Mortal Fear (61 page)

Harper killed Erin, Drewe.

Thats ridiculous.

He set up a situation in which nothing else could happen.

What do you mean?

Do you know why my assistant and I came to your home?

To kill my sister.

No. Because I was lured by your husband.

He pretended to be a woman, right? To catch you.

Pretended to be a woman, yes, but not to catch me. Do you know what woman he pretended to be?

Does it matter?

You decide. He pretended to be Erin. He even sent me a picture of her. The one in which she offers a silver chalice to a shadowy figure in an arched doorway. Shes wearing a black gown. A highly provocative image.

Drewe turns and looks at me uneasily. Why would he do that?

He chose Erin because they shared a secret. A secret he thought powerful enough to draw me to her. A secret known only to them, and now only to him. Just as he planned.

New fear worms its way up through my chest.

What secret? asks Drewe.

Before I tell you, you must promise to remain on-line after you learn the truth. Wait until you have heard me out before you try to speak to your husband. Im telling you his secret for a reason, Drewe. Much more in your life is about to be clarified.

Get out, Harper! Drewe cries suddenly. Go!

Im not sure whether shes acting or not, but Im not about to leave.

He is with you?
Berkmann asks.

Hes gone now. What is this secret?

You promise to remain on-line?

Yes.

Harper is the father of your sisters child. Holly is her name, I believe?

Drewe doesnt respond.

Are you there, Drewe?

Thats crazy.

No. Already your skin is cold with fear. That instinctive fear proves the truth of my words.

No!

Picture Hollys face. I have seen that face. Shes paler than Erin was. Beautiful, yes, but her face is broader, her eyes not as large. She is bigger-boned. You know whose genes those are.

I dont believe you.

Never fight truth, Drewe. You must always embrace it, even if it burns.

Im not afraid of truth.

Good. Good. For this is a difficult one.

You havent given me any proof. Youre just trying to upset me. You want to get at Harper by hurting me.

Listen to me, Drewe. Two minutes from now you will hope never to see that pathetic liar again.

Im listening.

She turns to me again. There is fear in her eyes now. As
I signal her to press the space bar, she turns back to the screen and Berkmann goes on.

These word are your husbands. Listen and judge. She used her mouth for that, and her hands. She knew before I did where I was, you know? And when I started to finish, she didnt pull away. She just.... Afterward, she stood up and hugged me again. She didnt speak, but I saw she somehow knew her sister didnt complete that act in the way she just had....

I feel as though someone has caved in my stomach with a two-by-four. Lenz lied to me. He did tape our sessions, probably on the little Olympus recorder I saw later. And those tapes were part of the case materials Kali stole from his study the night she killed his wife.

I thought of Drewe then,
Berkmann recites,
but she seemed removed from all this, wholly apart from it. It was as if Erin and I were meeting in some place where Drewe didnt exist....

All I can see from where I am standing is the back of Drewes head, her damp hair falling over the white robe. She sits as motionless as if she were listening to a sermon. I pray she will think Berkmann is making all this up, but the rough blade of reality cuts through with every line. Consumed by impotent rage, I dial Miless cellular.

Are they going in yet?

SWATs not even here, man. Take it easy.

Take it easy! Hes tearing her up inside!

Im sorry. I know firsthand, remember? Help her through it. Shes got to keep him on. Unless you can do it.

I disconnect as Berkmann quotes me relentlessly:
Shed risen up and was mouthing Is that Drewe? while Drewe said something about a pulmonary embolism. I dont remember what I said to get off the phone, but I knew I had failed Drewe in a time of emotional crisis. What I do remember clearly is what Erin said the moment I hung up. She said, How are we going to tell her?

As Berkmann spoke, I circled to my left, trying to see Drewes face. I wish I hadnt. Tears are streaming down
her cheeks, dropping onto the bosom of the robe. Unable to endure any more, I move forward and lay a comforting hand on her shoulder.

She jerks away like I touched her with a cattle prod.

Are you there, Drewe?

Yes, she says in a cracked voice.

I HATE this motherfucker.

Can you tell where and when this happened?

Chicago.

Yes. But it had been building for a long time. Because Erin worshiped you, and you loved Harper, how could she not do the same? She was a confused girl. Harper exploited her misguided affections. He used them to seduce her, to debase her, sodomize her, because only by so doing could he express his self-hatred. Yes, self-hatred. You loved him out of navet. You did not see his fear. But in his pygmy soul he always knew he was unworthy of you, that you would one day learn his true character. He has dreaded that daytodayfor his entire life.

Why are you doing this? Drewe asks, her voice shaky. Telling me all this?

To free you.

What?

Youre on the verge of a great awakening, Drewe.

I dont understand.

But I do. I know you, Drewe. Better than you know yourself. You must be honest with me. Utterly without pretense.

Im always honest.

That statement is itself dishonest. You must strip away ALL pretense. Our time is limited.

Why is our time limited? You have to be somewhere?

There are... external concerns.

I feel a sudden shiver. Is Berkmann aware of the approaching SWAT team? Suddenly, the phone rings in my hand.

New York SWAT just pulled up! Miles says, his voice barely under control. Two vans. Were a block away from Berkmanns building. Baxters touching down on the roof of a bank south of here. NYPDs bringing him to the scene in an unmarked car.

How long till he gets there?

I dont know. Hows Drewe doing?

Its not pleasant.

Hang on just a little longer.

Berkmann seems to be feeling some time pressure, Miles. Maybe youd better warn those SWAT guys, just in case he knows something.

Okay. Lets keep the line open from now on.

Im here.

Ive had to develop a sort of shell lately, Drewe is saying, to deal with certain things in my life.

Just so,
says Berkmann.
But you can shed that as easily as a serpent sheds its skin. You will be reborn. Even now I am scratching away the husk. Tell me, why do you have no children, Drewe?

She doesnt answer at first. Then, We just havent had any yet.

Youre thirty-three years old. How can you suppress that urge? That silent cramping pulse that beats within your womb like a voice murmuring, Time is passing, Time is passing?

I feel that. But this is the real world. There are... external concerns, like you said.

Your husband.

Hes a factor.

Hes more than that. He is afraid to have children with you. He ducks the question, changes the subject, pleads that its too much responsibility, asks you to wait until things are more stable.

Yes.

When could things be more stable? You earn a living in your own right. Your husband is a miser, isnt he? Hoarding his gold like Midas?

I feel like a demon just breathed on the back of my neck. Was Berkmann in the tunnel that night after all?

Hiding in his office,
he goes on,
his sticky fingers glued to the keyboard, reading about other peoples sex lives over their shoulders, fawning over brainless starlets, masturbating for relief because he cant face himself squarely enough to have a real relationship with you. What kind of man lives like that?

Didnt he find you on EROS? Drewe asks pointedly.

Yes. But I was there for an altogether different reason.

Pineal glands?

Yes, but we must take things in order. First you must sever your husband from your life. From your being. Can you do that?

More easily than you know.

You deceive yourself. Its never that easy. That is why I must tell you the rest.

What are you talking about?

Your husband. Harper lured me to your home because Erin was trying to make him tell you the truth about Holly. Trying to save her marriage. But Harper couldnt bear the truth. Thats why he sent me Erins picture, why he made sure Erin would be alone in your house when my assistant and I arrived. He told Erin he was thinking of leaving you, that he wanted to be a father to Holly, that he needed desperately to make love with her again. Thats why she came when she did. I didnt come to kill her but to bring her back to share my life. But of course she knew nothing about that. When I arrived, she panicked. She stabbed my assistant, and my assistant killed her in self-defense. Despite my best efforts to save them, they both died. Harper got his wish.

Drewe is staring at me again, her tearful eyes wide with horror. I shake my head violently and mouth
LIES!
but she has been shaken beyond reassurance.

I didnt see any sign that you tried to save Erin, she says.

You saw the wound. It was mortal.

You could have called nine-one-one.

No. The civil authorities are Philistines. They would chain Prometheus to a rock for stealing fire.

What are you talking about?

As I speak, please remember one thing. There are no moral phenomena, only moral interpretations of phenomena. Forget the arbitrary rules you learned as a child. Listen with your will, with your unfettered spirit....

Berkmann begins telling the tale he told Erin days ago, but in a more condensed manner. If anything, the
story is more powerful for its brevity. Theres no denying the poetry of his language as he speaks of Rudolf and Richard and Catherinealways Catherineand Kali. Drewe interjects an occasional yes or mmm, but little else. As the minutes pass, I realize that Berkmanns words are disturbing me on some fundamental level. What can they be doing to Drewe?

Pressing the phone hard against my ear, I hear a flurry of voices from Miless end. Then Miles says, Harper!

Im here.

The SWAT teams are moving into position. Snipers on the rooftops, the whole deal. Everybody says tell you to keep Berkmann at his computer.

Hes still talking to Drewe. Tell them to get the lead out. I dont know how long she can take this.

SWATs on the phone with Baxter right now. Hes en route by car. Theyre going in as soon as he gets here.

Okay.

Berkmanns tale is accelerating. He weaves the central thread of his lifehis hemophiliainto a tale of almost mythic proportion. The illegal liver transplant that cost a life but healed his great wound sounds like part of a heroic quest. And through it all, his family looms like a mystical trinity, his mother a shining figure in the distance, his father walking beside him, his grandfather a shadow pursuing from behind.

Harper! Miles says in my ear.

Right here.

Baxter just got out of a car. Theyre escorting him like hes General MacArthur. Hang on.

I try to listen to the action through the phone while Berkmann begins speaking of what Drewe means to him. She listens as though nothing in his depraved history has shocked her in the slightest.

Goddamn it!
Miles yells in my ear.

What is it?

Baxters not letting me go in! The son of a bitch!

You didnt think he would, did you?

He used me, man! The only reason Im here is to make sure you keep Berkmann on-line.

So what! Tell me whats happening.

Shit. It looks like a movie location. They dont know where the computer is in the building, so theyre going to do both floors at once. The roof guys are going to crash through the windows on rappelling gear while guys on the ground blow the doors with plastique.

What about the hostages?

Baxter has paramedics standing Wait, here he comes.

Suddenly Daniel Baxters commanding voice comes through the phone. Cole? Baxter.

Tell me what to do.

I dont want another Dallas here. NYNEX shows computer data moving through one phone line at Berkmanns warehouse. It looks like hes on-line in there, but I dont want him making an ass out of me and shooting cops from the windows. I want to hear you tell me Edward Berkmann is on-line right this second.