He parked the Buick around the side of the house, in its customary place, turned off the ignition ... and then a soft grayness came over his vision. When it drew back, he felt strange and frightened. Was something wrong with him, then? Something physical?
No - he was just under strain, he decided1.
He heard something - or thought he did - and looked around quickly.
Nothing there. Get hold of your nerves, he told himself shakily. That's really all you have to do -just get hold of your motherfucking nerves.
And then he thought: I did have a gun. That day. But it was unloaded. I told them that, later. Amy believed me. I don't know about Milner, but Amy did, and
Was it, Mort? Was it really unloaded?
He thought of the crack in the window-wall again, senseless silver lightning-bolt zig-zagging right up through the middle of things. That's how it happens, he thought. That's how it happens in a person's life.
Then he looked down at the Federal Express package again. This was what he should be thinking about, not Amy and Mr Ted2 Kiss-My-Ass from Shooter's Knob, Tennessee, but this.
The flap was already half-open - everyone was careless these days. He pulled it up and shook the magazine out into his lap. Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine, the logo said in bright red letters. Beneath that, in much smaller type, June, 1980. And below that, the names of some of the writers featured in the issue. Edward D. Hoch. Ruth Rendell. Ed McBain. Patricia Highsmith. Lawrence Block.
His name wasn't on the cover.
Well, of course not. He was scarcely known as a writer at all then, and certainly not as a writer of mystery stories; 'Sowing Season' had been a oner. His name would have meant nothing to regular readers of the magazine, so the editors would not have put it on. He turned the cover back.
There was no contents page beneath.
The contents page had been cut out.
He thumbed frantically3 through the magazine, dropping it once and then picking it up with a little cry. He didn't find the excision4 the first time, but on the second pass, he realized that pages 83 to 97 were gone.
'You cut it out!' he screamed. He screamed so loudly that his eyeballs bulged5 from their sockets6. He began to bring his fists down on the steering7 wheel of the Buick, again and again and again. The horn burped and blared. 'You cut it out, you son of a bitch! How did you do that? You cut it out! You cut it out! You cut it out!'
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