Kill Me if You Can - James Patterson [80]
Chapter 94
I RAN FOR my life anyway.
Katherine ran right alongside me on the platform.
“Take my hand,” she screamed down. “I’ll pull you up, Matthew.”
“No,” I shouted. “I’d pull you down.”
“I don’t care,” she said.
Her words rushed over me, and if they were the last ones I’d ever hear, I’d die happy.
Well, maybe not happy, but a little more at peace with the world.
“I’m sorry for everything,” I yelled, hoping she could still hear me over the roar of the number 6 train. “I love you.” And then I broke into a sprint—or as much of a sprint as I could muster with multiple fractures and heavy blood loss.
Grand Central is a four-track subway station. Two single tracks on each side and a double set of tracks in the middle. If I had been on the center set of tracks, I could have stood between them and let the train pass me. But the outer track is a death trap—a platform on one side and a wall on the other. The only possible escape was a service door set in the wall.
I could see one twenty feet ahead.
I looked back. The train had just entered the station—sparks flying, whistle blowing—and now I could see the motorman’s face: absolute panic when he saw one man lying on the tracks and another running toward the tunnel.
And then I heard the thump.
If Chukov had any air left in his lungs, he might have screamed when the train hit him. But he didn’t. All I heard was a flat, dull whoomp, like a tennis racket slapping a mattress. It was unmistakable. Chukov was dead.
I reached the service door that was tucked into the wall below the platform. I pulled the handle. Locked!
Another hundred feet still lay between me and safety.
The train was slowing down. Maybe I could outrun it after all.
And then my foot caught a railroad tie, and I fell face-first into the bed of debris and muck between the tracks.
It was over. I took comfort in knowing that the most evil son of a bitch in the world was dead and the most wonderful woman in the world was alive and safe, which was what I had set out to do.
Mission accomplished.
The squeal of the brakes was deafening now. Even an art student knows a little physics.
The train couldn’t stop in time.
Inertia wins.
I lose and die on the train tracks.
Chapter 95
ZACH HEARD THE crying before he reached the platform. He raced down the stairs. It was Katherine. She had her face buried in Ty’s shoulder and was sobbing uncontrollably.
“Ty, am I glad you found Katherine,” Zach said. “Matt would kick my ass if I let anything happen to her. Let’s round everybody up and get the hell out of here.”
“Zach…” Ty hesitated.
“What?” Zach snapped back. “What’s going on?”
“Matt’s dead,” Katherine said.
“Matt and Chukov went head-to-head down on the tracks,” Ty said. “The train took them both out.”
The last three cars of the number 6 train were still inside the tunnel. The doors to the train remained closed. A handful of passengers were pressed against the front window wondering why the motorman was on the ground, his back against a steel column, his legs stretched out in front of him. A transit cop was kneeling beside him.
“Oh, God,” the motorman said, breathing hard. “Oh, God, I can’t believe it.”
“Try to stay calm, Mr. Perez,” the cop said, putting her hand on his arm. “The paramedics are on the way.”
“Paramedics?” he said. “For what? They’re both dead.”
“For you,” she said. “They’ll be here for you. Try to calm down.”
“I had green lights all the way from Thirty-fourth,” Perez said, “so we were moving. But legal. A hundred percent legal.”
Katherine let out a mournful wail.
The cop turned sharply and looked at her. “I’m trying to get a statement here. Can somebody please—”
“Hey!” Ty snapped at the cop.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” she said, “but we got a situation here.”
She turned back to the motorman. “Did they fall, did they jump, what happened?”
“I don’t know. They were already there when I saw them. One guy was on the track and couldn’t get up. It looked like maybe the other guy was helping him. I hit the brakes as soon as I saw them, but the man on the tracks was too