"Everywhere That Mary Went" - читать интересную книгу автора (Scottoline Lisa)

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He is seething.

His lips are moving, though I can’t hear what he’s shouting at me. He’s shaking, he’s so infuriated. His face, almost womanish in its softness, is twisted by rage.

We are alone, he and I. It’s dusk, and his office is empty and dim. The secretaries have gone home, as have the others. The room is cold; he keeps the thermostat low. He has to set an example, he says.

There are photos of him, with other men who set examples. Richard Nixon. Chief Justice William Rehnquist. Clarence Thomas. Beside the photos are bookshelves filled with books, lots of books, all about the law. Legal philosophy, legal writing, legal analysis. One book after another, in perfect order. And rows and rows of golden federal casebooks, their black volume numbers floating eerily in the half-light: 361, 362, and 363. He has an entire set all to himself. He is a man of importance, a legal scholar.

But he is so angry. Raging, quite nearly out of control. I’ve never seen him this angry. I’ve never seen anyone as angry as Judge Bitterman on the day I quit.

Why is he so mad? I did one article, that was all we agreed to, I say to him. I don’t have time to do another.

You used to have time! he shouts.

I don’t anymore. Things have changed.

It’s a young man, isn’t it?

I don’t answer him. It’s none of his business. I am in love, though, with Mike.

Miz DiNunzio, let me quote you one of the most profound legal thinkers there was. The law is a jealous mistress, and requires a long and constant courtship. It is not to be won by trifling favors but by lavish homage. The quotation is Professor Story’s, Miz DiNunzio, not mine. A jealous mistress. It means you can’t have it both ways. It’s your young man or the law. You have to choose.

I already have, I say to him.

That’s when it dawns on me, half in a dream and half out of it. I know why Bitter Man was so angry. His speech about the law being jealous was bullshit. He was hiding behind the law, using it as a smokescreen. I didn’t see through it then, but I do now. It was Bitter Man who was jealous, crazy jealous, of Mike. It’s almost inconceivable, but it makes sense.

I awake with a start.

Bitter Man is standing over me, stroking my hair with a peaceful smile. “Hello, Mary,” he says softly.

“Judge?”

“You are so precious to me, my dear.” His cheeks look like they’re about to burst with happiness, like an overfed baby.

I look around, panicky. My office door is closed. Everyone’s at the reception, three floors above.

His swollen underbelly presses against my chair. “I’ve cared for you ever since the first day you came to work for me. Do you remember?”

I’m too stunned to answer.

“We spent the whole year together, you and I. I watched you grow, watched you learn. I know I was hard on you at times, but it was for your own good. I was your mentor then, wasn’t I, Mary? I was the only one.” His voice is unnaturally high.

I nod mechanically. My gorge rises at his touch.

“I tried to forget about you for many years, after you left me, but I couldn’t. No other woman would do. Imagine how happy I was when a case of yours finally got assigned to me. I could barely wait until the day of oral argument. It was your first argument, wasn’t it, Mary? I could tell. I thought, She has so much more to learn, and there’s so much more I can teach her. She still needs me.”

Oh no. I won that motion, and Mike was there, watching me with his class. Mike.

“I got theHarbison’s case a year later almost to the day. As if fate had planned it. I scheduled argument just to see you before me, and you looked so professional in your dark blue suit. As soon as I entered the courtroom, you jumped up and smiled at me in the prettiest way. That’s when I knew you felt the same way I did. After all this time.”

Of course. I won that motion too. Then came the first note:CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR PARTNERSHIP, MARY. Bitter Man knew the win would help me make partner. Why didn’t I think of him? I squeeze my eyes shut.

“I was silly to make you sing. Forgive me, but I wanted to test your love. And the other day in Sam’s office, when I asked for your opinion, I was just giving you a chance to shine. But you seemed upset with me, so I sent you another note. I put it in Sam’s box after our noon meeting. Did you get my note, Mary? I was worried you wouldn’t get it.”

My heart is pounding. My chest is flushed with blood.

“A penny for your thoughts.” His hand reaches under my chin and he wrenches my face up to him. His eyes, almost engulfed by the flesh around them, look out of control.

Suddenly, the door to my office bursts open and Judy bounds in. “Mary, what happened?” she says. “I heard that Jameson-”

“Close the door!” Bitter Man shouts. He steps away from me and whips a silver revolver from his jacket, pointing it at Judy.

She looks wildly from me to him. “What the-”

“I said close the door! And lock it!”

Judy obeys quickly, staring at the gun in fear.

“Who is this woman, Mary?” Bitter Man’s hammy hands train the gun expertly at Judy’s chest. There’s a metallic click as he cocks the trigger.

My heart leaps up at the sound. “No!” I shout.

Bitter Man looks at me sharply, a silent reprimand.

I swallow hard. “Please don’t hurt her, Bill. She’s my best friend. My dearest friend. Please don’t.”

Judy nods emphatically, her eyes wide.

Bitter Man eases off the trigger. “Your best friend? Good. We’ll need her. She’ll be our witness.”

“Yes, that’s right,” I say evenly. “Now let her go, Bill. She has to go home now.”

“She can’t go, she’s the witness. For our wedding. I’m performing it tonight. Get up, Mary!”

“Wedding?”

“There’s no time to waste. I know the truth now. I have to get you away from the Jew. That blustering fool, he’s no lawyer. He’s nothing but a horse trader. So get up!”

I don’t move. I can’t.

“Get up, you whore!” He swings the gun crazily over to me.

I can barely breathe. The gun is two inches from my forehead. It’s a dull silver color, like a shark, and bigger than I thought. Bigger than Marv’s gun. The end of the barrel points directly at me, a lethal black circle.

“Get up!” His shout reverberates in the tiny office. Suddenly, he shoves the gun against my forehead.

I hear Judy gasp.

The cold metal digs into my skin. I feel paralyzed in my chair, terrified to move an inch. I will myself to speak. “Bill, please. Let’s talk-”

“There’s no time for talk.” He pushes the gun into my head.

My gut tightens. “I don’t understand. I need you to…teach me.”

“What?”

“I don’t understand you, your feelings.”

“My feelings?” he says, testy.

“Yes. About me.”

“We don’t have time for this, Mary. What about my feelings? Be precise!”

“Do you really love me? I’m not-”

“Of course I love you, of course I do.” His head shakes slightly. The gun barrel jiggles against my forehead.

“I wasn’t sure, Bill. I didn’t know…how you felt. You never told me.”

“Well, I do love you. I love you more than any of them.”

“But how can I trust your love, when you-”

“Trust my love!” he roars. “Trust my love! I’ve risked everything for you. It’s all been for you. All of it!”

I catch my breath. I can hear the blood throbbing in my ears. “What have you done for me, Bill?”

“I killed him! Your husband, the schoolteacher. He took you away from me, away from the law. He brought those brats into my courtroom. So ignorant. Theyclapped, by God. Inmy courtroom!”

My heart stops. Mike. I hear myself moan.

“He didn’t deserve you, Mary. He couldn’t offer you what I can. He taught spelling, for God’s sake, to small children. He knew nothing about the law. Nothing!”

“Did you kill my secretary, Bill?” I can barely utter the words.

“He had his arm around you. I thought he was your date from the night before. The one you had dinner with. The one who kissed you at your doorstep. He had no right!”

I close my eyes. Brent. A mistake. “So you followed me in the car. And called me.”

“I had to.”

“Why? Why did you have to?”

“To be near you. And to check up on you, I admit it. I had to make sure you were working hard, applying yourself. You get distracted by men, Mary, we both know this. I couldn’t let it happen again. You have a brilliant career ahead of you. I’ll teach you everything I know. You’ll write, publish. You’re going to be one of the best!”

The gun barrel bores into my temple.

“Now do you see how much I care for you? Now do you understand?”

The office is dead quiet. Judy is frozen in front of the door, her eyes full of horror.

“I see now…that you’ve done a lot for me, Bill. But if you really love me, you’ll give me the gun. That will prove you really love me.”

“I’m not stupid, Mary,” he says coldly.

“But how can I believe you love me when you’re threatening to kill me? It’s not…logical, Bill. It doesn’t stand to reason. You taught me that, how important it was to test-”

“Why is it so hot in here? Why?” Bitter Man looks angrily around the room. “They keep it too hot!”

The gun moves on my head. I try to squeeze back my fear. “As soon as you give me the gun, we can be married. But I won’t go as your prisoner. I’ll go freely. As your wife.”

“No, no. This is all wrong.” Tears begin to gather in his eyes, but he shakes them off. “All wrong. I need the gun. I can’t give it to you.”

“I’ll be your wife, Bill. Finally and forever. Think of it.”

“It’s not going to work.” He starts to sob. “You wanthim now. You don’t want me anymore. You betrayed me.” He drills the gun into my forehead, shoving me backward with it.

I feel panic rising in my throat, almost choking me. “No, I didn’t, Bill. It wasn’t true, what Jameson said. I want you. I’ll work hard, I’ll make you proud of me. We’ll be the best, Bill. The two of us.”

Bitter Man starts to whisper furiously, incomprehensibly, to himself. Tears stream down his face. I look over at Judy, who looks terrified. The judge is a madman, and he’s falling apart like a demented Humpty Dumpty. “Bill, give me the gun. I want to be the best. I can’t do it without you. I need you!”

“Mary,” he says, crying. “Mary.” It’s the only understandable word he utters; the rest are whispered ravings. His eyes are so tear-filled he can’t see. He moves to wipe them on his sleeve and the gun drops away slightly from my temple.

It’s my only chance. And Judy’s.

I reach for the barrel and yank the gun away from him with all my might. It comes free in my hand.

Bitter Man looks at me in shock, then in fury. “Mary, what are you doing!” His eyes are like glittering slits.

“Get back! Get away from me!” I scream. I point the heavy gun at him and rise to my feet, weak-kneed. I hold the gun with two hands, like Marv said.

“I’ll get help!” Judy shouts. She opens the door and runs out. As fast as she is, two stairs at a time, it’ll take her just minutes to get to Avarice and back to Gluttony.

“Back up, Judge!”

“You can’t be serious,” he says, in a voice suddenly dark with malevolence. His tears have stopped completely, as have his mutterings.

“Get back!” I aim the gun higher, right at his eyes. “Now!”

He backs up against the bookcase, sneering at me.

“Stay there! I mean it!” I lock my arms out straight. The gun wobbles slightly as I grip its grooved wooden handle.

“You would never hurt me.”

“Stay back!” I try to hold the gun still. There’s engraving on its steel barrel.S amp;W.357MAGNUM. Jesus, it’s terrifying to have something like that in your hand. To hold something that packs so much power. It can kill in the blink of an eye.I could kill in the blink of an eye. The realization hits me with as much impact as any bullet. There are no witnesses. I could get away with murder.

“You couldn’t hurt me. You love me.”

“No. I love Mike.”

Bitter Man flinches. “The teacher? Forget him, he was dog shit. That’s why I killed him. He died like a dog, too. Road kill.” He laughs softly.

I can’t hear this. I look down the barrel of the gun. At the end is an orange sight. I line it up with the small American flag that is Bitter Man’s tie tack. My hand shakes slightly, but it’s easier to aim the gun than I thought.

“He was nothing. Insignificant. Weak. If you had seen his face-”

“Stop it!” I use the flag like a bull’s-eye. I focus on it and breathe deeply. Once, then again. An absolute calm comes over me. Bitter Man is three feet away, a large target. I have the weapon, I can use it. He killed two innocent men, men I loved. They didn’t deserve to die. He does, and I can kill him. All I have to do is pull the trigger. The ultimate in fucking back.

“He whimpered like-”

“Shut up!” I spit at him, in a voice I’ve never heard before. I have a split second before Judy gets back.

“Mary-”

“Shut up, I said! Shut up!” I look down the barrel at his expression of contempt and disgust. I ease the trigger just a fraction. The hammer, with its corrugated pad, falls back ever so slightly. There’s the loud, metallic click I heard before as the chamber rotates a millimeter. It’s all very mechanical. A very handsome killing machine, precision engineered in the United States of America. If I pull the trigger a fraction of an inch more, Messrs. Smith and Wesson will kill Bitter Man for me. I don’t even have to do it myself.

I raise the gun and get the flag in my sight. And then my hand isn’t shaking anymore.

“Give me one good reason,” I say to him.