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Authors: Greg Iles
Tags: Fiction, LEGAL, Suspense, Psychological fiction, Thrillers, Suspense fiction, Large Type Books, Psychopaths, Physicians, Kidnapping, Jackson (Miss.)
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said nothing, but she saw the merit in his plan. Like all great ideas, it had the virtue of simplicity.
“I’m a goddamn genius,” Hickey went on. “You think your old man could’ve dreamed this up? Fucking gas-passer’s all he is. Pass the gas, pick up the check. And a fine wife like you waiting at home. What a waste.”
She forced herself not to look away as Hickey appraised her body. She would not let him believe she was intimidated by anything but his control of Abby.
“The other way people screw up,” he said, “is taking the kid off with them and sending a ransom note. That leaves the parents at home, alone and scared shitless. Then they get a note or a call—both traceable—asking for more ransom money than they could raise in a week. What else are they going to do but call the FBI? My way, nobody calls anybody but me and my partners, every half hour like clockwork. And as long as we do that, nobody gets hurt. Nobody goes to prison. Nobody dies.”
“You like listening to yourself talk, don’t you.”
He shrugged. “I like doing things right. This plan is as clean as they come. It’s run perfectly five times in a row. Am I proud of that? Yeah. And who else can I talk about it to but someone like you?”
Hickey was talking about kidnapping the way Will’s partners bragged about inside stock trades. “Don’t you have any feelings for the children involved?” she asked. “How terrified they must be?”
“A kid can stand anything for twenty-four hours,” Hickey said softly. “I stood a lot worse for years. ”
“But sooner or later you’ll make a mistake. You’re bound to.”
“The parents might. Not me. The guy I got keeping these kids? He loves ’em. Weighs about three hundred fifty pounds. Looks like goddamn Frankenstein, but he’s a giant teddy bear.”
Karen shut her eyes against the image of Abby being held prisoner by a monster. The image did not vanish but instead became clearer.
“Don’t worry,” Hickey said. “Huey’s not a child abuser or anything. He’s too slow. Only . . .”
Her eyes flew open. “What?”
“He doesn’t like kids running away from him. When he was little, kids at the regular school treated him pretty bad. When he got bigger, they just yelled things and ran. Then his mama put him in a retard school. Kids are pretty damn cruel. When Huey sees kids run, it still makes him lose his head.”
Hot blood rushed to her face. “But don’t you think it’s natural for a child being held prisoner by a stranger to try to run?”
“Your kid the panicky type?”
“Not usually, but . . . God, can’t we please spend the night wherever they are?”
“I’m getting hungry,” Hickey said. “Why don’t you see about fixing some supper? I’ll bet you were a natural with an Easy-Bake oven.”
Karen looked at the gun in her hand. A less useful thing she could not imagine. “When can we take Abby the insulin?”
“Food,” Hickey said, rubbing his flat belly. “F-O-O-D.”
FOUR
Will ate a bite of redfish and looked out over an audience of close to a thousand people eating the same dish. To his right, at the podium, Dr. Saul Stein was giving a rather digressive introductory speech. At last, like a man making a sudden left turn, he veered back onto the point.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are very lucky to have with us tonight a physician of the first caliber. A man whose pioneering work on the clinical frontiers of anesthesiology will be published in next month’s New England Journal of Medicine. ”
A burst of applause stopped Stein for several moments, and he smiled.
“Tonight, we will be treated to a précis of that article, which describes fundamental work carried out at our own University of Mississippi Medical Center. What’s amazing to me is that our speaker—a native Mississippian—entered his field as a second specialty, out of unfortunate necessity. We are very lucky that he did, because—”
A high-pitched beep
“I’m a goddamn genius,” Hickey went on. “You think your old man could’ve dreamed this up? Fucking gas-passer’s all he is. Pass the gas, pick up the check. And a fine wife like you waiting at home. What a waste.”
She forced herself not to look away as Hickey appraised her body. She would not let him believe she was intimidated by anything but his control of Abby.
“The other way people screw up,” he said, “is taking the kid off with them and sending a ransom note. That leaves the parents at home, alone and scared shitless. Then they get a note or a call—both traceable—asking for more ransom money than they could raise in a week. What else are they going to do but call the FBI? My way, nobody calls anybody but me and my partners, every half hour like clockwork. And as long as we do that, nobody gets hurt. Nobody goes to prison. Nobody dies.”
“You like listening to yourself talk, don’t you.”
He shrugged. “I like doing things right. This plan is as clean as they come. It’s run perfectly five times in a row. Am I proud of that? Yeah. And who else can I talk about it to but someone like you?”
Hickey was talking about kidnapping the way Will’s partners bragged about inside stock trades. “Don’t you have any feelings for the children involved?” she asked. “How terrified they must be?”
“A kid can stand anything for twenty-four hours,” Hickey said softly. “I stood a lot worse for years. ”
“But sooner or later you’ll make a mistake. You’re bound to.”
“The parents might. Not me. The guy I got keeping these kids? He loves ’em. Weighs about three hundred fifty pounds. Looks like goddamn Frankenstein, but he’s a giant teddy bear.”
Karen shut her eyes against the image of Abby being held prisoner by a monster. The image did not vanish but instead became clearer.
“Don’t worry,” Hickey said. “Huey’s not a child abuser or anything. He’s too slow. Only . . .”
Her eyes flew open. “What?”
“He doesn’t like kids running away from him. When he was little, kids at the regular school treated him pretty bad. When he got bigger, they just yelled things and ran. Then his mama put him in a retard school. Kids are pretty damn cruel. When Huey sees kids run, it still makes him lose his head.”
Hot blood rushed to her face. “But don’t you think it’s natural for a child being held prisoner by a stranger to try to run?”
“Your kid the panicky type?”
“Not usually, but . . . God, can’t we please spend the night wherever they are?”
“I’m getting hungry,” Hickey said. “Why don’t you see about fixing some supper? I’ll bet you were a natural with an Easy-Bake oven.”
Karen looked at the gun in her hand. A less useful thing she could not imagine. “When can we take Abby the insulin?”
“Food,” Hickey said, rubbing his flat belly. “F-O-O-D.”
FOUR
Will ate a bite of redfish and looked out over an audience of close to a thousand people eating the same dish. To his right, at the podium, Dr. Saul Stein was giving a rather digressive introductory speech. At last, like a man making a sudden left turn, he veered back onto the point.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are very lucky to have with us tonight a physician of the first caliber. A man whose pioneering work on the clinical frontiers of anesthesiology will be published in next month’s New England Journal of Medicine. ”
A burst of applause stopped Stein for several moments, and he smiled.
“Tonight, we will be treated to a précis of that article, which describes fundamental work carried out at our own University of Mississippi Medical Center. What’s amazing to me is that our speaker—a native Mississippian—entered his field as a second specialty, out of unfortunate necessity. We are very lucky that he did, because—”
A high-pitched beep
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