Hit List

man.”
    “Yes.”
    “Keller, do you want to sit down? Can I get you something to drink?”
    “No, I’m fine.”
    “But you killed a man.”
    “In Jacksonville.”
    “Keller,” she said, “that’s what you do. Remember? That’s what you’ve been doing all your life. Well, maybe not all your life, maybe not when you were a kid, but—“
    “This was different, Dot.”
    “What was different about it?”
    “I wasn’t supposed to kill him.”
    “You’re not supposed to kill anybody, according to what they teach kids in Sunday school. It’s against the rules. But you haven’t lived by those rules for a while now, Keller.”
    “I broke my own rules,” he said. “I killed somebody I shouldn’t have.”
    “Who?”
    “I don’t even know his name.”
    “Is that what bothers you? Not knowing his name?”
    “Dot,” he said, “I killed our guy. I killed the man we hired. He came to New York to do a job, a job we hired him to do, and he did everything just the way he was supposed to do, and I followed him from New York to Jacksonville and murdered him in cold blood.”
    “In cold blood,” she said.
    “Or maybe it was hot blood. I don’t know.”
    “Come on into the kitchen,” she said. “Have a seat, let me make you a cup of tea. And tell me all about it.”
    “So that’s basically it,” he said, “and one reason I stayed there in Jacksonville was I wanted to figure out why I did it before I came back and told you about it.”
    “And?”
    “And I still haven’t figured it out. I could have stayed there for a month and I don’t think I would have worked it out.”
    “You must have some idea.”
    “Well, I was frustrated,” he said. “That was a part of it. How many months have we had Roger to worry about? This was supposed to smoke him out, and it did, I even got a fairly close look at him, but then he slipped away. Either he got wind of what was going on or the man who killed Maggie gave him the slip, but either way I’d missed my chance at Roger.”
    “And you just had to kill somebody.”
    He thought about it, shook his head. “No,” he said. “It had to be this guy.”
    “Why?”
    “This is crazy. I was mad at him, Dot.”
    “Because he killed your girlfriend.”
    “It doesn’t make any sense, does it? He pulled the trigger, except it wouldn’t have been a trigger, because he wouldn’t have used a gun, not if he was making it look like an accident. How did he do it, do you happen to know?”
    “Drowning.”
    “Drowning? In a fifth-floor loft in lower Manhattan?”
    “In her bathtub.”
    “And it looked like an accident?”
    “It didn’t look much like anything else. Either she passed out or she slipped and lost her footing, hit her head on the edge of the tub on the way down. Went under the surface and took a deep breath anyhow.”
    “Water in the lungs?”
    “So they said.”
    “He drowned her,” he said, “the dirty son of a bitch. At least she was unconscious when it happened.”
    “Maybe.”
    “How could he do it if he didn’t knock her out first?”
    “It’s too late to ask him,” she said, “but if he knocks her out first then he has to undress her and put her in the tub, and he might leave marks that wouldn’t be consistent with the scene he’s trying to set.”
    “What else could he do?”
    “How would you do it, Keller?”
    He frowned, thinking it through. “Hold a gun on her,” he said. “Or a knife, whatever. Make her get undressed and draw a tub, make her get in the tub.”
    “And then hold her head under?”
    “The easy way,” he said, “is to pick up her feet. Lift them up and the head goes under.”
    “And if the person struggles?”
    “It doesn’t do any good,” he said. “He might splash a little water around, that’s all.”
    “Wrong pronoun.”
    “Well,” he said.
    “I remember a few years ago,” she said. “A job you did, but don’t ask me where. A man drowned.”
    “Salt Lake City,” he said.
    “That how you did it? Hold a gun on him?”
    “He was in the tub when I got there. He’d dozed off. I had a gun, I went in there to shoot him, but there he was, taking a nap in the tub.”
    “So you picked up his feet?”
    “I’d heard about it,” he said, “or maybe I read it somewhere, I don’t remember. I wanted to see if it would work.”
    “And it did?”
    “Nothing to it,” he said. “He woke up, but he couldn’t do anything. He was a big strong guy, too. I wiped up the water that got splashed