James Sallis - Black Hornet
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“Any idea who could be behind it?”
“You want the long list or the short one? Short one’s almost as long as the long one-know what I’m saying?”
“Of course, there may be nothing to it all,” Clifford said.
Static crackled on the walkie-talkie, and Leo looked down at my hand.
“Man, everybody’s playing soldier today. They give you your official decoder badge too?”
“Friends of yours, I take it,” James said after they had stepped off into the ever-thickening crowd. I looked at him. He just shook his head. “Takes all kinds.”
I looked around us again. “Which is about what we’ve got here.”
“For sure.”
We made our way along the rear of the crowd, which by now had expanded well into the next block. People still streamed in from every direction. James called to report, cupping his hand over the walkie-talkie and all but shouting to be heard against the din.
We had turned to start back across when a hand fell on my shoulder and someone spoke behind me.
“Lewis. I can’t help but notice that you seem to be taking a sudden, decided interest in black affairs these days.”
“Working,” I said. I held up the walkie-talkie.
Hosie looked at it, back at me. “That may be even more intriguing.”
“Leaping to conclusions again?”
“Peering cautiously over the edge of one, anyhow. Go on about your business, Lewis, whatever it is. We can talk later.”
We started across to check out the other side, noting that a half-dozen hardcases had grouped around the men in black with shaved heads. The hardcases were tossing insults and taunts at them. The sixteen men stood in formation looking straight ahead, making no response.
I glanced at James. He nodded and bent his head close to the walkie-talkie to call it in.
Cackles shot from the speakers outside the hall, then a loud, shrill peal before they were again shut down. After a moment a steady sizzling sound came back on. Several taps-of fingers? A clearing throat.
“Ladies … and … gentlemen.
“Brothers.
“Sisters.
“It is a great honor tonight to be called upon to introduce the young lady sitting here beside me. Rarely has the voice of our black nation, rarer still that of its youth, been heard so clearly, with such honesty and …”
Static obliterated the voice. There were further thumps. A murmur started through the crowd.
Momentarily the voice resurfaced: “… testimony to an enduring people.” Then more static and, after a bit, speakers chopping his words into hiccups: “Ladies and gentlemen, please bear with us.”
Static.
The crowd’s murmur grew both in pitch and intensity.
“… a minor technical problem, I’m told, now resolved. And so, with no more preamble or presumption, I present to you: Miss Corene Davis.”
But apparently the technical problem wasn’t that minor after all. Even as he spoke, speakers were cutting in and out, swallowing words and syllables.
“I would like to begin tonight,” Corene Davis said once the applause had died down, “by quoting Andre Breton:
“ ‘Beauty,’ he said, ‘will be convulsive, or it will not exist.’ ”
It was then that the speakers cut out once and for all.
The crowd’s murmur built to a roar. I could hear, from every corner, shouts and curses, raised voices, breaking glass. Fists went into the air. Tidelike surges shuddered through the mass of bodies around me. I watched as the sixteen men with shaved heads, as though on order, broke rank all at once and tore into the hardcases who had been heckling them.
Ten minutes later, we had a full-scale riot on our hands.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“You do have a way of always being there, looking up just as the pigeons fly over.”
“It’s a gift.”
“What the hell were you doing there?”
I told him.
“And you think there’s a connection between the shooter and SeCure Corps?”
“This so-called Sentry’s the only other person I’ve come across lately who’s as shy as our sniper.”
“Shy-and high.”
“Exactly. Well worth checking out even if it weren’t the only lead we had.”
“Mr. Griffin?”
We both turned. A low-browed, acned young man in a lab coat stepped through the curtain. He was tall and gangly and looked to be all of sixteen, as though he ought to be mowing lawns and sitting at the movie wondering how to get an arm casually around his date’s shoulder. Instead, here he was patching people back together and trying to save the occasional life.
“Your X-rays came back. Skulls series and cervical spine are okay, no problems there. That hand looks okay, as far as we can tell. No evidence of fracture. You’re going to have one mother of a bruise, and the hand may swell up till you look like Mickey Mouse. However …”
The great medical however.
“… you have three cracked ribs. I don’t think there’s any danger, but we’d like you to stay here overnight for observation.”
I shook my head. “Tape them.”
“Mr. Griffin-”
I stopped him. “Doctor. I appreciate your concern, believe me. But I’ve been through this before.”
“You don’t understand. With injuries of this kind there’s always the possibility of-”
“Lung puncture, pneumothorax, atalectasis, pneumonia. I do understand. As I said, this isn’t exactly new territory for me. First time, I went to bed the way I was told and I got so sore it took me two months to get over it all. Next time, because someone was stalking me, I didn’t have a choice, I had to keep moving. By the end of the week I’d almost forgotten it ever happened.”
“Well … you have a point. All right, Mr. Griffin. We’ll do it your way, on a couple of conditions. One: you let me write a prescription for you in case the pain gets too bad, so you’ll at least be able to rest.”
“Second?”
“You come back day after tomorrow and let me take a look at you.”
“Agreed.” Though I knew there was little chance I’d come back. He probably knew it too.
“I’m still not clear on this thing with Davis,” Walsh said as the doctor began wrapping me.
I looked beneath one raised arm.
“When all hell started breaking loose, I had to wonder if it might be a set-up. If the whole thing, the speaker trouble, the ensuing riot, all of it, hadn’t started out just as a way to provide distraction.”
“Making it easy for anyone who wanted to take Corene Davis down.”
I nodded. “Hold still, Mr. Griffin,” the doctor said.
“There wasn’t anything I could do out on the edge like that. Man could have been standing in moonlight on the roof with a cannon and I wouldn’t have seen him. So I pushed into the crowd. Thinking all the time that if I got in closer to the center, there was at least a chance I’d see something-assuming there was something to see.
“About this time they brought Corene Davis out a side door, trying to get her away from danger. They came out of the church itself, not the community center, and I just happened to be in the right position and looking that way. Four men pressed close to her, and they were making for a black Lincoln parked in the alley behind.
“I caught a glimpse, just a flash of motion, from a doorway back there. I wasn’t even sure, afterward, that I really saw it. But I went over the low stone wall between the buildings and along it, crouched as low as I could and still keep my speed up, and just as they reached the car, Corene and her escorts, this guy stepped out of the doorway.”
“You broke his arm in two places, Lew. Witnesses said it looked like you were trying to tear it off. Then you started in on the rest of him.”
“I don’t know. I was concentrating on the gun. Funny how fast it came swiveling away from the others and toward me. All I wanted to do once he was down was make sure he stayed down. Man had one hell of a kick to him.”
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