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So I added, “You aren’t that great of an actor.”
Not even a courtesy chuckle. “I sent you away,” Jack said. “In no uncertain terms.”
I nodded. “Yeah. But then I checked the security footage.”
“Go home,” Jack said, moving his eyes back to the stalker. “This is not about you.”
“Well. It kind of is now.”
The gunman was looking panicked now. Never good.
His hands were shaking so bad, I could see the gun vibrating. He’d lowered his aim—forgetting about the pistol for a minute, it seemed—and he was looking back and forth between me and Jack. “This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.”
He sounded disappointed.
I tried to think back over my hostage negotiations protocols. I was a little rusty. Establish a relationship came to mind, and so I said, “Hey, friend, can you tell me your name?”
No resistance at all. “Wilbur,” he said.
“Wilbur?” I asked. “The Wilbur?”
Wilbur wasn’t sure what to say.
“WilburHatesYou321?”
That made him smile—a little flattered to be recognized. “You know my handle?”
“You’re very memorable. Mostly because of the book.”
“What book?”
What else could we be talking about? “Charlotte’s Web.”
Wilbur just looked at me like I was bananas.
Okay. Enough bonding.
“Hey, Wilbur?” I said then, like I’d had a fun idea. “Can you give me the gun?”
“I wasn’t trying to shoot you,” Wilbur said.
“I know,” I said, making my voice like velvet. “It was an accident. I’m really fine.”
“Somebody’s gonna die up here,” he said next, “but it’s not supposed to be you.” Then he gestured between himself and Jack. “Jack and I already decided. When you rang the bell, I said, ‘Who’s going to die tonight? You or the lady?’ And he didn’t even hesitate. He volunteered to die in a heartbeat.” Wilbur gave a little shrug. “Isn’t that sweet?”
I nodded, like Very.
Time to get that gun.
Slowly, I took a took a step forward.
But as Wilbur saw what I was doing, he shook his head. “You can’t have it,” he said. “I need it.”
That’s when he took several steps backward—and as he did, I could see that he was limping. He angled himself toward the ledge of the roof, and he used his good leg to step up onto it.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I bet you think that guy’s pretty great,” Wilbur said to me then. “Everybody thinks he’s so great.”
