“In your official capacity, have you ever accepted a bribe? ”
” “No. You can’t be a good cop if you’ve got your hand out.”
“Are you a gossiper, a slanderer?”
“No. But forget about that small stuff.” He leaned forward in his
armchair and locked eyes with Hampton and said, “What about murder? I’ve
killed two men.
Can I kill two men and still be righteous? I don’t think so. That
strains your thesis more than a little bit.”
Hampton looked stunned but only for a moment. He blinked and said, “Oh.
I see. You mean that you killed them in the line of duty.”
“Duty is a cheap excuse, isn’t it? Murder is murder.
Right? ”
“What crimes were these men guilty of?”
“The first was a murderer himself. He robbed a series of liquor stores
and always shot the clerks. The second was a rapist. Twenty-two rapes
in six months.”
“When you killed these men, was it necessary? Could you have
apprehended them without resorting to a gun? ”
“In both cases they started shooting first.”
Hampton smiled, and the hard lines of his battered face softened.
“Self-defense isn’t a sin, Lieutenant.”
“Yeah? Then why’d I feel so dirty after I pulled the trigger? Both
times. I felt soiled. Sick. Once in a while, I still have a nightmare
about those men, bodies torn apart by bullets from my own revolver . .
.”
“Only a righteous man, a very virtuous man, would feel remorse over the
killing of two vicious animals like the men you shot down.”
Jack shook his head. He shifted in his chair, uncomfortable with this
new vision of himself. “I’ve always seen myself as a fairly average,
ordinary guy. No worse and no better than most people. I figure I’m
just about as open to temptation, just about as corrupt as the next joe.
And in spite of everything you’ve said, I still see myself that way.”
“And you always will,” Hampton said. “Humility is part of being a
righteous man. But the point is, to deal with Lavelle, you don’t have
to believe you’re really a righteous man; you just have to be one.”
“Fornication,” Jack said in desperation. “That’s a sin.”
“Fornication is a sin only if it is obsessive, adulterous, or an act of
rape. An obsession is sinful because it violates the moral precep. “All
things in moderation.” Are you obsessed with sex?”
“I like it a lot.”
“Obsessed?”
“No.”
“Adultery is a sin because it is a violation of the marriage vows, a
betrayal of trust, and a conscious cruelty,” Hampton said. “When your
wife was alive, did you ever cheat on her? ”
“Of course not. I was in love with Linda.”
“Before your marriage or after your wife’s death, did you ever go to bed
with somebody else’s wife? No?
Then you aren’t guilty of either form of adultery, and I know you’re
incapable of rape.”
“I just can’t buy this righteousness stuff, this idea that I’m one of
the chosen or something. It makes me queasy. Look, I didn’t cheat on
Linda, but while we were married I saw other women who turned me on, and
I fantasized, and I wanted them, even if I didn’t do anything about it.
My thoughts weren’t pure.”
“Sin isn’t in the thought but in the deed.”
“I am not a saintly character,” Jack said adamantly.
“As I told you, in order to find and stop Lavelle, you don’t need to
believe-you only need to be.”
Rebecca listened to the car with growing dread. Now, there were other
sounds coming from the undercarriage, not just the odd thumping, but
rattling and clanking and grating noises, as well. Nothing loud. But
worrisome.
We’re only safe as long as we keep moving.
She held her breath, expecting the engine to go dead at any moment.
Instead, the noises stopped again. She drove four blocks with only the
normal sounds of the car and the overlaid moan and hiss of the storm
wind.
But she didn’t relax. She knew something was wrong, and she was sure it
would start acting up again. Indeed, the silence, the anticipation, was
almost worse than the strange noises.