'That's insane!'
Randolph might not have heard.'He also tried to kill Selectman Rennie by withholding vital medication. Luckily, Big Jim had the foresight to conceal a couple of officers nearby." He shook his head. 'Threatening to withhold lifesaving medication from a man who's made himself sick caring for this town. That's your good guy; that's your goddam good guy.'
She was in trouble here, and knew it. She left before she could make it worse. The five hours before the meeting at the Congo parsonage stretched long before her. She could think of nowhere to go, nothing to do.
Then she did.
CHAPTER 24
11
Rusty's hand was far from fine. Even Barbie could see that, and there were three empty cells between them. 'Rusty - anything I can dp?'
Rusty managed a smile.'Not unless you've got a couple of aspirin you can toss me. Darvocet would be even better.'
'Fresh out. They didn't give you anything?'
'No, but the pain's down a bit. I'll survive.'This talk was a good deal braver than he actually felt; the pain was very bad, and he was about to make it worse.'I've got to do something about these fingers, though.'
'pood luck.'
For a wonder, none of the fingers was broken, although a bone in his' hand was. It was a metacarpal, the fifth. The only thing he could do about that was tear strips from his tee-shirt and use them as a splint. But first...
He grasped his left index finger, which was dislocated at the proximal interphalangeal joint. In the movies, this stuff always happened fast. Fast was dramatic. Unfortunately, fast could make things worse insteajd of better. He applied slow, steady, increasing pressure. The pain was gruesome; he felt it all the way up to the hinges of his jaw. He could hear the finger creaking like the hinge of a door that hasn't been opened in a long time. Somewhere, both close by and in another country, he glimpsed Barbie standing at the door of his cell and watching.
Then, suddenly, the finger was magically straight again and the pain was less. In that one, anyway. He sat down on the bunk, gasping like a man who has just run a race.
'Done?' Barbie asked.
'Not quite. I also have to fix my f**k-you finger. I may need it.'
Rusty grasped his second finger and began again. And again, just when it seemed the pain could get no worse, the dislocated joint slipped back into place. Now there was just the matter of his pinkie, which was sticking out as if he meant to make a toast.
And I would if I could, he thought. 'To the most f**ked-up day in history.' In the history of Eric Everett, at least.
He began to wrap the finger. This also hurt, and for this there was no quick fix.
'What'd you do?' Barbie asked, then snapped his fingers twice, sharply. He pointed at the ceiling, then cupped one hand to his ear. Did he actually know the Coop was bugged, or only suspect it? Rusty decided it didn't matter. It would be best to behave as if it were, although it was hard to believe anyone in this fumble-bunch had thought of it yet.
'Made the mistake of trying to get Big Jim to step down,' Rusty said. 'I have no doubt they'll add a dozen or so other charges, but basically I got jailed for telling him to quit pushing so hard or he'd have a heart attack.'
This, of course, ignored the Coggins stuff, but Rusty thought that might be just as well for his continued good health.
'How's the food in here?'
'Not bad,' Barbie said. 'Rose brought me lunch. You want to watch out for the water, though. It can be a trifle salty.'
He forked the first two fingers of his right hand, pointed them at his eyes, then pointed at his own mouth: watch.
Rusty nodded.
Tomorrow night, Barbie mouthed.
I know, Rusty mouthed back. Making the exaggerated syllables caused his lips to crack open and start bleeding again.
Barbie mouthed We... need... a... safe... place.
Thanks to Joe McClatchey and his friends, Rusty thought he had that part covered.
12
Andy Sanders had a seizure.
It was inevitable, really; he was unused to glass and he'd been smoking a lot of it. He was in the WCIK studio, listening to the Our Daily Bread symphony soar through 'How Great Thou Art' and conducting along with it. He saw himself flying down eternal violin strings.