Day of Confession - Allan Folsom [129]
Across the street, several teenagers walked by, joking and laughing, one strumming a guitar. A few moments earlier an elderly man had passed the same way, humming to himself and walking two small dogs. Now the sound of the teenagers faded, and quiet took over, heightening the isolation and raising the level of anxiety and the fear they would be caught.
Turning slightly, Harry looked at Danny sleeping on the seat beside him, his legs in the blue fiberglass casts pulled up under him in a fetal position. It was innocent and unknowing, the way a child might sleep. He wanted to reach out and touch him, tell him again that it would be okay.
Looking away, Harry glanced back up the hill toward the church, hoping to see Elena coming toward them. But there was nothing but the empty street and cars parked along either side of it. Suddenly a wave of emotion passed over him. It was deep and from far inside. It was the realization of why he was there. It was something still owed, a deliverance, the working out of a karma.
He was carrying out a promise made to Danny years before, just as he was leaving to go away to college. It was a time when Danny was more rebellious than ever, in constant trouble at home and at school and with the police. Harry’s first year at Harvard was beginning in two days, and he was in the downstairs hallway with his suitcase, looking for Danny to say good-bye, when Danny came in. His face was dirty, his hair disheveled, the knuckles on his right hand raw from a fight. Danny looked at the suitcase and then at Harry, then started to push past him without a word. Harry remembered his hand snapping out, grabbing Danny hard and pulling him around. He could still hear his own words—“Just finish high school, all right?” he’d said strongly. “When you do, I’ll come back and get you and take you with me…. I won’t leave you here. I promise.”
It was more than a promise, it was an extension of the covenant they had made years ago after the deaths of their sister and father and the too-soon, too-wrong remarriage of their mother, to help each other get out of that life and that family and that town, and to never come back to any of it. It was a pledge. A given. Guaranteed, brother to brother.
But for so many reasons it had never happened. And though it had never been talked about—or that circumstances had changed and Danny had gone off to the marines the day after he graduated high school—Harry knew nonetheless his not coming back was the real reason for their long alienation. He’d made a promise and never kept it, and Danny still held it against him. Well, he was keeping it now. Finally, he had come for his brother.
10:25
Another glance up the hill.
The street still dark and empty. The same as the sidewalks on either side. No Elena.
Suddenly the muted ringing of a telephone cut the silence. Harry started, looked around, wondering where it was coming from. Then he realized it was his cell phone stuffed inside the glove box, where he put it when he had gone into the grotto with Elena to find Danny.
Abruptly the ringing stopped. Then started again. Reaching over, opening the glove-box door, Harry took the phone out and clicked it on.
“Yes,” he said carefully, knowing there was only one person who knew how to reach him.
“Harry—”
“Adrianna.”
“Harry, where are you?”
Her voice had an inflection, a probing. Not of concern or warmth or friendship. It was business. She was back to the original deal, the one she had arranged for Eaton and herself—they got to talk to Danny first, before anyone else.
“Harry?”
“I’m still here.”
“Is your brother with you?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me where you are.”
10:30
Quick glance up the street.
Still no Elena.
“Where are you, Adrianna?”
“Here in Bellagio. At the Du Lac. The same hotel you’re still checked into.”
“Is Eaton with you?”
“No. He’s on his way here from Rome.”
Suddenly headlights turned the corner at the top of the hill and started down. Police