Green Top was an area gun shop that catered not to felons, but to normal citizens who enjoyed sports and home security. I reminded Marino of this, although I could not deny that by normal standards I owned too many guns and too much ammunition.
‘I didn’t know you had all this,’ Marino went on, half inside my large, heavy safe. ‘When the hell did you get all this? I wasn’t with you.’
‘I do shop alone now and then,’ I said sharply. ‘Believe it or not, I am perfectly capable of buying groceries, clothing and guns all by myself. And I’m very tired, Marino. Let’s wind this up.’
‘Where are your shotguns?’
‘What do you want?’
‘What do you have?’
‘Remingtons. A Marine Magnum. An 870 Express Security.’
‘That’ll do.’
‘Would you like me to see if I can round up some plastic explosives?’ I said. ‘Maybe I can put my hands on a grenade launcher.’
He pulled out a Glock nine-millimeter. ‘So you’re into combat Tupperware, too.’
‘I’ve used it in the indoor range for test fires,’ I said. That’s what I’ve used most of these guns for. I’ve got several papers to present at various meetings. This is making me crazy. Are you going into my dresser drawers next?’
Marino tucked the Glock in the back of his pants. ‘Let’s see. And I’m gonna swipe your stainless steel Smith and Wesson nine-mil and your Colt. Janet likes Colts.’
I closed the safe and angrily spun the dial. Marino and I returned to the house and I went upstairs because I did not want to see him pass out ammunition and guns. I could not cope with the thought of Lucy downstairs with a pump shotgun, and I wondered if anything would faze or frighten Gault. I was to the point of thinking he was the living dead and no weapon known to us could stop him. In my bedroom I turned out lights and stood before the window. My breath condensed on glass as I stared at a night lit up by snow. I remembered occasions when I had not been in Richmond long and woke up to a world quiet and white like this. Several times, the city was paralyzed and I could not go to work. I remembered walking my neighborhood, kicking snow up in the air and throwing snowballs at trees. I remembered watching children pull sleds along streets.
I wiped fog off the glass and was too sad to tell anyone my feelings. Across the street, holiday candles glowed in every window of every house but mine. The street was bright but empty. Not a single car went by. I knew Marino would stay up half the night with his female SWAT team. They would be disappointed. Gault would not come here. I was beginning to have an instinct about him. What Anna had said about him was probably right.
In bed I read until I fell to sleep, and I woke up at five. Quietly, I went downstairs, thinking it would be my luck to die from a shotgun blast inside my own home. But the door to one guest bedroom was shut, and Marino was snoring on the couch. I sneaked into the garage and backed my Mercedes out. It did wonderfully on the soft, dry snow. I felt like a bird and I flew.
I drove fast on Gary Street and thought it was fun when I fishtailed. No one else was out. I shifted the car into low gear and plowed through drifts in International Safeway’s parking lot. The grocery store was always open, and I went in for fresh orange juice, cream cheese, bacon and eggs. I was wearing a hat and no one paid me any mind.
By the time I returned to my car, I was the happiest I had been in weeks. I sang with the radio all the way home and skidded when I safely could. I drove into the garage, and Marino was there with his flat black Benelli shotgun.
‘What the hell do you think you’re doing!’ he exclaimed as I shut the garage door.
‘I’m getting groceries.’ My euphoria fled.
‘Je-sus Christ. I can’t believe you just did that,’ he yelled at me.