“I don’t think you’ll shoot me. You’re a policeman. You know what’s right.”
“I do know what’s right. You killed Ellen and you’re going to pay for that.”
“We’ve already paid for that. They killed my husband, Tom. They killed him in front of me. And now there’s only me to look after those two little children.”
He nodded. “Yes, I heard what Danny did.”
She looked in his eyes. Tried to find answers there.
She had to risk it.
He was terrified of them. But he was an ex-cop.
Ever so slowly, she got out of the sofa and got down on her knees. She clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture. “Please, for the kids.”
“You must be deaf, lady. Deaf like poor Ellen. I can’t help you.”
“You’re really going to let them murder me? And a little boy and a little girl?”
“What can I do? Me against twenty-five of them?”
Heather tried another tack. “My dad was in the army. He, um, talked about soldiers who had lost their moral compass.”
“Is that what I’ve done?”
“Yes. And I think you know it,” she said.
He shook his head. “Everything happens for a reason. Me coming here thirty years ago. You coming here yesterday. Us having this conversation now.”
“Maybe the reason is that you’re supposed to let me go. They’ll never find out about this conversation. They’ll never know you helped me.”
“They’ll know. They’ll find out. They know a lot more than you know and see a lot more than you think. It’s a game to them. They’re letting you run around in their backyard. I’m lucky. They accept me. I’ve done OK by them. And I don’t bother them and they don’t bother me. They pump water to me from their aquifer, let me live in peace.”
“Please.”
“No more pleases. You shouldn’t have tried to escape. Ivan and Jacko are pissed off. Look, I’m not privy to everything they’re up to, but Jacko was telling me what they’re going to do to that Kraut if he doesn’t talk. I don’t want that happening to me.”
Heather swallowed. “What are they going to do to Hans?” she asked.
“Jacko says he still hasn’t told them where you’re hiding out.”
“He doesn’t know. What will they do to him?”
“There’s a big red-ant colony over behind the barn. You must have seen the mound when youse come in?”
“No.”
“Millions of the wee skitters. Old Terry learned that trick in Vietnam,” he said with a shudder.
Heather felt cold all over. “They’re crazy, you can see that,” she said, putting her hands together and leaning forward to beg some more.
“Listen, love, if you move one inch closer, I’m going to shoot you.” He put down the walkie-talkie and cradled the gun in both hands.
“No, you won’t. You’re not the type. I’m not threatening you or doing anything to hurt you. I’ve learned my lesson. I’m getting the water and I’m going to go.”
He was looking at her down the barrel of the shotgun. His finger was on the trigger. She had no doubt now that the weapon was loaded. His knuckles were white; there was sweat on his upper lip, and even in the yellow light she could see that his pupils were dilated. This was not a bluff. One slip of that trigger finger, and he would blow her in half.
She thought of Olivia and Owen.
She swallowed hard and blinked the tears out of her eyes.
So much tension in her shoulders that she felt like she was going to snap.
She knew if he pulled the trigger, she wouldn’t feel a thing. She wouldn’t hear anything. Her life would instantly cut to black. The blackness would last until the end of the universe, when everything would be black.
She swallowed again. “I’m going to back away from you, Rory. I’m going to do it real slow. I’m going to reach over to the bag with my left hand. I’m going to lift it up and gently put it over my shoulder. Then I’m going to walk away and you are never going to see me again. And no one from the farm will know that I was here, and we both come out of this alive.”
“If you touch that bloody bag, I’m going to blow your bloody head off. Do you hear me?”
“I hear you. You’re not going to shoot me, Rory.”
“Believe me, I will.”
She took a deep breath. She had to make him see that letting her go was the win-win solution.