John Sandford - Dark of the Moon

Margaret said, "If Todd is a lunatic, how do we know he won't just explode and start killing people?"

"Because if he is a lunatic, he's a special kind," Virgil said. "He's a planner. He's meticulous. He'll do it, but he'll lower his odds of getting caught, however he can. He won't just start blasting away."

Jesse asked, "Then what do you think he'll do?"

"He'll meet you. He'll bullshit you. He'll find out what you're planning to do. Then he'll come after you. Might have a long gun, pull up beside you on the road home, after you get off the highway, take a shot. Might dump his car and walk to your house, and then come in after both of you. That's what we're hoping he'll do…"

"You're hoping he'll do that?" Margaret asked.

"Jim Stryker and I and the Curlys and Larry Jensen will be staking him out. Margo will be at the Dairy Queen. Two more will actually be inside your house-we'll drop them off early. I'll need a key from you. So Jesse goes and talks to Todd, then she gets in her truck and she takes off-and when she gets out on the highway, she really rolls." He looked at Jesse. "You move just as fast as you're comfortable with."

"I'm pretty comfortable with ninety," she said.

"That's good. You've only got a few miles down to your exit, if you get even a small jump on him, he won't be able to catch you before you get home. We'll have two guys on the highway in front of you. When you get home, you go in the back door and right down the basement. The two guys who are in front of you will keep going, two blocks down the way, and then out on their feet. Then we've got two guys inside if he goes in after Jesse, and two outside, and two more right behind him."

"WHAT AM I doing during all this?" Margaret asked.

"I'd like you to stay here," Virgil asked. "Or wait in my room down in Bluestem. We'll keep you right up to date on what's going on…"

VIRGIL PICKED UP his sound kit and unzipped it. The two microphones and transmitter together were no bigger than a matchbox, and the microphones themselves were as thin as pennies. "This is a radio," Virgil said, showing it to them. "There are two microphones; they route separately through the transmitter. Like a cell phone, but the microphones are way better. We'll tape the mikes to your chest-best if you wear a T-shirt-and clip the transmitter inside the waist of your jeans, at the small of your back. We'll both be able to hear you, and record it at the same time.

"When you meet him, you push him about the moon tattoo, the man-in-the-moon thing," Virgil continued. "You push him about how he must've known that Judd was his father-how could a Twin Cities newspaper reporter, with all that curiosity, and all those records right there in St. Paul, not know who his father was? And didn't he have grandparents, and wouldn't they know? He won't want you to ask those questions-he'll be pretty hot about keeping you from asking. I think he'll be right after you."

"What if he doesn't do all that?" Jesse asked. "What if he goes home and goes to bed?"

Virgil said, "Well, shoot. Then we'd have to start over with something else. But he was calling you because he wants to make some kind of move. I think."

"I'd like to get it over with," Jesse said.

"We all would," Virgil said. "So. You want to take your shirt off?"

WHEN HE LEFT Worthington the second time, at seven-thirty, Jesse was ready to roll, the wire tested both for recording fidelity and for direct sound.

At five after eight, Virgil was back at the courthouse. Daylight was beginning to fade, the shadows long across Main Street, red light reflecting off west-facing windows. Sundown would come a few minutes before nine o'clock.

Stryker was waiting, with the two Curlys, Jensen, Carr, and two guys named Padgett and Brooks.

Virgil leaned on the front edge of Stryker's desk. "I've pulled together evidence that suggests that Todd Williamson might have been capable of doing the Gleason and Schmidt killings, and the two Judds, and might have been inclined to do them. I'm going to feed that evidence back to him, tonight, through Jesse Laymon, and hope that it forces him into an overt act. They're going to meet at ten o'clock at the Dairy Queen. After the meeting, which I'm set up to record, and to monitor, Jesse is going to take off as fast as she can, for home. So fast that Williamson won't be able to ambush her, or run her off the road, on the way.

"Deputies Padgett and Brooks"-he nodded at them-"will already be at her house, waiting. Jim and Larry will try to figure out where Williamson is, before he goes to the meeting, stake him out, and track him toward the Dairy Queen.

"The two Curlys will be down south of the Dairy Queen, in separate cars. Once Jesse takes off, I want you two in front of her, heading back to her place…The rest of us will follow behind, so we'll have him boxed in if he goes after her."

"What about me?" Carr asked.

"I've got something touchy, if you're willing to do it," Virgil said. "I want you in civvies. But with a gun: this guy is dangerous. You'll be in your own car, and as soon as Larry sees Williamson walk into the Dairy Queen, I want you to pull in and order an ice-cream cone. Sit outside on one of those benches, and lick it down. One hand on your gun."

She smiled: "Sounds good to me."

"Where'll you be?" Stryker asked Virgil.

"I'll be in my truck, parked behind Jane's Nails. I want to stay back in the dark, but I've got to be in radio range, too, so I can monitor the meeting."

"I've got a couple of questions," said Brooks.

"ALL RIGHT," Virgil said. "Let's do the details. But: we've got to be in place an hour before Williamson is due to meet Jesse, by nine o'clock. Williamson is at his office: we don't want to lose him…" He stepped to a wall map of Bluestem, on the wall behind Stryker's desk, touched street corners. "I figure Stryker and Jensen will be here and here, covering the front and back doors of the newspaper office."

WHEN HE WAS DONE, Carr asked, "So if Todd doesn't do anything, we just go home?"

"No. We'll be giving him a serious push-he won't want Jesse Laymon to talk to me. I think he'll have to do something. If Jesse takes off, and Williamson goes home, or back to his office, or wherever, we'll tag him. Overnight, anyway. And just in case he figures out a way to sneak off, I want Padgett and Brooks to hang at Jesse's overnight." He nodded at the two men: "If nothing happens, I'll join you out there early tomorrow, and I'll ship Jesse back to her hideout while I try to figure something else."

"All seems a little shaky," Brooks said.

"It's a lot shaky," Virgil said. "But to tell you the truth, with what I've got now, and what I'm likely to get, I don't think we've got a conviction. He'll get away with it, unless he kills somebody else, and trips up. We gotta take the shot."

"Not against that," Brooks said. "I'm just sayin'."

"I hear you," Virgil said. "I'm more worried than you are."

"WHAT IF he really didn't do it?" Jensen asked.

Virgil smiled. He'd been waiting for that question. "That's almost as good. If we clear him, I think I can work out who we're really looking at. We've really got quite a bit of detail, once you sift it out," Virgil said.

"What detail?" Stryker asked.

Virgil shrugged. "I got notes. Small stuff. Show it to you later."

THEY WENT OVER the details one more time, but it wasn't rocket science, and they were done by 8:45. They were all a little hot, eager to get going, and by nine, Virgil was alone in his truck, and called Jesse. "You ready to roll?"

"Yup. I'm a little nervous."

"Good. You should be. We've already got the place staked out," Virgil said. "Margo Carr will be outside. She'll be close enough to be there instantly if you scream; and she's armed. I'll be five seconds away, on the corner by Sherwin-Williams. Now: remember about the radio check. You call me on your cell when you're coming up to the exit so we can get Margo moving, and then when you're coming into the Dairy Queen, turn on the radio. I'll make sure you're coming in clear. Don't get out of the truck until I give you the okay."