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continued. “You couldn’t easily find it, but police dogs will.”
    “I get the picture.”
    “I knew you would. You aren’t stupid. That’s why we’ve bought ourselves so much insurance.”
    “What now? Make sense of this whole thing for me.”
    “Not yet. Right now you’re very emotional, Mitch. That’s not good. When you’re not in control of your emotions, you’re likely to make a mistake.”
    “I’m solid,” Mitch assured him, although his heart still stormed and his blood thundered in his ears.
    “You don’t have any room for a mistake, Mitch. Not one. So I want you to chill, like I said. When you’ve got your head straight, then we’ll discuss the situation. I’ll call you at six o’clock.”
    Though remaining on his knees, Mitch opened his eyes, checked his watch. “That’s over two and a half hours.”
    “You’re still in your work clothes. You’re dirty. Take a nice hot shower. You’ll feel better.”
    “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
    “Anyway, you’ll need to be more presentable. Shower, change, and then leave the house, go somewhere, anywhere. Just be sure your cell phone is fully charged.”
    “I’d rather wait here.”
    “That’s no good, Mitch. The house is filled with memories of Holly, everywhere you look. Your nerves will be rubbed raw. I need you to be less emotional.”
    “Yeah. All right.”
    “One more thing. I want you to listen to this….”
    Mitch thought they were going to twist a scream of pain from Holly again, to emphasize how powerless he was to protect her. He said, “Don’t.”
    Instead of Holly, he heard two taped voices, clear against a faint background hiss. The first voice was his own:
    “I’ve never seen a man murdered before.”
    “You don’t get used to it.”
    “I guess not.”
    “It’s worse when it’s a woman…a woman or a child.”
    The second voice belonged to Detective Taggart.
    The kidnapper said, “If you had spilled your guts to him, Mitch, Holly would be dead now.”
    In the dark smoky glass of the oven door, he saw the reflection of a face that seemed to be looking out at him from a window in Hell.
    “Taggart’s one of you.”
    “Maybe he is. Maybe not. You should just assume that everybody is one of us, Mitch. That’ll be safer for you, and a lot safer for Holly. Everybody is one of us.”
    They had built a box around him. Now they were putting on the lid.
    “Mitch, I don’t want to leave you on such a dark note. I want to put you at ease about something. I want you to know that we won’t touch her.”
    “You
hit
her.”
    “I’ll hit her again if she doesn’t do what she’s told. But we won’t
touch
her. We aren’t rapists, Mitch.”
    “Why would I believe you?”
    “Obviously, I’m handling you, Mitch. Manipulating, finessing. And obviously there is a lot of stuff I won’t tell you—”
    “You’re killers, but not rapists?”
    “The point is that everything I
have
told you has been true. You think back over our relationship, and you’ll see I’ve been truthful and I’ve kept my word.”
    Mitch wanted to kill him. Never before had he felt an urge to do serious violence to another human being, but he wanted to
destroy
this man.
    He was clutching the phone so fiercely that his hand ached. He was not able to relax his grip.
    “I’ve had a lot of experience working through surrogates, Mitch. You’re an instrument to me, a valuable tool, a sensitive machine.”
    “Machine.”
    “Hang with me a minute, okay? It makes no sense to abuse a valuable and sensitive machine. I wouldn’t buy a Ferrari and then never change the oil, never lubricate it.”
    “At least I’m a Ferrari.”
    “When I’m your handler, Mitch, you won’t be pressed beyond your limits. I would expect very high performance from a Ferrari, but I wouldn’t expect to be able to drive it through a brick wall.”
    “I feel like I’ve already been through a brick wall.”
    “You’re tougher than you think. But in the interest of