Worst Case - James Patterson [73]
The basement was dark and stifling and smelled like chlorine. Would he try to kill the two boys down here before we got to him? Had he already? A boiler roared as we passed some industrial equipment for the school’s pool.
I saw a slanting ray of daylight as we turned a corner. It was coming down from an open cellar grate in the ceiling. I jumped up a short steel ladder that headed up the hatch and poked my Glock out. When I didn’t get shot, I stuck my head out.
Goddammit! There was a short Dumpster-filled alley to my right. The alley had a steel gate at its end. An open steel gate, which led out onto 80th Street at the back end of the blockwide school campus.
From around the corner came a yell and a squeal of tires.
“Shit! C’mon!” I yelled to Emily as I climbed out onto the cracked cement.
A shocked-looking Filipino taxi driver wearing a white Kangol hat was standing in the street with a cell phone to his ear. A group of construction workers behind him were pointing east toward Lexington Avenue.
“He just turned right onto Lex,” the cabbie said as he saw the badge around my neck. “Some crazy son of a bitch just jacked my taxi.”
“Were there kids with him?” I yelled as I ran past.
“Two of them,” the Filipino said. “They were handcuffed together. What the hell just happened?”
I wish I knew, I thought as I booked down the middle of the street.
I turned the corner and stood for a moment, dazed and staring. Lexington Avenue was filled with trucks, buses, cars, and taxis.
Dozens and dozens of taxis were flowing south into the distance by the second. None of them seemed to be speeding or acting erratically. There was no way to tell which one was Mooney’s!
I was pulling out my cell to call for a roadblock, when it rang in my hand.
“Mike? It’s me,” a calm, educated voice said.
Mooney! I couldn’t speak. Sweat poured off me while I fought to catch my breath. Horns honked at me as I waded out even farther into traffic, craning my neck down the block to see if he would reveal where he was. Was he going to taunt me now? Rub it in that he got away? I’d even take a shot from him at this point just to get an inkling of where he was.
Emily arrived at the corner with a where-the-hell-is-he expression on her face.
“Francis?” I said, pointing at my phone.
“If anyone tries to stop me, the two boys will die.”
“Nobody wants that to happen,” I said. “Listen, Francis. We know about the Ash Wednesday bombing where your friends died. That wasn’t your fault, man. Don’t blame yourself for that. You did the right thing. I heard about your cancer, too. That sucks.
“We also know about the charity work and pro bono stuff. You’re a good guy. Why do you want this to be your legacy? These are defenseless kids. How does this make sense?”
“Who says that the world has to make sense, Mike? Besides, my legacy doesn’t matter,” he said after a pause. “Only one thing matters.”
I felt like bashing the phone off my skull. What was it with this guy? He sounded messianic, as if he thought he was on a mission from God.
“Why?” I yelled. “Why the hell are you doing this?”
“You’re Catholic, right, Mike? Of course you are. What New York Irish cop isn’t? Did you hear the Gospel today? Did you listen to the Gospel? If you had, you wouldn’t be asking me that question.”
The Gospel?!
“Take me, then, Francis. Take me in place of the kids. Whatever you need to do, you can use me instead.”
“That wouldn’t work, Mike. You’ll see. It will all be revealed to you. To everyone. It’s not long now. I’m almost at my final destination. Our final destination. This is almost over. Relieved? I am.”
He sobbed then. Funny, but I didn’t feel sorry for him at all, despite his obviously fragile emotional state.
“This is the worst thing anyone has ever done. But that’s okay. I’m probably the only one strong enough to do it.”
Chapter 85
MOONEY ZIPPED THROUGH the Lexington Avenue traffic quickly, but not too quickly. Cutting off a FedEx truck, he skillfully made a hairpin right onto 57th Street.