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“No, gotta go. I’m on the catch team. There’s motocross leathers in there. Not really leather, though, some kind of bulletproof fabric. They were my brother’s. Should fit you. If they’re snug, that’s good, they’ll hold your bones in place.”
Mike was suddenly wide-awake. It was the “hold your bones in place” line that did the trick.
“There’s plates over the spine, elbows, forearms, knees. All should fit under your coveralls without showing. I also threw in a kayaker’s
helmet—”
“No,” said Mike.
“Look, I’m just trying to keep you from getting too mashed up.”
“I’m not wearing a helmet.”
“You wear a hard hat on the bridge, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but.”
“Fine, wear that.”
“I will.”
“Okay, there’s also a five-pound paper bag of sand in the satchel. You want to throw that in right before you jump. I mean, right before you jump. You’re basically going to jump into the hole that the bag makes in the surface of the water.”
“How do I get a five-pound bag out onto the bridge unnoticed?”
“Do you ever bring your lunch?”
“Well yeah, but—”
“You aren’t going to need your lunch today. Take the sand instead. If everything goes right, you’ll just knock yourself out and drown.”
“You’re kind of being mean to me, considering . . .” He realized then that she hadn’t looked him in the eye once since she’d shown up. Now she did.
“I’m just trying to get through this, okay, Mike? I can’t get my head around what you’re doing for us, and it’s easier if I think of you as some random insane guy.”
“Sure, I get that.”
“Sorry. I’m sometimes overly stern with the mentally ill. I’ll work on that.”
“Uh, thanks?”
She held her arms out stiffly, offering a hug above the gear bag at their feet. Mike leaned over and shared an awkward, only-collar-bones-touching-back-patting hug with her.
“Okay. Good talk,” Jane said, pushing away. “You have the number.”
“Yes,” Mike said.
“So, unless something different happens with the weather, I’ll see you at nine?”
“Nine,” Mike said.
“Thanks,” she said. “Really.” Then she quickstepped away down the hallway like she was trying to get through a haunted graveyard as fast as possible without actually running.
They had rented a twenty-four-foot Boston Whaler from the marina by the ballpark. Rivera was to have been their pilot, but they’d agreed to call him off when they got news of Cavuto’s murder. Jane stood at the center console, steering. Minty Fresh stood to her side, holding the stainless rail on the console, towering over her. On the deck behind Jane, Audrey sat in the lotus position, apparently in some kind of trance, although she could move and react when they needed her to. Her head bobbed as the boat bounced over a light chop in the bay. Charlie, in his wizard robe and a dog’s life jacket that had come with the boat, was at the stern, wedged between the bait box and a large waterproof suitcase that Minty Fresh had brought on board.
“So, a green wet suit?” said Jane. “Bold choice.”
“I wanted it in a sea foam,” said the Mint One, who was already wearing his fins. “But the guy who was making it could only get neoprene in forest green.”
