One Door Away From Heaven

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Authors: Dean Koontz
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her husband were having her followed, this early-evening visit wouldn’t raise his suspicions.
    “Is bad news what you always bring?” she asked as Noah closed the door and followed her into the suite.
    “Often enough that it seems like always.”
    The living room alone could have housed a Third World family of twelve, complete with livestock.
    “Then why not do something else?” she asked.
    “They’ll never let me be a cop again, but my mind doesn’t have a reset button. If I can’t be a cop, I’ll be a make-believe cop, like what I am now, and if someday I can’t do this…Well, then…”
    When he trailed off, she finished for him: “Then screw it.”
    Noah smiled. This was one reason he liked her. Class and style without pretension. “Exactly.”
    The suite featured contemporary decor. The honey-toned, bird’s-eye maple entertainment center, with ebony accents, was a modified obelisk, not gracefully tapered like a standard obelisk, but of chunky proportions. The open doors revealed a large TV screen.
    Instead of seeking chairs, they remained standing for the show.
    A single lamp glowed. Like a jury of ghosts, ranks of shadows gathered in the room.
    Earlier Noah had loaded the tape in the VCR. Now he pushed PLAY on the remote control.
    On screen: the residential street in Anaheim. The camera tilted down from a height, focusing on the house of the congressman’s lover.
    “That’s a severe angle,” Mrs. Sharmer said. “Where were you?”
    “I’m not shooting this. My associate is at an attic window of the place across the street. We made financial arrangements with the owner. It’s item number seven on your final bill.”
    The camera pulled back and angled down even more severely to reveal Noah’s Chevrolet parked at the curb: battered but beloved steed, still ready to race when this had been shot, subsequently rendered into spare parts by a machine knacker.
    “That’s my car,” he explained. “I’m behind the wheel.”
    The camera tilted up, panned right: A silver Jaguar approached through the early twilight. The car stopped at the paramour’s house, a tall man got out of the passenger’s door, and the Jaguar drove away.
    Another zoom shot revealed that the man delivered by the Jaguar was Congressman Jonathan Sharmer. His handsome profile was ideal for stone monuments in a heroic age, though by his actions he had proved that he possessed neither the heart nor the soul to match his face.
    Arrogance issued from him as holy light might radiate from the apparition of a saint, and he stood facing the street, head raised as though he were admiring the palette of the twilight sky.
    “Because he keeps tabs on you, he’s been on to me from the start, but he doesn’t know that I know that
he
knows. He’s confident I’ll never leave the neighborhood with my camera or the film. Playing with me. He isn’t aware of my associate in the attic.”
    Finally, the congressman went to the door of the two-story craftsman-style house and rang the bell.
    A maximum-zoom shot captured the young brunette who answered the bell. In skintight shorts and a tube top stretched so extravagantly that it might kill bystanders if it snapped, she was temptation packaged for easy access.
    “Her name’s Karla Rhymes,” Noah reported. “When she worked as a dancer, she called herself Tiffany Tush.”
    “Not a ballerina, I assume.”
    “She performed at a club called Planet Pussycat.”
    On the threshold, Karla and the politician embraced. Even in the fading light of dusk, and further obscured by the shade of the porch roof, their long kiss could not be mistaken for platonic affection.
    “She’s on the payroll of your husband’s charitable foundation.”
    “The Circle of Friends.”
    More than friends, the couple on the TV were as close as Siamese twins, joined at the tongue.
    “She gets eighty-six thousand a year,” Noah said.
    The video had been silent. When the kiss ended, sound was added: Jonathan Sharmer and his

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