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"And what have you learned from them?" she asked.
"Simplicity and subtlety make for the best con. A distraction should lead the mark's attention upward, either toward the sky or to some better vision of himself. Color signals danger. Try to appear to have as many eyes as possible."
"Very good," she said.
"Almost," said Schell. "There's one thing I haven't gotten yet, though, and it keeps me studying them. It's the one thing that's the heart of their art, and it still escapes me."
"What's that?" asked Morgan.
"Change," he said. "They change, but I can never move beyond myself."
"That's the bitch," she said. "It'll make you want to sing to yourself."
I dozed again, and when I next woke, it was still dark, and they had left the Bugatorium. As quietly as possible, I got off the couch and moved across the room to the door. Down the hall I went on my toes, being careful not to bang into anything and give myself away. When I reached the kitchen, the light was still on, and I prayed Antony wasn't up, as he was sometimes, called from sleep by the need for a smoke. Luckily his seat was empty. Finally, I reached the door to my room, opened it slowly, and when there was just enough room, slipped into the darkness, closing it behind me.
"Who's there?" Isabel whispered.
"It's me," I said.
"I knew you would come back," she said.
"Haven't you slept at all?"
"A little, but the dreams keep waking me." I could make out her silhouette sitting up in the bed. She threw back the edge of the covers and patted the spot next to her, as she had on the boulder when we met by the sound. I climbed into bed, and she put the cover up over my shoulder. Then we settled back, our arms around each other. I felt her pressing against me. My hand moved down her side to rest upon her hip. We lay like that for a long time, and though I meant to kiss her, instead I fell into a deep sleep.
THE BULLET'S IN THE CHAMBER
The next morning I was the last in the house to rise. Apparently, Isabel had gotten up early, dressed, and gone to the kitchen to make eggs, bacon, and coffee for everyone. When I finally pulled myself together and went out to join the others, they were all nearly done eating. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat down. The first two things I noticed were Isabel's smile and Schell's stern countenance. He gave me an icy stare but said nothing. It was clear to me that he had discovered I had not spent the entire night on the couch in the Bugatorium and was not happy about it. I knew, though, that his sense of decorum would prevent him from making a scene over it. There would most definitely be a lecture coming later on.
At first, I was embarrassed by his look and wouldn't make eye contact with him. This only lasted for a short time and was circumvented by my seeing Isabel talking and laughing with the others. I knew I was in love, and I wasn't going to deny it. Schell will have to accept it, I thought to myself. After that, I became defiant, and when he looked at me, I stared back and smiled.
Antony had, as usual, risen early and gone to get the newspaper. There, just as we found the news about the discovery of Charlotte Barnes, we found the headlines a
"I guess we're on the low profile here for even longer now," said Antony. "It's go
"You're right. We have to continue to lie low for a while. Diego and I are going out this evening," said Schell. "It's probably not a good idea, but I need more information."
"Where?" asked Antony.
"We're going to see the coroner," said Schell.
"You going G-man?" asked Antony.
Schell nodded.
"What about me?"
"I want you to stay here and rest up," said Schell. "Practice the Stu
To my surprise, Antony agreed to stay put. He still must have been hurting from the previous night.
"How'd you find out about the coroner?" asked the big man.
"I called Katie and got an address," said Schell.
"I'm surprised she didn't charge you for it."
"Who says she didn't?" asked Schell.
"Wait a second," said Morgan, "I need clothes. I'm sure this young lady needs a few things also. I know you can't stop at the Parks place for her things, but I have plenty of clothes in those boxes back at my cabin. How about stopping there tonight and picking some of them up for us, seeing as we'll be here for a week or more?"
Schell thought for a moment, considering her request, and then shook his head. "I don't want to take the chance. I'll risk shaking down the coroner for some information, but I don't want to run into whoever has been casing your place. One of us will have to go shopping for you," said Schell.
That ended the conversation, and soon after we left the table. The issue of stopping or not at the cabin was far from decided, though, as I observed Morgan Shaw go to work on Schell. Isabel and I were sitting in the living room, but we could hear them talking in the kitchen as they washed and dried the dishes together.
"I see some woods out there, Thomas. I think you should take me out for a walk and show me your property."
"I never go out there," said Schell.
"Never? It's a beautiful day. I'd like to see your place. We wouldn't be seen from the road. This house seems very secluded."
"I was going to do some work with the butterflies," said Schell.
"Forget the butterflies for a while," she said. "I'm your guest. I'll go crazy if I have to stay indoors the entire time I'm here."
There was no response from Schell.
"Is there a view of the sound through those woods?" she asked.
"I think so," he said. "I've never been back there. Diego could tell you."
"Diego's busy," she said. "I'd like you to take me."
I could picture Schell in the kitchen, staring into the dishwater. He said nothing we could hear, but a few moments later, Morgan started humming a tune, which turned into a song. The next thing I knew, the water stopped ru
While I stood there, Antony came through the kitchen and stopped to glance out the window to see what I was looking at.
"Is that the boss?" he asked. "Taking a walk in the woods?"
"So to speak," I said.
"Between the two of them," he said, "it's hard to figure who's the mark and who's the con."
"She's got him," I said.
"Or is he letting her think she's getting him?" said Antony.
"Or is she letting him think that he's letting her think she's getting him?" I said.
"Romance," said Antony. "A con so crazy that by the time the bullet's in the chamber, you don't know if you've taken someone or you've been taken."
"Romance?" I said. "That's a little premature."
"Call it whatever the fuck you want," he said.
When we turned around from the window, Isabel was standing, leaning against the entranceway to the kitchen with her arms folded. I wondered how long she'd been listening to us. Antony went to the table and grabbed his newspaper. "I'm go
As soon as Antony was gone, I sat with Isabel at the kitchen table and explained to her the predicament she was in as it had been explained to me by Schell. She already had a fairly good grasp of the situation and knew she was in a tight spot. I told her that Schell thought she should head for Mexico and try to find her father.
"Are you sure he just doesn't want me to be as far away from you as possible?" she asked.