Philip Margolin: Gone ,but not forgotten

"This lady says you're expecting her," the guard said.

"That's right," Betsy answered.

Darius stood up. He stared at Reardon. His eyes widened. Reardon looked into those eyes.

"Don't…" Darius started. Reardon shot the guard in the temple. His head exploded, spraying flesh and bone over her raincoat. Betsy stared.

The guard crumpled to the floor. Reardon pushed Betsy aside, dropped the bag and locked the hallway door.

"Sit down," she commanded, pointing the gun at Darius. Darius backed away and sat in the chair at the end of the table. Reardon turned to Betsy.

"Take a chair on the other side from me, away from Darius, and fold your hands on the table. If you move, Kathy dies."

Darius stared at Betsy. "You planned this?"

"Shut up, Martin," Reardon said. Her eyes were wide. She looked manic.

"Dogs don't talk. If you utter a sound without my asking, you'll suffer pain like you've never known."

Darius kept his mouth shut and his eyes riveted on Reardon.

"You made me an expert on pain, Martin. Soon you'll see how well I learned. My only regret is that I won't have those private moments with you that you shared with me. Those days alone together when you made me plead for pain. I remember each night we shared. If we had time, I would make you relive every one of them."

Reardon picked up the black bag and placed it on the table.

"I have a question for you, Martin. It's a simple question. One you should have no trouble answering. I give you permission to answer it, if you can. Considering the time we spent together, it should be a breeze.

What's my name?"

Someone pounded on the hall door. "Open up! Police."

Reardon half-turned toward the door, but kept her eyes on Darius.

"Get away or I'll kill everyone in here. I've got Betsy Tannenbaum and Martin Darius. If I hear anyone at the door, they die. You know I mean it."

There was a scraping at the door to the courtroom.

Reardon fired a shot through the top of the door. Betsy heard several screams.

"Get away from the doors or everyone dies," Reardon yelled.

"We've backed off" someone shouted from the hall.

Reardon pointed her gun at Betsy. "TALK to them.

Tell them about Kathy. Tell them she'll die if they try to come in here.

Tell them you'll be safe if they do as I say."

Betsy was shaking.

"Can I stand up?" she managed.

Reardon nodded. Betsy walked to the courtroom door.

"Alan!" she shouted, fighting to keep her voice from breaking.

"Are you okay?" Page shouted back.

"Please keep everyone away. The woman in here was one of the women Darius kidnapped in Hunter's Point. She's hidden Kathy and she's not feeding her. If you capture her, she won't tell me where she's holding Kathy and she'll starve to death. Please keep everyone away."

"All right. Don't worry."

"In the hall, too," Reardon commanded.

"She wants everyone away from the hall door, too.

Please. Do as she says. She won't hesitate to kill us."

Reardon turned her attention back to Darius.

"You've had time to think. Answer the question, if you can. What's my name?"

Darius shook his head and Reardon smiled in a way that made Betsy feel cold.

"I knew you wouldn't know, Martin. We were never people to you. We were Fantasy figures."

Betsy could hear people moving around in the courtroom and the corridor.

Reardon opened the bag. She took out a hypodermic. Betsy could see surgical implements lying on trays.

"My name is Samantha Reardon, Martin. You're going to remember it when I'm through. I want you to know something else about me. Before you kidnapped me and ruined my life, I was a surgical nurse. Surgical nurses learn how to mend broken bodies. They see parts of the body wounded and twisted and they see what a surgeon has to do to relieve the pain injuries cause. Can you see how that information might be useful to a person who wanted to cause pain?"

Darius knew better than to answer. Reardon smiled.

"Very good, Martin. You're a fast learner. You didn't speak. Of course, you invented this game. I remember what happened the first time you asked me a question after telling me that dogs don't speak and I was foolish enough to answer. I'm sorry I don't have a cattle prod handy, Martin. The pain is exquisite."

Reardon laid a scalpel on the tabletop. Betsy felt sick. She sucked air.

Reardon ignored her. She moved down the table closer to Darius.

"I have to get to work. I can't expect those fools to wait forever.

After a while, they'll decide to try something stupid.

"You probably think I'm going to kill you. You're wrong. Death is a gift, Martin. It is an end to suffering. I want you to suffer as long as possible. I want you to suffer for the rest of your life.

"The first thing I'm going to do is shoot you in both kneecaps. The pain from this injury will be excruciating and it will cripple you sufficiently to prevent you from being a physical threat to me. I will then ease your pain by administering an anesthetic."

Reardon held up the hypodermic.

"Once you're unconscious, I'm going to operate on you. I I'm going to work on your spinal cord, the tendons and ligaments that enable you to move your arms and legs. When you wake up, you'll be totally paralyzed.

But that won't be all, Martin. That won't be the worst part."

A glow suffused Reardon's features. She looked enraptured.

"I'm — also going to put out your eyes, so you won't be able to see. I'm going to cut out your tongue, so you won't be able to talk. I'm going to make you deaf The only thing I'm going to leave intact will be your mind.

"Think about your future, Martin. You're relatively young. You're in good shape. A healthy specimen. With life support, you'll stay — alive thirty, forty years, locked in the perpetual darkness of your mind.

"Do you know why they call prisons penitentiaries?"

Darius did not respond. Reardon chuckled.

"Can't fool you, can I. It's a place for penitence. A place for those who have wronged others to think about their sins. Your mind will become your penitentiary and you'll be locked in it, unable to escape, for the rest of your life."

Reardon positioned herself in front of Darius and aimed at his right knee.

"You in there. This is William Tobias, the police chief I'd like to talk to you."

Reardon turned her head and Darius moved with uncanny speed. His left foot shot up, catching Reardon's wrist. The gun flew across the table.

Betsy watched it skid toward her as Reardon staggered backward.

Betsy's hand closed on the gun as Darius grabbed Reardon's wrist to snake loose the hypodermic. Reardon lashed out with her foot and kicked Darius in the groin.

She jabbed the fingers of her- free hand at his eyes. Darius moved his head and the blow caught him on the cheek. Reardon leaped forward and sank her teeth into Darius's throat. He screamed. They smashed against the wall. Darius held tight to the hand holding the needle.

He grabbed Reardon's hair with his free hand and tried to pull her off.

Betsy saw Darius turn white from pain.

Reardon struggled to free the hypodermic. Darius let go of Reardon's hair and smashed his fist into her head several times. Reardon's grip loosened and Darius pulled away. The flesh around his throat was ragged and covered with blood. Darius grabbed Reardon's hair, held her head away from him and smashed his forehead against her nose, stunning her.

Reardon's legs gave way. Darius snapped her wrist and the syringe fell to the floor. He moved behind Reardon, wrapping an arm around her neck.

"No!" Betsy screamed. "Don't kill her. She's the only one who knows where Kathy is."

Darius paused. Reardon was limp. He was holding her off the ground so only her toes were touching. His choke hold was cutting off her air.