parking lot. But I need a driver. So which of you lucky boys is going to do the honors?”
He cut Harv off before he could speak. “I would be pleased to escort you, ma’am.”
“Sure you wouldn’t mind? It isn’t an official part of your job description.”
“That doesn’t matter. I would be honored.”
“Well, if you’re sure you don’t mind, let’s be off.”
“Maybe I should be the one to go with her,” Harv cut in.
He felt his jaw clenching. Steady, old boy. Steady…
“Well, you’re still on duty, aren’t you?” Harv added.
“My shift ends at one.”
“And we don’t want to leave the door unguarded.”
“But if the good doctor is leaving now-”
“I got off half an hour ago. I’ll take her.”
“I could still-”
“No, he’s right,” Spencer said. She was looking at him, staring with an intensity he had not felt before. Did she… see something? Was he too anxious? Was it possible she suspected? “It makes more sense for him to go.”
“Yes, of course,” he said, acquiescing as gracefully as possible. “Take care of the good doctor, Harv. You never know what might happen out there.”
Infernal imp, he thought, swearing to himself as he pushed his way into the break room. He’d almost had the woman exactly where he wanted her, where he needed her. A moment of vulnerability handed to him like a gift. Until Harv, with his inveterate imbecility, pursuing his infinite dreams with his infinite ego, intervened.
He poured himself a cup of the hotel’s mediocre coffee. In truth, he did not feel overly disappointed. Was it possible his heart wasn’t in this work? It had seemed important, but there was no denying that it was not in the plan. And for that matter, the plan had failed to produce its desired results. Perhaps this was a signal that it was time to rest and reconsider. Perhaps he should take a leave of absence, at least until the TV doctor lost her zeal. He could travel, read. And then perhaps-
“Why have you betrayed me?”
The voice was deep and reverberating, shaking him to his core.
“Why have you betrayed me?”
“I-I don’t understand.”
“Why have you strayed?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“What did I tell you to do?”The voice came from nowhere and everywhere at once, from no one place. “What did I tell you to do?”
“I made three offerings. Just as the texts prescribed.”
“And were you successful?”
“No. Nothing happened.”
“What have you learned from this?”
“That-that perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps this is not the way.”
“No!”The dark voice split his skull, knocking him to his knees. “You failed because your faith was weak.”
“That’s not true. I believed. I did everything I could to-”
“You failed because your offerings were unwilling. They withheld their spirit. You did not ascend.”
“I’ve done everything I know to do.”
“Why did you not take the doctor?”
“I didn’t get a chance. Another man-”
“That is the answer of the weak! The dissembler. The betrayer.”
“No! I-I-”
“Your faith is not strong. That is why Dream-Land did not accept your offerings. To succeed you must be strong.”
“Please-”
“From this moment forward, everything will be different. You will act as prescribed by your destiny. You will be my Instrument.”
“Yes. Yes!”
“Would you know the secret?”
He braced himself against the wall. The voice was so loud, so overpowering. “What-secret?”
“Would you know why you have failed?”
Tears came to his eyes. “Yes. Please!”
“Then I will tell you. But not until you have done what you know you must.”
“But I-I-”
“It is your Destiny. Do this and I will give you the knowledge that you seek.”
“I will. I swear to you. I will!”
It had taken almost half an hour to finish all the checks, sign the papers, and put the bodyguards at ease, but Harv and Dr. Spencer eventually entered the employee parking lot. It was ridiculously dark, Harv thought. Of course, he came out here every night and it had never bothered him before. But it was different when you were on the job. In this blackness, how well could he protect her? How could he know what lurked in the hedge beyond the north perimeter? How could he know who might be watching from one of the balconies? Maybe he should’ve asked those bodyguards to come all the way to the car…