Hit List

they checked in . . .”
    “In a nonsmoking room? The bastards. And on top of that they were committing adultery?” She shook her head. “Triple sinners, it sounds like to me. Well, they deserved to die, and may God have mercy on their souls.”
    She was reaching for her iced tea but drew her hand back as the door chime sounded. “Now who could that be?” she wondered aloud, and went to find out. He had a brief moment of panic, sure he ought to do something, unable to think what it was. He was still working on it when she came back brandishing a package.
    “FedEx,” she said, and gave the parcel a shake. It didn’t make a sound. She pulled the strip to open it and drew out banded packets of currency. She slipped the wrapper off one of them and riffled the bills. “I hate to admit it,” she said, “but I’m starting to get used to the way the new bills look. Not the twenties, they still look like play money to me, but the fifties and hundreds are beginning to look just fine. You buy any stamps in Louisville?”
    “A few.”
    “Well,” she said, counting out stacks of bills, making piles on the table. “Now you can go buy some more.”
    “I guess the customer’s satisfied.”
    “Looks that way, doesn’t it?”
    “You just gave them the address and they put the cash in the mail?”
    “No, I told them I work for Inside Edition . It’s not the mail, anyway. It’s Federal Express.”
    “Whatever.”
    “There’s a cutoff man between me and the client, Keller. This particular one is a guy in—well, it doesn’t matter where, but it’s not Louisville and it’s not New York. We’ve done business for years, even before I was part of the picture.”
    She gestured toward the ceiling, and Keller understood the reference to the old man, who’d never come down from the second floor in the final years of his life. You’d think he was up there still, the way they referred to him.
    “So he knows where to send the money,” she said, “and the client knows how to get it to him. No business of ours how much of it stays with him, as long as we get our price. And the client doesn’t know anything about you, or me either.” She patted the piles of money. “All he knows is we do good work. Well, a happy customer is our best advertisement, and I’d say this one’s happy. How did you do it, Keller? How’d you manage natural causes?”
    “I didn’t, not exactly. It was suicide.”
    “Well, that’s close enough, isn’t it? It’s not as though they had their hearts set on a lingering illness.” She drained her glass, put it down on the table. “Let’s hear it. How’d you do it?”
    “When he got out of the car,” he said, “I got him in a choke hold.”
    “It’s good you’re not a cop, Keller. These days that comes under the heading of police brutality.”
    “I kept the pressure on until he went limp. And it would have been the most natural thing to finish the job, you know? Cut off his air a little longer. Or just break his neck.”
    “Whatever.”
    “And I could have left him looking like he had a heart attack and hurt himself when he fell down. Something like that. But I figured any coroner who looked twice would see it didn’t happen that way, and then it looks staged, which is probably worse from the client’s point of view than a straightforward homicide.”
    “I suppose.”
    “So I put him behind the wheel,” he said, “and I got out the gun they gave me—“
    “The twenty-two auto, first choice of professionals from coast to coast.”
    “And overseas as well, for all I know. I wrapped his hand around it and stuck the business end in his mouth.”
    “And squeezed off a round.”
    “No,” he said, “because who knows how far the sound is going to carry?”
    “ ‘Hark, I hear the cannon’s roar.’ “
    “And suppose one bullet doesn’t do it? It’s a small calibre, it’s not going to splatter his brains all over the roof liner.”
    “And I guess it’s a pretty severe case of suicide if the guy has to shoot himself twice. Although you could argue that it shows determination.”
    “I stayed with what I’d worked up while I was waiting for him to come home. I had a length of garden hose already cut, and I taped one end to the exhaust pipe and stuck the other end in the car window.”
    “And started the engine.”
    “I had to do that to get the window down. Anyway, I left him there, in a closed garage with the engine running.”
    “And got the hell