“You saw what he did to Mai,” Sam said. “He has to pay.”
“Pay?” I asked, incredulous. “Kid, you have no idea.”
“They’ll spit on him on his way to and from the courtroom,” I said, smiling. “Once he’s in prison he’ll dissolve like an oil slick spreading across tainted water; he’ll fade away into the walls of his cell. The head-shrinkers will study him like a lab rat, and every time the Badge talks to him, he’ll see the contempt in their eyes for a punk bitch like him who hid behind the uniform and shamed whatever clean cops may be.”
“And an ex-law-dog in prison? He’ll have a real active sex life, I’m sure. Well,” I said, gesturing towards the AIDS medications, “given his condition the violating will probably be with foreign objects. Of course there’s solitary confinement if he don’t want that kind of interaction with fellow prisoners, I was no stranger to the Hole either. But in the end he’ll die miserably, surrounded by apathetic medical staff in the most ill-equipped health care system in America.”
“No Gotterdammerung for you,” I said to Jansen with a smile. “No transcendence, nothing sublime. Just meaningless, whimpering oblivion, like any of the sheep you despise.”
“We’re nothing like you, you see,” I explained to the Driver.
Jansen laughed quietly, a horrible sound like marbles grinding in a garbage disposal, and more blood spattered his already crimson lower face. “You are ridiculous. I know you better than you know yourself, soul brother. Admit it, my friend: You came here as much to see my face as to end this.
“You are the Other, Markus, just like me. You think I hate you? Hardly, even though I know we could never be friends. We are both self-constructs; we both had to make ourselves – the sheep misunderstand you as thoroughly as they misunderstand me.
“Perhaps if you stay downwind they will not smell the wolf on you. Oh yes, that strategy has worked quite well for you thus far, has it not, Markus? But do you really think they will ever allow you to be part of them?
“As soon as you have taken out the trash, as soon as you have disposed of me? Once the dragon is gone they will be more and more uncomfortable with the dragon slayer. In the end they will be afraid of you, as well they should be.
“That day at the school? You were never more alive that at that moment – that was the high point for you, it is all down hill from there and you know it. Confess it: You loved it when you killed those men. The feeling of power, seeing the terror in their eyes as you took their lives like a god? You know the pleasure you felt then.
“But why does that truth make you look so guilty? Why do you think you are less because of it, when you are more than the equal of any of the weaklings you fight for? I know why.
“I know your secret, brother. I know why you run from the sheep’s adulation so persistently. Because you have done it before – and you are fool enough to be ashamed of it.
“Am I the only one who wonders how you were able to do so well at the school? I am Chief of Police here; I was able to talk to quite a few detectives in various Bay Area police departments. It is amazing what off-the-record tidbits brother officers will share, suspicions they may never be able to substantiate enough to get a warrant, but informed enough to be damning.
“Shall I tell your son about you, about the things you did when you were his age?”
My face was hot; I didn’t want Jansen to continue discussing that feral young hellion Angela had helped me lay down so long ago. That boy I’d been was a nasty little beast, even if I’d never had a hard-on for deliberate sadism like Jansen did. Still, I sure didn’t want to walk down memory lane.
“Don't you even talk about him like that,” Sam said, startling me with his vehemence. “I don’t care what he did. That don’t matter to me.”
Jansen turned his bland attention on Sam. “Ah,” the Chief said. “In that case, allow me to tell you about your mother.”
“She killed herself. She was weak,” Jansen said, relishing the expression that instantly crawled across Sam’s face. “Your mother chose drugs over her own child. She abandoned you.”
“You really might want to stop now,” I said.
But Jansen, as was his right, opted to continue provoking Sam: “Your precious uncle and Ms. Hubbard enjoyed each other’s company so immensely before you ever became intimate with her. Do you like that image, of your uncle and Elaine naked behind closed doors, doing the exact same things you and she do together now? Do you think she asked him to perform the exact same actions she demands of you? The same positions, the same… timing?”
He returned his attention to me. “Your brother and Elaine allowed you to languish in a cell for seven years, when I was here before them all along. They were trying to deal with Tubbs, and sell him the evidence package. Karl only called Agent Miller to make the threat look legitimate to jack up the price – Tubbs took umbrage at their greed, had Karl killed, and stole the evidence without paying Ms. Hubbard.”
Back to Sam: “Do you really think your lover is going to fight for the Gardens with her feeble injunction? She will sell you out, and you know it – you are a boy, your type is a dime a dozen and she can pick up a new one of you anywhere by rubbing two nickels together. How awful for your friends when she ‘loses,’ pockets the money Tubbs hands her and leaves town. Do you-”
I took a quick step forward to hover over Jansen with the hammer raised high, and he stopped in mid-sentence.
“You promised,” he said again as he turned his head to the side with eyes scrunched tightly closed. His hollow voice wobbled. He was sweaty, agitated and rigid as he squirmed on the floor, pressing his good hand against his hip.
“You little, little man,” I said, shaking my head at his foolishness. “What a keen eye you have for other people’s thumbscrews. I’ll be sure and let you know if you ever get close to one of mine.”
“As you say, Reese killed Karl, not you,” I admitted. “No one wants to give you credit for something you didn’t do after all.”
I squatted down on my hams by Jansen’s head. “You admit yourself you only engineered Kendra’s death; you didn’t have the balls to kill her with your own hands, personally I think she would’ve cleaned your stinking clock. And as you were kind enough to point out to my son, my Angela killed herself. She was weak, as you say.”
I smiled. “Thanks for offering us your so very useful insights. I’d like to return the favor if I may.” I tapped the floor next to him with the framing hammer – whak – and he twitched.
“I’m figuring you probably wet the bed as a kid. Did your folks hang the pissy sheets out for all the neighbors to see?” I tapped the floor with the hammer again, this time up by his head – whak – and Jansen flinched again.
“Poor boopie. Were Mommy and Daddy mean to you? ‘I deserve better, life is so unfair,’” I crooned. WHAK – an inch from his ear – and Jansen almost levitated off the floor.
“I’m betting you got your start tearing the wings off flies. Then what? Maybe graduating to helpless small animals – you know, puppies, kittens – something harmless and cute that trusted you enough to let you get close?” WHAK! – close enough to tear out some hair – and there were tears in Jansen’s eyes now.
“But I understand you, ‘friend.’ I figured you out. I know your secret.” I put one hand on the floor and leaned in close, so our faces were only inches apart. “You’re the one who’s afraid. You make them scream, you send them into the dark – because the dark is what you’re most terrified of.”