Double Take

said, “I guess I didn’t shoot him flat out at first because I wanted to know who wanted me dead. Well, maybe I’m rationalizing what I did. I don’t remember what I was thinking. But maybe I thought I’m so bright I could take him prisoner and question him. Pound my head against the wall, Cheney, smack me.”
    “Not yet,” Cheney said, smiling. “Keep talking, Julia, only slow down. Okay, so he ran out the front door—”
    “I didn’t go after him, but I did crack open the front door, and then I heard his car turn over, maybe half a block away. I was hoping he’d be lying dead by the rhododendron bushes, but hey, he’s hurt, right? That bullet could have hit an artery in his arm—no, I couldn’t be that lucky and besides, where’s the blood? When you hit an artery, there’s a fountain of blood, right?”
    She was speeding up again to manic tempo so Cheney broke in, speaking slowly, his voice loud. “Look over there on the sidewalk. You can see the splatters of blood from here. You didn’t get an artery, but you did put a bullet in him. That’s enough.” He eased the gun from her hand.
    “But I should have shot his head off. He got away. He’s still out there. Oh, come inside, Agent Stone, come in.”
    “It’s nearly two o’clock in the morning. Make it Cheney.” She started, then laughed. “You’re right, this is the second time you’ve seen me creeped out, only this time you didn’t have to get wet.” She looked down at the white gym socks on her feet, saw a small hole in the big toe, and grinned. “Can I have my gun back? I’ll be careful, I promise. It makes me feel safe, more in control. He would have shot me dead if I hadn’t had it.”
    She was coming down, more herself again, so he gave her back her SIG. She sort of slinked sideways into the living room, fanned her gun toward the shadows.
    He didn’t smile. “You can put the gun down, Julia. The guy’s gone.”
    “Yeah, okay—” She carefully laid her SIG on top of an antique marquetry table, and turned to see him speaking on his cell. When he punched off, he said, “I called Captain Paulette again, told him I’d arrived. He and his team will be here soon. He’ll have his patrol officers out looking for this guy. His officers will start interviewing the neighbors in the morning. It was the same guy, right?”
    “Oh yeah, like Thursday night, he didn’t even bother trying to hide his face because he planned to kill me. Didn’t I already tell you that?”
    “Yeah, but tell me again.”
    “Okay. I couldn’t tell all that much when he was in my bedroom because it was really dark, but when he ran out into the corridor, I could see him plain as day. He was wearing his glasses, but not his Burberry. A dark leather jacket. I think he was wearing black boots. I’ve got to take more shooting lessons, the guy moved so fast. That second time I shot at least two feet wide. I killed my lamp. Then I shot my newel post but that turned out okay. It exploded shards of oak and gouged his face and neck. Got him good, that had to have hurt.”
    “Well done.”
    She sighed, and for the first time felt a smack of cold exhaustion.
    “Captain Paulette will take care of notifying all the hospitals. Maybe his arm is bad enough that he’ll need medical help. Maybe his eyes too. Okay, I want you to start at the beginning all over again.”
    She sat on one of the brocade sofas next to him, turned to face him. Before she got started, Captain Paulette walked in. “The front door was unlocked,” he said.
    “Good timing, Frank,” Cheney said, and nodded to Julia.
    “Hello, Captain Paulette. Okay, I can do this. The thing is, it all happened so fast, but I think I can get it right now.”
    But for the moment, she couldn’t speak. She tugged her sock over the hole in the big toe.
    Cheney saw Frank give Julia Ransom the once-over, just as he had. Her eyes were still dilated, confused, and he knew she was trying to adjust to the threat of death suddenly gone. “Okay, Julia, while Captain Paulette contacts hospital ERs and gets his men situated, I want you to lean back, close your eyes, and replay the whole thing in your mind. Take deep breaths, try to think clearly.”
    “But—”
    “You’ll think of more details to tell Captain Paulette, you’ll see.”
    Julia heard cars driving up, but no sirens, and that was a relief. Her neighbors still hadn’t stopped giving her sideways looks since August’s murder six months