Now You See Me (43 page)

I
didn’
t
star
t
hi
s
ca
r
immediatel
y.I
ra
n
a
fina
l
menta
l
chec
k
ove
r
th
e
hous
e,
ove
r
To
m,
ove
r
wha
t
I
ha
d
don
e.I
looke
d
insid
e
m
y
handba
g
t
o
b
e
doubl
y
sur
e
th
e
morphin
e
wa
s
ther
e.
The
n
I
wa
s
read
y
.

I
hesitate
d
a
s
I
turne
d
int
o
th
e
stree
t,
the
n
stoppe
d.
I ra
n,
clums
y
i
n
th
e
bi
g
shoe
s,
an
d
move
d
m
y
ca
r
int
o
th
e
drivewa
y
.

No
w
tha
t
I
hav
e
begu
n
t
o
tel
l
yo
u,I
a
m
n
o
longe
r
reluctan
t.I
fee
l
th
e
ol
d
seductiv
e
sweetnes
s
o
f
talkin
g
t
o
yo
u.I
ca
n
tel
l
tha
t
thi
s
wil
l
no
t
b
e
th
e
las
t
tim
e
I
wil
l
g
o
ove
r
an
d
ove
r
thes
e
action
s
i
n
thi
s
recor
d.
Eac
h
tim
e
I
writ
e
abou
t
the
m,I
wil
l
remembe
r
som
e
ne
w
detai
l,
eac
h
repetitio
n
wil
l
gai
n
i
n
textur
e
an
d
nuanc
e
.

I
drov
e
t
o
th
e
mote
l
i
n
th
e
Cros
s
an
d
booke
d
i
n
fo
r
a
wee
k
unde
r
th
e
nam
e
o
f
Terr
y
Loga
n.I
mad
e
m
y
voic
e
hoars
e,
knowin
g
I
woul
d
soun
d
lik
e
a
ma
n
tryin
g
t
o
spea
k
falsett
o.I
go
t
hardl
y
a
glanc
e
fro
m
th
e
nigh
t-
cler
k,
wh
o
wa
s
mor
e
intereste
d
i
n
tryin
g
t
o
g
o
o
n
watchin
g
th
e
lat
e-
nigh
t
movi
e
o
n
th
e
smal
l
televisio
n
suspende
d
i
n
a
corne
r
.

I
parke
d
outsid
e
th
e
uni
t
an
d
unlocke
d
th
e
doo
r.
M
y
heartbea
t
accelerate
d
wildl
y
a
s
I
heave
d
To
m
fro
m
th
e
ca
r
t
o
th
e
roo
m,
bu
t
ther
e
wa
s
n
o-
on
e
i
n
sigh
t.I
ha
d
chose
n
thi
s
plac
e
carefull
y—
i
t
wa
s
wel
l
know
n
tha
t
i
t
mostl
y
rente
d
room
s
b
y
th
e
hou
r,
o
r
t
o
lo
w-
life
s
i
n
hidin
g
fro
m
someon
e
o
r
othe
r.I
didn’
t
thin
k
they’
d
b
e
to
o
worrie
d
abou
t
roo
m
servic
e
.

I
too
k
of
f
Tom’
s
clothe
s
an
d
the
n
I
dresse
d
hi
m,
wit
h
som
e
difficult
y,
i
n
th
e
suspende
r
bel
t
an
d
stocking
s,
th
e
lac
y
sil
k
underpant
s,
th
e
sati
n
nightdres
s.I
stuffe
d
hi
s
jean
s
an
d
shir
t
int
o
th
e
plasti
c
ba
g
an
d
lef
t
i
t
o
n
th
e
benc
h.I
mad
e
u
p
hi
s
fac
e
i
n
th
e
sam
e
wa
y
a
s
min
e
an
d
place
d
th
e
wi
g
slightl
y
aske
w
o
n
hi
s
hea
d,
a
s
i
f
i
t
ha
d
slippe
d
whe
n
h
e
move
d.I
pu
t
th
e
wra
p-
aroun
d
skir
t
an
d
th
e
blous
e
o
n
th
e
chai
r
besid
e
the be
d.I
too
k
th
e
cotto
n
woo
l
carefull
y
ou
t
o
f
th
e
shoe
s
an
d
line
d
the
m
u
p
underneat
h
.

I
go
t
int
o
m
y
ow
n
clothe
s,
stuffin
g
th
e
cotto
n
woo
l
i
n
m
y
pocke
t,
an
d
the
n
I
sa
t
lookin
g
a
t
hi
m
fo
r
a
lon
g
tim
e,
no
t
seein
g
th
e
patheticall
y
ludicrou
s
figur
e
h
e
mad
e
lyin
g
ther
e,a
lin
e
o
f
spittl
e
droolin
g
fro
m
hi
s
lipsticke
d
mout
h,
bu
t
rememberin
g
ho
w
muc
h
I
ha
d
love
d
hi
m,
onc
e.I
wa
s
sorr
y
tha
t
thi
s
woul
d
b
e
m
y
las
t
imag
e
o
f
hi
m
.