The Stone Killer Page #5

-I got something you can use, man.

-Be right there.

Got a lead on Langley.

Mathews.

He'll come.

You know the Sunflower?

Paul's got a gig over there, a recording.

Said your boy was in about an hour ago.

Got himself a big bike.

Says he's gonna head out over the ridge

to the Mojave tonight.

Says he's gonna touch base there.

You sure keep lousy company, man.

-Hey, l filled your plate for you.

-That's cool.

Say, Torrey,

l still don't want to marry your sister.

That breaks me up.

You ought to see the slob she did marry.

You catch the side exit. l'll go in this way.

l don't think that middle section works.

l told you, when you're coming

off the change, l want...

And l think that...

Hey, you. Get out of there.

Les, Les, Les.

Please, don't shout. My head is hurting.

l don't know where he went.

He took off after Langley.

-Well, you better find him.

-You didn't answer my question, Les.

lf l take a cab back, do l pay for it

or does the department pay for it?

Jesus.

-Langley dead?

-On arrival.

lt was an accident, Les.

You better make it read that way.

Well, what would you call it?

Witnesses say you used the car on him.

How are we on the effects

of Gustave Lipper?

l'm doing them now.

-Now?

-Everything waits in line.

Well, what have you come up with so far?

Bus ticket.

His shoes and clothing

have particles of desert sand.

Okay. What have you got?

Lipper had no cards or documents,

but he was well dressed

and had $210 on him.

His hands were hard, but he had no calluses.

So l guess he wasn't

doing any manual labour.

The lab found traces of gun oil

under his fingernails,

and a paraffin test showed

that he'd fired a weapon recently.

When the lab went over his clothes,

they came up with two things,

sand, scraped from his shoes, desert sand,

and a bus ticket

bought in the town of Manix.

Manix is on Route 1 2.

Desert road.

So Lipper was once in a town called Manix.

Last night, Langley told Paul Long

he was going to touch base somewhere

in the desert.

So, we check out the town.

l already had the state police do that.

Nobody in the area

ever heard of a Wexton or a Lipper.

Lou, we've been up this road before.

lt's the desert, Les,

but not around Manix.

They might use the town to buy supplies,

catch a bus, something like that.

lt's too tightly planned. lt's just too careful.

They'd want a place

far enough away not to be traced,

but close enough to drive to.

How close? How far?

50, 80 miles.

That's Mojave Desert

you're talking about, mister.

50, 80 miles is damn near anywhere.

-ls it all ready?

-Yes, sir.

Now, you see, the cage floor,

that's an exact duplicate

of the elevator floor.

The men are blindfolded

so they can get used to working in the dark.

However, there'll be some light

on the actual day.

Now, we timed the elevator exactly.

lt only descends to the garage level

when summoned.

From the moment when it comes to rest,

the men in the sump there,

they have 1 4 seconds

to hook up the body slings

and equipment bags, then the lift will rise.

Those bolt fittings underneath the cage,

they're the real thing?

Fixed there three months ago

and checked yesterday.

You see, all elevators have

regular inspection and maintenance.

We placed our men earlier this year.

Les.

There is one possibility.

lt's thin.

Trying to sell me or talk me out of it?

Well, we blow it, we catch it from the fan.

-Already, l'm getting that sick feeling.

-Jumper.

lf you've made a mistake, Daniels,

you'll go under with Torrey.

Thank you, sir.

Mr Champion, sir, the men are packing.

New York party will be ready to leave

at noon tomorrow. You coming, sir?

No, l'll stay and keep it neat here.

-The others got their orders?

-Yes, sir.

Chicago group are leaving late afternoon,

and Miami and New Orleans,

they'll be going in the evening.

Tell me, what are you in this for, Lawrence?

lt's my trade, sir.

-Pure soldier, right through.

-Yes, sir.

Thirty-year man.

l was 15 years old

when they hit Pearl Harbor.

l've been at it ever since. Korea, 'Nam...

l just put myself on the open market

like the rest of them.

-What's all this?

-Just check the contents and sign it.

You're being released.

Check the contents.

No, no. You got a face a virgin could trust.

What the hell's this bastard

doing out of his cage?

Bail, Lieutenant.

-Who the hell would put up bail for him?

-DA and public lawyer.

Seems he was mistreated

and held without proper procedure.

Choke on it, Mr Torrey.

Jumper left, Lou.

You sure you don't need a tail?

No, let him run free.

What if he runs in the wrong direction?

Les, you placed your bets.

Worrying doesn't win horse races.

There goes my pension.

Hey, thank you. Thanks.

-Be careful with that equipment now.

-Let's go. Let's move it.

Come on. Come on.

Yeah, the New York group leaves at 1 2:00.

-Everything all right?

-Well, sure, everything's all right.

The rest of us will be out of here

by 7:
00 tonight.

-See you then.

-Yeah.

-You sure no one followed you?

-No one.

All right. Come on out.

l'll tell the garage man

to rent you a vehicle, but, Jumper...

Yeah?

...if you see one car that you think is a tail,

just one,

you head out

and you go straight to Las Vegas, you hear?

-All right. Put the garage man on.

-Right.

Hey. Come here a sec.

-He wants you.

-Charlie, give him that VW.

Hey, where's that guy off to?

l don't know. Mr Lawrence told me

to rent him a car, that's all.

-Who's Mr Lawrence?

-He's got a place here in the mountains.

Comes in here for all his gas

and whatever repairs he might need.

He's a good customer.

-Where is this place?

-Well, l ain't never been there.

l mean, it's in the mountains somewhere.

All right, both of you,

listen to me real close, now.

l don't want him found.

Take the car to Baker,

leave it out on the highway,

but l don't want him found. Now, go on.

He borrowed a car and headed west.

Son of a b*tch. We blew it. Try south.

Hey, come here. Come here.

The bastard set me up.

They're at the old Wexton lndian house,

second turn out the main highway.

A guy named Lawrence

and a bunch of Army veterans.

They killed Lipper.

Something about a birthday party.

Good luck, soldier.

A good soldier doesn't need luck,

but it's a nice thought.

There you are.

Now, the day after tomorrow, the 10th,

all the council will meet in one room.

You guys, cover that entrance.

Hurry up. Let's go.

Let's go.

Up against the car.

Spread your feet. Back up.

You in the house, you're boxed in.

Come on.

Come out now. We don't want any blood.

Let's go. Everybody line it up. Come on.

Little order here. Let's go.

Operator, get me long distance.

You two cover me here.

l'm going up those stairs.

You cover him.

l'm going in here.

Hello, long-distance operator?

l want New York City,

area code 21 2-581-41 73.

-Where the hell were you?

-l was out in back...

That's twice now, you son of a b*tch.

One of them was on the phone.

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