There was a silence on the phone, then Captain Delson said, "Well, fax us the particulars." He added, "But don't reach for things that won't stand up."
"Hey, I'm gonna send you a bench warrant, signed by the local judge here, and we will extradite. All you got to do is hold them. Spencerville will come get them."
"I'm not holding them, but if we locate them, we'll let you know. Here's something else a Keith Landry made reservations at the Airport Sheraton in Cleveland and booked a USAir flight to New York from there." He gave Baxter the details and added, "We're watching the roads between Toledo and Cleveland, and there will be Cleveland police at the Sheraton." Captain Delson added, "We'll leave that in place for you. Also, because they were spotted at Toledo Airport, as standard operating procedure, the state and local police are checking the area motels, boardinghouses, and so forth. The subjects might not be going to Cleveland if they get wind of an all-points bulletin."
Baxter nodded. "Yeah... okay. You'll let me know as soon as you get a lead or something."
"We will." Captain Delson stayed silent, then said, "You might want to handle it yourself, man-to-man."
"Yeah... whenever and wherever you get a fix on them, you let me know." Baxter added, "I want to talk to her... I want to see if she knows what she's doing before she runs out on a husband and two kids. Hey, if you're right, and she's going with this guy willingly, then the hell with her. But I want to hear it from her own mouth. You understand."
"I do."
"Yeah... hell of a thing. Married twenty years... son and daughter in college... they're home now," he lied, "real upset... her mother almost had a heart attack. Sister can't stop crying, father is mad as hell at her. What the hell's wrong with these women today?"
"I don't know."
"Well, I appreciate all that's being done. I just want to talk to her."
"We'll keep you posted."
"I'll be right here all night." He blew his nose into the phone and said in a cracking voice, "I just want to see her again. Please, God..."
"Okay. Take it easy."
Baxter hung up and slammed the desk. "Goddamnit! I'll fucking kill her! I'll crucify that cocksucker..."
The door opened, and Sergeant Blake stuck his head in. "Everything okay, Chief?"
"Yeah. Get the hell out of here no, wait." He thought a moment, then said, "Have Schenley fix up a bench warrant for Landry obstructing justice, trespassing, some other shit and tell him to go wake up Judge Thornsby and get it signed, and send it out."
"Yes, sir."
"Wait! Then get two cars, three men including you, and the homing device. We're going up to Toledo."
Chapter Thirty-three
As he undressed, she sat on the bed, cross-legged, the teddy bear in her lap, and said to him, "I'm not on the pill. Did I tell you that?"
"No. We didn't get around to the preliminaries last time." He said to her, "I should have told you I had an exit physical before I left D.C. I'm okay."
"I assumed... but I guess I was supposed to ask beforehand... I'm not used to... I mean, I don't do this."
"No, you don't."
She nodded in understanding. "When I realized that he... that he had other women, I had some tests done, then I had my gynecologist tell him I couldn't take the pill, and I couldn't wear a diaphragm, so he had to wear a condom. It was humiliating. He got very annoyed, but he understood what it was really about... do we have to talk about this?"
"I think that about covers it." He smiled. "Did I get you pregnant?"
She smiled, too. "I hope so. Do you want to try again?"
Keith got into the bed, moved the teddy bear away, and they sat face-to-face, their legs wrapped around each other, and they fondled, kissed, and massaged, drawing out the foreplay as if they truly had all the time in the world, as if there were no possibility of a knock on the door.
She moved closer to him, raised herself up, and came down on him, never taking her mouth off his.
For the next half hour, without acknowledging it, they were adolescents again, without prior experience feeling, exploring, touching, probing, experimenting with oral sex, mutual masturbation, and pretending to discover new positions for intercourse. She said, "I haven't been fucked like this since that guy I told you about. Where'd you learn this stuff?"
"From a sixteen-year-old. I was seventeen."
"I'm glad you haven't forgotten any of it."
"No, and I never forgot her."
They lay on the bed, on top of the sheets, holding hands. There was a mirror on the ceiling, and they both made jokes about it, but Keith thought she'd been a little embarrassed. He stared up at the mirror and saw her beside him, her hair fanned out on the pillow, her eyes closed, looking very contented with a smile on her face. Her image in the mirror was like a quiet dream, he thought, her breasts rising and falling, the thick bush of pubic hair, the slightly parted legs, and her toes wiggling, which was something he remembered from long ago. In fact, this was how he remembered her on the morning he left, and he recalled saying to her then, "See you later."
Keith sat up slowly and looked around the room. It was sparsely furnished, and what there was, was bolted down, including the TV set and the wall-mounted bed lamps. He'd have liked to put something against the door, but there wasn't even a chair in the place. It occurred to him that, if the Westway Motel customers were the sort who would load tacky motel furniture on their pickups, they were also the sort who needed more identification and security than twenty-nine dollars up front. With that in mind, it also occurred to him that the clerk probably went outside and took down license plate numbers, which rarely, or never, matched the ones on the registration form. He hadn't parked the Blazer in front of the door, but there weren't that many vehicles parked outside to begin with. In the plus column, the Blazer hadn't been there more than ten minutes before they'd gotten rid of it. There was no use worrying about it. He'd been taught two mutually exclusive things: never underestimate the police, and never overestimate the police. The bottom line on this situation was not life and death, or the end of the Free World it was a trip to the local police station, some messiness and embarrassment, and eventually a reasonable and hopefully happy resolution. Keith didn't want a trip to the police station to be part of their memories, but if it happened, it happened. Meanwhile he rather enjoyed outsmarting Baxter and wanted that as part of their history. He looked at his watch on the nightstand. It was eleven thirty-five. So far, so good.
She said to him, "This is the happiest I've been since our last summer together in Columbus."
"Me, too."
"Do you mean that?"
"I do. I really do."
"Do we live happily ever after?"
"Yes, we do."
She stayed silent a moment, then said, "But we have to get through tonight and tomorrow, don't we?"
He didn't reply immediately, then looked at her and told her, "No matter what happens tonight or tomorrow, even if we're separated for a short time, remember that I love you, and know that we'll be together again. I promise."
She sat up and kissed him. "You remember that, too."
"I will."
She put her head on his chest. "I feel like a kid again, like it hasn't been twenty-five years, but twenty-five hours, and everything that happened between that morning you left in Columbus and now, didn't happen."
"That's a nice thought."
"Good. Let's pretend. There's no world outside that door, it's just us again, like it used to be."
"How in the name of God did I let you go?"
"Shhh. You didn't. I'm here. I've always been here..." She patted his heart. "Here, where it counts. I never left your heart, you never left my heart."