js&cs.thebridge-第42部分

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　　A　deep；　shuddering　breath。　〃Are　you　ing　soon？〃
　　A　pause。　Then；　〃I'm　on　my　way。　And　listen。　You　take　real　good　care　of　yourself　and　Spike　till　I　get　back；　you　hear　me？〃
　　〃Okay　。。。　〃
　　〃You　promise？〃
　　She　smiled；　just　a　little。　Astounding。　〃Scout's　honor。〃
　　〃I　love　you　more　than　anything；　darlin'。　You　know　that。〃
　　〃I　know。〃
　　〃See　you　soon。〃
　　〃I　love　you　。。。　〃
　　He　blew　her　a　kiss。
　　And　hung　up　the　phone。
　　And　the　horrible　thing　was；　the　second　he　hung　up；　she　knew　that　she　was　never　going　to　see　him　again。　It　made　no　sense；　but　she　knew　it　was　true。　Cold；　terrible　certainty　flooded　her　core　like　the　mournful　peal　of　cathedral　bells；　filling　her　with　its　hollow　sound。
　　Of　course；　she'd　been　sure　about　the　baby；　too。
　　And　look　how　wrong　she'd　been　。。。
　　
　　Gary　stood　by　the　console；　the　receiver　still　hot　in　his　hands。　It　was　time　to　go。　Gwen　was　home；　Gwen　was　safe；　fuck　everything　else；　bye…bye　and　sayonara；　suckers！
　　So　why　wasn't　he　moving　already？
　　Damn　good　question；　he　told　himself。　The　fact　was；　Gary　couldn't　just　fuck　everything　else。　The　fact　was；　Gary　was　a　man　torn　between　the　urge　to　flee　and　the　need　to　take　care　of　business。　Not　just　any　business。　Not　business　as　usual；　at　any　rate。
　　No；　it　was　a　very　particular　business　that　Gary　had　in　mind。　The　kind　he　couldn't　leave　hanging。　The　kind　he　could　only　conduct　face…to…face。
　　The　kind　with　Kirk's　name　written　all　over　it。
　　What　are　you　talking　about？　his　rational　mind　screamed。　Gwen　is　home！　Get　back　there；　idiot！
　　But　the　truth　be　known；　he　just　couldn't。　It　surprised　no　one　as　much　as　himself。　Up　until　the　moment　he'd　heard　Gwen's　voice　his　priorities　were　clear　and　incontrovertible。　Find　Gwen。　Find　out　what　the　hell　was　going　on。　Then；　and　only　then：　get　Kirk；
　　One。　Two。　Three。
　　The　moment　he'd　spoken　to　her　and　knew　she　was　safe　and　sound；　however；　the　priority　list　had　neatly　flipped。　〃Find　out　what　the　hell　is　going　on〃　retained　its　pivotal　number　two　slot；　it　being　central　to　the　others　and　at　the　core　of　this　entire　situation。　〃Find　Gwen；〃　being　acplished；　went　to　the　end　of　the　line。　He　knew　where　she　was；　and　she　was　staying　put。
　　That　left　the　new　number　one；　with　a　bullet。
　　Get　Kirk　。。。
　　〃No；〃　Gary　told　himself；　〃I　gotta　go。〃　He　looked　at　his　legs；　as　if　expecting　them　to　auto…perambulate　across　the　control　room。　〃I'm　going　now；〃　he　reiterated；　and　took　three　decisive　steps　toward　the　door　before　stalling。
　　He　couldn't。
　　〃God　dammit；〃　Gary　hissed。　Bile　percolated　like　acid　in　his　belly；　demanding　vengeance。　Demanding　payback。　He　had　to　go。　He　had　to　stay。
　　Gary　stood　in　the　doorway；　listening　as　the　monitors　relayed　the　flow　of　life　as　he　knew　it。
　　And　waiting；　just　a　minute　longer。
　　For　Kirk　to　e　back　。。。
　　
　　
　　　Thirty…Eight
　　　
　　There　was　a　Rutter's　Farm　Store　on　Penn　Street；　just　around　the　corner　from　the　West　Side　Farmer's　Market。　Kirk　was　pretty　sure　they'd　have　a　pay　phone　he　could　try。　During　the　last　fifteen　minutes；　driving　aimlessly　around　town；　he'd　had　a　good　heart…to…heart　with　his　brand…new　personal　Savior；　and　while　Jesus　hadn't　actually　spoken；　neither　had　he　disagreed　when　Kirk　suggested　throwing　himself　upon　Laura's　tender　mercies。
　　The　entire　experience；　in　fact；　was　religious　as　hell。　It　had　flensed　him　of　his　foolish　pride；　left　him　chastened　and　humble　and　ready　to　serve。　Now　all　he　needed　was　a　working　phone；　that　he　might　plead　forgiveness　and　a　shot　at　his　old　job　back。　At　this　point；　he'd　happily　cover　mall　openings　for　the　rest　of　his　life。　No　problem　at　all。　High　school　graduations？　Pooper…scooper　repeal　laws？　You　got　it。　Anything。　Anything　at　all。
　　Anything　to　spare　him　from　the　agony　of　defeat。
　　Kirk　pulled　into　the　parking　lot　and　hopped　out；　left　the　engine　running。　He　didn't　even　notice　the　car　that　sidled　up　beside　him　at　the　curb。　He　had　his　quarter　in　the　slot　and　the　number　punched　up　in　the　time　it　took　to　blink。
　　When　the　prerecorded　operator's　voice　came　on　the　line；　he　nearly　tore　the　phone　off　the　wall。
　　〃God　damn　it！〃　he　raged；　frustration　and　fear　going　off　in　his　guts　like　a　napalm　rain　as　his　fist　went　WHAM　against　the　phone　booth's　safety　glass；　WHAM　until　it　bowed；　WHAM　WHAM　WHAM　in　two…fisted　rapid　succession　。。。
　　〃'Scuse　me；〃　said　the　voice；　and　before　he　could　turn；　there　was　somebody　else　in　the　booth　with　him：　pushing　in　behind　him；　pressing　him　face…first　against　the　wall。
　　〃HEY！〃　he　yelled；　but　it　was　too　late。　The　punk　was　already　reaching　for　him；　reaching　past　him　to　the　phone。　He　had　a　flat　colored　object　in　his　hand；　and　when　it　hit　the　phone's　coin　box；　it　adhered　to　its　surface；　proudly　flashing　its　circle　and　slash。
　　NO　FUTURE；　it　said。
　　〃Thanks；〃　the　kid　muttered；　sliding　back　out　with　the　same　casual　indifference　he'd　displayed　sliding　in。
　　Any　other　time；　Kirk　would　have　just　been　pissed。　But　the　fire　still　strafed　his　gut；　and　now　it　flooded　up　his　throat　as　well。　〃Hey！〃　he　hollered；　stepping　out　after　him。　〃What　the　fuck　is　the　matter　with　you？〃
　　The　kid　kept　walking；　heading　for　the　car。　His　jacket　bore　the　same　insignia　as　the　sticker。
　　〃HEY！！〃　He　could　feel　his　blood　pressure　rising；　the　first　throbbing　bloodrush　in　his　temples。
　　〃What！〃　The　tall　kid　stopped；　then　turned　around；　wearing　a　pained　what…now　expression。　〃Don't　blow　a　hose；　okay？　I　said　excuse　me。〃
　　Behind　him；　a　car　horn　tootled。　For　the　first　time；　Kirk　noticed　the　diseased　VW　parked　beside　the　ACTION…9　mobile。　There　was　an　odd；　very　interesting…looking　punky　girl　in　the　driver's　seat；　but　that　didn't　change　the　fact　that　she　was　sitting　in　the　ugliest　car　he'd　ever　seen　in　his　life。　She　looked　at　him　and　started　to　nod。
　　〃You're　Kirk　Bogarde；〃　the　girl　said；　smiling。
　　Kirk　froze。　All　his　professional　flags　went　up。　Do　I　know　them？　he　silently　asked　himself；　suddenly　imagining　tomorrow's　top　story　today：　EX…REPORTER　SUFFERS　MAJOR　MINIT　MARKET　BREAKDOWN。　Film　at　eleven　。。。
　　〃Oh；　yeah！〃　The　tall　kid　snapped　his　fingers；　rolled　his　eyes　and　tapped　his　forehead。　〃You're　that　dork　from　Channel　9。　The　pooper…scooper　dude。〃
　　Kirk　recoiled；　a　little　stung。
　　〃You　want　a　real　story？〃　the　girl　offered。　〃Check　this　out。〃
　　The　kid　held　something　up　for　Kirk　to　see；　and　he　suddenly　found　himself　eye…to…eye　with　the　most　reprehensible　magazine　cover　he'd　ever　seen。　He　lost　a　couple　of　seconds　to　utter　shock。
　　And　then；　all　at　once；　he　began　to　laugh。
　　〃Wait　a　minute。〃　Staring；　incredulous。　〃That's　Werner　Blake　porking　that　baby！〃
　　〃Yep。〃　The　punk　nodded。　〃That's　my　dad。〃
　　And　suddenly；　Kirk　heard　the　voice　of　his　savior。
　　〃Did　you　say　dad？〃
　　〃Duhhh　。。。　〃　the　kid　said；　mocking　him。
　　〃Wow。〃　Feeling　his　circuits　click　back　into　life。　The　fire　was　in　his　veins；　not　his　digestive　system。　Back　where　it　belonged。
　　〃Wow；〃　he　reiterated：　voice　droll　and　knowing；　in　the　lower　register。　The　kind　of　voice　that　assumes　an　immediate　insider's　grasp　of　the　situation。　〃You　two　must　be　very　close　。。。　〃
　　The　kid　and　the　girl　simultaneously　burst　out　laughing；　as　if　he'd　triggered　some　extremely　inside　joke。　That　they　weren't　laughing　with　him；　entirely；　was　not　a　major　problem。　They　could　cop　any　attitude　they　wanted。　Kirk's　mind　had　kicked　into　overdrive；　and　the　grail　was　suddenly　in　his　sights。
　　〃What　would　you　say；〃　he　asked；　very　carefully；　〃if　I　told　you　that　I　was　gonna　nail　his　fucking　ass　to　the　floorboards；　over　a　chemical　spill　in　Hellam　Township？〃
　　〃What　chemical　spill？〃　they　wanted　to　know；　their　interest　suddenly　piqued。
　　〃Tell　you　what；〃　he　bargained。　〃You　talk　to　me；　I'll　talk　to　you。　But　it　has　to　be　right　now；　okay？　Before　they　can　cover　it　up　pletely。〃
　　The　punkoids　gave　it　about　fifteen　seconds　of　serious　contemplation…should　we　trust　this　geek　or　not？…before　seizing　on　the　moment。　Voting　in　favor　of　total　destruction。
　　And　telling　him　everything　he　needed　to　know。
　　Blake　was　home。　On　the　phone。　All　day。　Blake　was　acting　severely　stressed。　Yes；　it　seemed　that　a　coverup　might　well　be　in　the　works　up　at　Casa　Blake。　Beyond　that；　the　inside　scope　on　the　day…to…day　of　Werner　Blake　was　every　bit　as　corrupt　as　Kirk　could　ever　have　dared　to　dream。
　　Chances　like　this　came　only　once　in　a　lifetime。
　　The　Kirk　that　jumped　back　in　his　car　five　minutes　later　was　like　a　man　reborn。　His　doubts　were　abolished。　His　dick　was　hard。　And　Jesus；　like　Laura；　could　kiss　his　rosy　red　ass。
　　Kirk　Bogarde　was　back。
　　And　his　moment　of　truth　was　at　hand。
　　
　　
　　　Thirty…Nine
　　　
　　By　two　twenty…four　Laura　was　on　her　second　pack　of　Newport　Lights　and　counting。　Her　mouth　felt　like　the　inside　of　an　ashtray；　the　rest　of　her　just　felt　like　shit。
　　She　couldn't　reach　Kirk。　Kirk　was　inmunicado。　Kirk　had　fallen　off　the　map；　been　swallowed　by　Black　Bridge。　Kirk　was　fucking　history　the　minute　she　next　laid　eyes　upon　him。
　　In　the　meantime　that　left　Laura　at　the　nerve　center　of　an　information…gathering　apparatus　that　couldn't　pin　anything　down；　instead　she　was　stuck　in　a　basement　with　no　windows　and　no　real　clue　as　to　what　was　going　on　outside；　playing　a　game　of　blind　poker　with　a　telephone　and　a　set　of　scanners。
　　The　phone　rang　again。
　　Laura　groaned。　She'd　been　on　the　phone　all　afternoon；　fielding　calls　from　every　wacko　in　the　tri…county　area　or　trying　to　get　some　real　information。
　　Trying　to　get　through；　period。
　　Laura　called　Hellam　Police。　No　one　answered。　She　called　Paradise　City　Police；　but　they　knew　very　little　about　Hellam　Township。　She　tried　the　State　Police；　tried　a　dozen　times　to　get　through　to　the　EPA　and　PEMA。
　　All　for　nada。
　　The　phone　rang　again。　Laura　took　a　deep　breath；　and　picked　it　up。
　　〃WPAL　NEWS　。。。　〃
　　〃Laura！〃　A　deeply　resonant　voice　came　over　the　line。　〃What　the　hell's　going　on　down　there；　babe？〃
　　Oh　God；　she　recoiled。　〃Dougie；〃　she　said。
　　Dougie　Trumble　was　the　lantern…jawed　anchor　from　Channel　23；　the　local　ABC　affiliate。　He　was　a　total　pig；　and　Laura　detested　him。　She　turned　the　tables　in　an　eyeblink。　〃Damn；　Dougie；　I　was　hoping　you　could　tell　me　。。。　〃　she　said；　all　innocent　intent。
　　〃I；　uh；　heard　there　was　a　big　spill；