The Library at Mount Char Part 28

"Yeah," Steve said. "I thought so." He s.n.a.t.c.hed the syringe up off the floor.

From behind him, the vet's voice. "I don't think you should-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He walked up to Naga. She snarled again, long white teeth against pink healthy gums. I bet her capillary response is pretty good now. Ignoring the snarl, he pulled her unwounded right hip away from the wall and jabbed the needle in it. She roared again, a deep ba.s.s sound that rattled the windows.

"Shut. The f.u.c.k. Up!"

"Slowly," Dr. Alsace said. Her voice was m.u.f.fled. Steve glanced back. The door was mostly shut. She peeped in, only the top of her head showing.

He pushed the plunger in, one excruciating millimeter at a time. In a few seconds it was empty. Steve pulled the syringe out, tossed it aside.

Naga looked at him, confused.

"There," Steve said, sarcastic. "Feel better now?"

Naga looked at him for a moment, then slumped. A moment later she laid her head down on the floor. Steve slumped too, back against the wall. His shoulder blades felt wet. He stood up straight again, turned and looked. Where he had leaned, there was a big bloodstain on the wall. He turned to the vet. "You guys got a Band-Aid?"

"Jerri, get me some gauze and some tape."

Naga lay on the floor, semiconscious.

"I think you can get started now," Steve said.

"Not yet. Give it about ten minutes."

"Oh. OK. Am I bleeding bad?" He walked over to her and presented his back.

She examined it. "It's not good. But I think it's superficial. Probably leave some scars, though. You're going to need st.i.tches."

"Shouldn't be a problem. I imagine someone will be along shortly to arrest me."

"I don't doubt it. That was about the dumbest thing I've ever seen." She paused. "Not un-brave, but very, very dumb. Is that your lion?"

"Not really. Kind of. We just met a couple of hours ago."

She raised her eyebrows.

Steve shrugged. "It's been an intense couple of hours."

The vet looked at Naga. "She's bleeding pretty bad. She probably wouldn't have made it much longer."

Steve looked at her.

"I've seen worse, though. That bandage will hold it until she's anesthetized. I'm pretty sure I can st.i.tch her up in time." She looked at him levelly. "If you were trying to save her life, you probably did."

Steve turned this notion over in his mind, examining it. He smiled. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. It really was dumb, though."

Steve sighed, wis.h.i.+ng for a cigarette. "The Buddha teaches respect for all life."

"Oh." She considered this. "Are you a Buddhist?"

"No. I'm an a.s.shole. But I keep trying."

II.

Ten minutes later Naga was back on the table. They put the stretcher on the floor. Steve had muscled her onto it while she was still semiconscious. As he did this, Naga stretched her tongue out and licked blood off the back of his hand.

"It's OK," Steve said, stroking her cheek. "No big."

When Naga's eyes were shut he, Jerri, and Dr. Alsace lifted her up onto the examination table. While they were waiting for the anesthetic to fully kick in, Steve borrowed some bandages and started taping himself up.

Halfway through what was shaping up to be a really bad job, Dr. Alsace said, "Point that gun at me."

"Beg pardon?"

"Point that gun at me."

"Er...OK." Steve pulled the HK out of his waistband and lifted it in her general direction.

"What's that you say?" Dr. Alsace said. "If I don't bandage you up, you're going to shoot me? Well, I guess I have no choice, then."

Steve blinked, smiled at her. "Thanks."

"Jerri, turn your back. I'm about to set a bad example." Jerri obliged. Dr. Alsace cleaned out the scratches on Steve's back with a bottle of saline, then injected him with something. A minute or so later his back was numb. "Get me a rapID, would you?"

Jerri, gloved, went outside for a second and returned with a clear plastic tool about the size of a paperback book with two pinchable handles. "What's that?"

"Staple gun."

"What?"

Ka-blap!

"Ow! f.u.c.k!"

"Sorry. Hold still." Ka-blap!

"Ow! I'm not a two-by-four!"

"Don't be such a baby. I don't have time to suture."

Steve managed to keep quiet for the next couple, but his face contorted with pain. He grunted on the sixth, seventh, and eighth ka-blaps.

"There we go," Dr. Alsace said. "All done. Hold the gun on Jerri and tell her to bandage you up."

Steve pointed the gun at her.

"Eeek! Don't shoot. Hang on, I need to get more tape."

She returned a second later, eyes wide. "Um...mister?"

"My name is Steve."

"Steve? There's a guy out there. He says he wants to talk to you."

Steve's stomach knotted. "Cop?"

"I'm not sure. He has a gun."

Steve thought about this for a second. He pursed his lips, nodded. "Tell him it's OK. Tell him to come in. I won't shoot anything."

A second later Erwin walked in. "Glad to hear it," he said. He glanced at Naga. "Hmm. Nice lion."

"Thanks."

"When I heard the call come in, I had a feeling this might be you. You're really extra-f.u.c.king-special under arrest. You know that, right?" Erwin pulled a set of those plastic cuffs that looked like cable ties out of his back pocket.

Steve didn't move. He was thinking about the front door, the tree line behind the strip mall, the taxi.

"No," Erwin said, seeing him tense. "You shouldn't do that."

"No?"

"No." He pointed back in the general direction of the waiting room. "There's a guy on the roof back behind that dry cleanin' place. I used to work with him. He's a good shot. You try anything, he's going to put a bullet through your center of ma.s.s. It'll leave a hole in your back about a foot across. Half your guts'll blow out with it. You'll be dead before you even know what hit you."

Steve walked out into the lobby and peeped out the window. "Oh..." he said. "Oh, wow." There was indeed a guy on the roof of the cleaners with a rifle. There were also around ten squad cars in the parking lot, blue lights flas.h.i.+ng. A hundred yards away people streamed out of Walmart, heads down, running. He scanned the roof line and saw another sniper on top of the Monsieur Taco. "f.u.c.k," he said. "After all that."

"Yeah," Erwin said, "it's a b.i.t.c.h." He jiggled the plastic cuffs in the air. "You gonna let me do this, or do we gotta shoot ya?"

Steve looked at the front door, tested his weight on his bandaged ankle. Maybe I could duck out the back and...

"If you decide to run, can you give me a second first? I want to get them nice ladies out of the line of fire before the deppities start shooting. They're all excited, like. I don't think they'll be real careful when they see you come running out with a gun. Be a shame if the rest of us got killed along with you."

Steve put his palms up to his temples. He walked around the waiting room saying, "s.h.i.+t, s.h.i.+t, s.h.i.+t!" He kicked a big bag of dog food. Then, with a sigh, "OK. You're right. No way out. I've still got a problem, though."

"Yeah? What's that?"

"I knew how this was probably going to end up, but I came here anyway. Now it occurs to me that if I just drop the gun-"

"Don't drop it," Erwin said. "Might go off. Set it down gentle-"

"-yeah, sure. If I just drop it-"

"People on TV are always dropping guns. I saw a guy get shot that way once."

"OK. Understood. I'll just set it down. If."

"If what?"

"If you"-he looked significantly at Erwin-"promise me you won't let them just come in here and kill her. Promise me you'll figure out, I dunno, something. A zoo. A circus." He searched Erwin's face. "Please. If you do that, I'll help you as much as I can."

"Help me? How?"

"I don't know a whole lot, but I do know where they are-Carolyn and the rest."

Erwin considered this. "Full cooperation? No holding back?"

Steve nodded.

"Can you sketch the interior of the place?"

"Sure."

Erwin considered for a second. "I can't take that lion back to my apartment, you understand."

"I understand that. I'm just asking you to tell me that you'll do your best."

"Yeah," Erwin said. "OK. You got my word."

Steve nodded. He held out his wrists to Erwin.

"Put down the gun first."

Steve set it on the reception desk, gently.

"Hands behind your back."

He did that too. Blue lights flashed through the windows. He tilted his head back, shut his eyes. The sound the cuffs made as they closed was just like zipping up a plastic cable tie.

"Smart," Erwin said. "They really would have killed you."

"I know."

Erwin leaned back and looked into Room Two. "That there's a big-a.s.s lion."

Steve smiled a little. "You think she's big, you should have seen her dad. Full-grown male. Maybe four hundred pounds?"

"Oh?" Erwin looked mildly alarmed. "He around?"