Mary Mary by James Patterson & Abel Debritto & Merce Diago

Author:James Patterson & Abel Debritto & Merce Diago [Patterson, James & Debritto, Abel & Diago, Merce]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: bestseller
ISBN: 9788466642316
Publisher: Ediciones B
Published: 2005-01-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 57

THEY DIDN'T TALK MUCH in the car, so he knew how big a mistake he'd made, and now he wondered if he'd made other mistakes along the way. Maybe important ones that would get him caught. Like way back in New York City. The movie-theater shootings.

He finally spoke. "I've been under a lot of stress lately, you know."

She muttered, "Sure. I hear you."

Man, she was making him paranoid, and a little nuts, actually. They'd been friends for a long time, though. "So how old is the kid now?"

"Uhmmm, four and a half. He's great. Stefan."

She was really scaring him. Now what? What the hell should he do? This wasn't a "Mary Smith" scene. Tracey wasn't even in his story. This was bad news.

Suddenly he pulled his rented Volvo over to the side of the road. Now what?

"What's the matter?" she asked. "What?"

"You'd better get out right here, Trace. I'm not kidding you. Get out! Walk the rest of the way!"

"Walk? Are you crazy. What are you talking about?"

"Get out of the car! Right now. Get out before I throw you out!"

That got her moving. She threw open the passenger's door and stumbled outside, cursing him like a truck driver. It was cold out there, and she had both arms wrapped around her. Then she started to cry. "You're crazy. You know that? I thought we were friends."

She started to run away on the dark residential side street somewhere between the Marriott and her hotel.

The Storyteller got out of the car and found himself following close behind. "Tracey, wait! Hey. Tracey."

He caught up to her easily. "Hey, hey. I'm sorry for scaring you, baby. I'm really sorry. Hey, you okay?" And then he shot her in the throat, and once she was down on the sidewalk, he shot her again in the head.

And this time it wasn't good, didn't feel good at all.

This time it felt kind of bad, scared the hell out of him.

Because the story was taking over, the story was writing itself, and the story didn't seem to care who got hurt.

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