Lifeguard

“So, what went wrong?” Ellie asked, putting down her notepad.

“You mean, how does a hotshot like me end up as a lifeguard down in Palm Beach? That’s the million-dollar question, right?”

She shrugged. “Go on.”

“My second year, I took an interest in one of my students. A girl. She was from south Brockton, same as me. Dominican kid. She was ru

“What happened?” Ellie leaned forward. I could see this wasn’t about Florida anymore.

“Maybe I scared her, I don’t know. You have to understand, teaching that class meant everything to me. She accused me of something. A grade for a favor, that sort of thing.”

“Oh, no.” Ellie pulled back. She looked at me warily now.

“There was nothing to it, Ellie. Maybe I did a few stupid things. Like drive her home a couple of times. Maybe she got trapped in a lie about me, and it just snowballed. All of a sudden her story grew. Suddenly I had accosted her. In my classroom after school, right on school grounds. They gave me a hearing. But that kind of thing – it doesn’t go away. They gave me a chance to stay, in some sort of lesser capacity, an admin job. I quit, walked away.

“A lot of people gave up on me. My dad…”

“Your father’s got a record, right?” Ellie injected.

“A record? More like his own cell up at the Souza Correctional Center in Shirley permanently on reserve. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, I remember him saying, like I proved him right. Imagine, he was the one who gave up on me. A few years before, he got his own goddamn son killed. My older brother. You know what the real joke was, though?”

Ellie shook her head

“About a month after I left, the girl recanted. I got a nice letter of apology from the school. But by then, the damage was done. I couldn’t be a teacher.”

“I’m sorry,” Ellie said.

“But you know who didn’t give up on me, Agent Shurtleff? My cousin Mickey didn’t. And Bobby O’Reilly. Or Barney or Dee. For a bunch of Brockton losers, they understood how that teaching job meant everything to me. And you think I’d kill those guys…” I tapped my chest, close to my heart. “I’d kill myself if it would bring them back. Anyway” – I smiled, feeling that I’d gotten a little emotional – “you think if I had sixty million in stolen art, I’d be talking to you in a fleabag motel like this?”

Ellie smiled, too. “Maybe you’re more clever than you look.”

Suddenly a news bulletin interrupted the TV show. Breaking news… A report of today’s abduction. My eyes got wide. Here we go again. My face was on the screen. Jesus Christ… My name!

“Ned,” Ellie Shurtleff said, seeing the panic on my face, “you’ve got to come in with me. It’s the only way we can work this out. The only way.”

“I don’t think so.” I took the gun and grabbed her by the arm. “C’mon, we’re getting out of here.”

Chapter 33

I TOSSED MY FEW BELONGINGS into the back of the minivan. I’d managed to locate a screwdriver in a tool kit and switched the Massachusetts plates with Co

And I had to get rid of the van now, too. They would’ve found the 4Ru

I hopped in the van, nervously driving around. “Where we going?” Ellie asked, sensing that everything had changed.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“You want me to help you, Ned,” Ellie said, “you have to let me take you in. Don’t do something even more stupid than you’ve already done.”

“I think it’s too late for that,” I said. I was searching for a place I could drop her.

I found a quiet section on Route 138, between a granite yard and a used-car dealership. I turned off the main road and pulled up to a quiet spot hidden from view.

Ellie was getting alarmed. I could see it in her eyes. It was clear we weren’t headed where she thought we were. What was I going to do?

“Please, Ned,” she said. “Don’t do something stupid. There’s no other way.”

“There’s one other way.” I put the van in park. I nodded – like Go on, out the door.

“They’re going to find you…” she said. “Today. Tomorrow. You’re going to get yourself killed. I’m serious, Ned.”

“Everything I told you is true, Ellie.” I looked into her eyes. “I didn’t do these things. And I didn’t do some other stuff you may eventually hear about. Now, go on, get out.”

I popped the locks. I reached across her body and flung open the door.

“You’re making a mistake,” Ellie said. “Don’t do this, Ned.”

“Well, you heard my story. I’ve been making them for years.”

Call it the Stockholm syndrome in reverse, but I had grown a little attached to Special Agent Ellie Shurtleff. I knew she truly wanted to help me. She was probably the last, best chance I had. So I was sorry to see her go.

“Not a wrinkle in your clothes, just like I promised.” I smiled. “Be sure and tell your partner that.”

Ellie looked at me, with a combination of disappointment and frustration. She slid out of the van.

“Answer me one question,” I said.

“What’s that?” She stood, looking at me.

“How come you weren’t wearing an ankle weapon, if you were in the field?”

“My department,” she said, “it doesn’t call for it.”

“What department is that?” I looked at her, confused.

“Art Theft,” Agent Shurtleff answered. “I was following up on the paintings, Ned.”

I blinked. It was sort of like Marvelous Marvin Hagler had stu

“You still could,” Ellie said, standing there, looking incredibly sad.

“Good-bye, Ellie Shurtleff,” I told her. “I have to admit, you were pretty damn brave. You never thought I was going to shoot you, did you?”

“No.” Ellie shook her head. I caught her smile. “Your gun. It’s been on safety the whole time.”

Part Three. GACHET

Chapter 34

“I DON’T THINK he did it, George!” Ellie said into the speakerphone. “Not the murders, anyway.”

The FBI Crisis Team in Boston had just debriefed her about her ordeal. Maybe she was a little out of her league, but she told them what she saw. That this Kelly was no killer. Just someone in way over his head who panicked. That until his picture flashed unexpectedly on the TV, she was sure she was about to get him to come in.

Now, in the regional director’s conference room in Boston, she was able to report back to her boss in the Florida office. “You remember how the local police said alarms were going off all over town at the time of the theft, George? That’s what he did. He didn’t kill those people or take the art. He set off the alarms.”

“Sounds like you two got pretty cozy in your time together,” Moretti said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ellie asked.

“I don’t know, just that it seems you were able to pick up so much about the guy. Heisted a car together, exchanged life stories.”

Ellie stared at the speaker box. She had just spent eight hours with a gun pointed at her, the most nerve-racking day of her life. “I did mention he had a gun, didn’t I, George?”

“You did – and not a single opportunity presented itself in all the time you were together, including two venue changes, to take it away from him? Or to get out of there, Ellie? I was only thinking, maybe another agent…”

“I guess I thought I could bring him in without anyone getting hurt. My read was that it didn’t seem like murder was in the guy’s makeup.”