" - but to blame this young man," Deepneau went on in that same composed but regretful voice, "seems most unfair."
"I want you out of here!" Tower snarled at Eddie. "You and your friend, as well! I have no wish to do business with you! If you ever thought I did, it was a...amisapprehension! " He seized upon this last word as though upon a prize, and nearly shouted it out.
Eddie clasped his hands more tightly yet. He had never been more aware of the gun he was wearing; it had gained a kind of balefully lively weight. He reeked with sweat; he could smell it. And now drops of blood began to ooze out from between his palms and fall to the floor. He could feel his teeth beginning to sink into his tongue. Well, it was certainly a way to forget the pain in one's leg. Eddie decided to give the tongue in question another brief conditional parole.
"What I remember most clearly about my visit to you - "
"You have some books that belong to me," Tower said. "I want them back. Iinsist on - "
"Shut up, Cal," Deepneau said.
"What?"Tower did not sound wounded now; he sounded shocked. Almost breathless.
"Stop squirming. You've earned this scolding, and you know it. If you're lucky, a scolding is all it will be. So shut up and for once in your life take it like a man."
"Hear him very well," Roland said in a tone of dry approval.
"What I remember most clearly," Eddie pushed on, "is how horrified you were by what I told Jack - about how I and my friends would fill Grand Army Plaza with corpses if he didn't lay off. Some of them women and children. You didn't like that, but do you know what, Cal? Jack Andolini's here, right now, in East Stoneham."
"Youlie! " Tower said. He drew in breath as he said it, turning the words into an inhaled scream.
"God," Eddie replied, "if only I did. I saw two innocent women die, Cal. In the general store, this was. Andolini set an ambush, and if you were a praying man - I suppose you're not, unless there's some first edition you feel in danger of losing, but if you were - you might want to get down on your knees and pray to the god of selfish, obsessed, greedy, uncaring dishonest bookstore owners that it was a woman namedMia who told Balazar's dinh where we were probably going to end up,her, not you. Because if they followedyou, Calvin, those two women's blood is onyour hands! "
His voice was rising steadily, and although Eddie was still looking steadfastly down, his whole body had begun to tremble. He could feel his eyes bulging in their sockets and the cords of strain standing out on his neck. He could feel his balls drawn all the way up, as small and as hard as peach-pits. Most of all he could feel the desire to spring across the room, as effortless as a ballet dancer, and bury his hands in Calvin Tower's fat white throat. He was waiting for Roland to intervene - hopingfor Roland to intervene - but the gunslinger did not, and Eddie's voice continued to rise toward the inevitable scream of fury.
"One of those women went right down but the other...she stayed up for a couple of seconds. A bullet took off the top of her head. I think it was a machine-gun bullet, and for the couple of seconds she stayed on her feet, she looked like a volcano. Only she was blowing blood instead of lava. Well, but it was probably Mia who ratted. I've got a feeling about that. It's not entirely logical, but luckily for you, it'sstrong. Mia using what Susannah knew and protecting her chap."
"Mia? Young man - Mr. Dean - I know no - "
"Shut up!" Eddie cried. "Shut up, you rat! You lying, reneging weasel! You greedy, grasping, piggy excuse for a man! Why didn't you take out a few billboards? H I, I'M CAL TOWER ! I' M STAYING ON THE ROCKET ROAD IN EAST STONEHAM! W HY DON ' T YOU COME SEE ME AND MY FRIEND, AARON! B RING GUNS! "
Slowly, Eddie looked up. Tears of rage were rolling down his face. Tower had backed up against the wall to one side of the door, his eyes huge and moist in his round face. Sweat stood out on his brow. He held his bag of freshly acquired books against his chest like a shield.
Eddie looked at him steadily. Blood dripped from between his tightly clasped hands; the spot of blood on the arm of his shirt had begun to spread again; now a trickle of blood ran from the left side of his mouth, as well. And he supposed he understood Roland's silence. This was Eddie Dean's job. Because he knew Tower inside as well as out, didn't he? Knew him very well. Once upon a time not so long ago hadn't he himself thought everything in the world but heroin pale and unimportant? Hadn't he believed everything in the world that wasn't heroin up for barter or sale? Had he not come to a point when he would literally have pimped his own mother in order to get the next fix? Wasn't that why he was so angry?
"That lot on the corner of Second Avenue and Forty-sixth Street was never yours," Eddie said. "Not your father's, or his father's, all the way back to Stefan Toren. You were only custodians, the same way I'm custodian of the gun I wear."
"I deny that!"
"Do you?" Aaron asked. "How strange. I've heard you speak of that piece of land in almost those exact words - "