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The Target(88)



Earl slowly opened his eyes. He had been dreaming about the female doctor. It had been a damn fine dream. She had been naked and tied up and he was about to—

“What?” He blinked and slowly rolled over on his back to stare up into the face of the same male nurse he’d talked to before. “What is it? Time for my meds?”

He looked at the big clock on the wall. He’d only been asleep an hour. It wasn’t time for his medication. The rain was still falling outside and the wind made the old prison shudder under its assault.

Earl grimaced. “What’d you wake me up for? Ain’t time for my meds, boy, not by a long shot.” He was upset that his dream had been interrupted. He started to close his eyes once more.

The nurse shook him once more. “It’s not about your meds, Earl. You got a visitor. Well, visitors.”

Earl blinked more rapidly. “Visitors? It’s nighttime, boy. Ain’t no visitors allowed after dark. You know that.”

“Well, they’re here.”

“Who is?”

The nurse pointed to his left. “Them.”

Earl looked over, and when he saw them his heart almost stopped.

Jessica Reel and Will Robie stood there, their hair slicked down and their clothes dripping from the inclement weather they had just come through.

Earl sat up so fast one of his IV lines became tangled in his bedsheets.

The nurse disentangled it and stepped back. He looked at the expression on Earl’s features and then at the one on Reel’s and he said quickly, “I’ll…I’ll just let you folks visit, then.”

He turned and hurried off.

Reel stepped forward, with Robie right behind her.

“Sally?” said Earl. He attempted a grin, but it failed about halfway to his mouth. “What you be doing here, girl?”

“Just coming to say goodbye, Earl.”

“Hell, you already done that. Not that I ain’t glad to see you again.”

Reel ignored this as she stepped closer. “And I have something to show you too.” She slipped from her pocket a picture and held it out to him. “I think you’ll recognize him even if he looks a little pale.”

Earl put out a shaky hand and took the photo from her. When he gazed down at the picture he immediately gasped.

“Albert, I think, is his name,” said Reel. “He’s dead, of course, but you should still be able to tell it’s him.”

“How did he die?” said Earl in a croaky voice.

“Oh, I guess I forgot to mention that. I killed him. Broke his neck. For such a big guy he went fast. Which was good for me. I had other pretend-Nazis to deal with.”

Gaping, Earl looked up at her, his eyes wide. “You done killed him? Him!”

“I don’t think I ever told you what I do now, Earl. On behalf of the American people I take scum like Albert and make sure they never hurt anyone ever again. Like this bastard.”

She pulled another picture from her jacket and dropped it on Earl’s belly. He took it with a trembling hand, his face the color of ash.

“This is one of your buddies too. Leon Dikes. I knew him a long time ago. We recently got together. At his insistence. Apparently he was hanging around the prison and coincidentally saw me when I came to visit you. Talk about a small world.”

Earl looked up into her face. “Did you kill him too?”’

Reel made a rough oval with her hands and then ripped them apart. “Highly effective move. Death is instant. Before he died Leon sent his regards and told you he was sorry your plan didn’t work.”

Earl dropped the photo like it was a snake about to bite him. “Ain’t know what you talkin’ ’bout.”

“Sure you do, Earl. Don’t back away from the credit for all this now. It really was very clever, and I don’t give compliments easily, I can assure you.”

“You making no sense. Now, you got nothing else, I’m going back to sleep.”

“Well, I think your nap will have to wait.”

“Why’s that?” snapped Earl, his confidence returning. “You got nothing or else you woulda done brought the cops with you. What they gonna do to me anyway? Arrest me? Put me in jail? Shit!” He laughed until he choked.

“No, no police. No new charges. The old ones will suffice.”

“So like I said, get your ass gone. I need my rest.”

“But you’re doing great. A lot healthier than you were.”

He sat up straighter. “What the hell you talking ’bout? I got terminal cancer. I ain’t getting better.”

“Yeah, but there’s more to it than that.”

She pointed to her right. Earl looked that way and saw the female prison doctor striding toward them.