She snatched the Desert Eagle .44 Magnum off the foyer table, swung toward him, and pointed the weapon at his face. ‘Stop right there.’
‘Jesus, Del, that gun’s loaded.’
‘I know.’
‘Don’t point it at me.’
‘Get away from the stairs, Tommy.’
There was nothing frivolous about her now. She was cold and businesslike.
‘I’d never point this at you,’ he said, indicating the shotgun in his right hand.
‘I know,’ she said flatly, but she didn’t lower her weapon.
The muzzle of the Desert Eagle was only ten inches from Tommy and aligned with the bridge of his nose.
He was looking at a new Deliverance Payne. Steely. His heart thudded hard enough to shake his entire body. ‘You won’t shoot me.’
‘I will,’ she said with such icy conviction that she could not be doubted.
‘Just to keep me from seeing some paintings?’
‘You’re not ready to see them yet,’ she said.
‘Meaning. . . someday you will want me to see them.’
‘When the time is right.’
Tommy’s mouth was so dry that he had to work up some saliva to loosen his tongue. ‘But I won’t ever see them if you blow my brains out.’
‘Good point,’ she said, and she lowered the gun. ‘So I’ll shoot you in the leg.’
The pistol was aimed at his right knee.
‘One round from that monster would blow my whole damn leg off.’
‘They make excellent prosthetic limbs these days.’
‘I’d bleed to death.’
‘I know first aid.’
‘You’re a total fruitcake, Del.’
He meant what he said. To one extent or another, she had to be mentally unbalanced, even though she had told him earlier that she was the sanest person he knew. Regardless of what mysteries she guarded, what secrets she held, nothing she ultimately revealed to him would ever be sufficiently exculpatory to prove her behaviour was reasoned and logical.
Nevertheless, though she scared him, she was enormously appealing as well. Tommy wondered what it said about his own sanity to acknowledge that he was strongly attracted to this basket case.
He wanted to kiss her.
Incredibly, she said, ‘I think I’m going to fall in love with you, Tuong Tommy. So don’t make me blow your leg off.’
Astonished into a blush, conflicted as never before.
Tommy reluctantly turned away from the stairs and went past Del to the front door.
She tracked him with the Desert Eagle.
‘Okay, okay, I’ll wait until you’re ready to show them to me,’ he said.
At last she lowered her weapon. ‘Thank you.’
‘But,’ he said, ‘when I finally do see them, they damn well better be worth the wait.’
‘Just kittens,’ she said, and she smiled.
He was surprised that her smile could still warm him. Seconds ago, she had threatened to shoot him, but already he felt a pleasant tingle when she favoured him with a smile.
‘I’m as crazy as you are,’ he said.
‘Then you’ve probably got what it takes to make it till dawn.’ Slinging her purse over one shoulder, she said, ‘Let’s go.’
‘Umbrellas?’ he wondered.
‘Hard to handle an umbrella and a shotgun at the same time.’
‘True. Do you have another car besides the van?’
‘No. My mom has all the cars, quite a collection. If I need something besides the van, I borrow it from her. So we’ll have to use the Honda.’
‘The stolen Honda,’ he reminded her.
‘We’re not criminals. We just borrowed it.’
As he opened the front door, Tommy said, ‘Lights off,’ and the foyer went dark. ‘If a cop stops us in our stolen Honda, will you shoot him?’
‘Of course not,’ she said, following him and Scootie into the courtyard, ‘that would be wrong.’
‘That would be wrong?’ Tommy said, still capable of being amazed by her. ‘But it would’ve been right to shoot me?’
‘Regrettable but right,’ she confirmed as she locked the door.
‘I don’t understand you at all.’
‘I know,’ she said, tucking the keys in her purse.
Tommy checked the luminous dial of his watch. Six minutes past two o’clock.
Ticktock.
While they had been inside the house, the wind had died away completely, but the power of the storm had not diminished. Although no thunder or lightning had disturbed the night for hours, cataracts still crashed down from the riven sky.