The Shadow Killer

CHAPTER SIX

The Winstons’ graceful tribute to the stepfather who raised them to be proud and loving men ends. It’s my turn now, but I can’t move. Through my earphones, I hear dead air-fatal for talk radio. Nova takes over. Her voice is shaky, but she’s in charge. “The cops are on their way,” she says. “Henry Burgh’s on line one. Can you handle him?”

I nod, take a deep breath, dig deep for my cool voice and flip on my microphone. My hands are trembling, but my imitation of the unflappable Charlie D is convincing.

“Hey, Henry, this is a big night for us. You’re a first-time caller and our show’s first billionaire. Thanks for joining the party.”

Henry’s bass rumbles with authority, but he’s in high spirits.

“I wanted to thank Britney for her good wishes. Misty’s right here with me, and she appreciates Britney’s kindness too. People of my generation are often too quick to dismiss young people. They have a great deal to offer.”

“Agreed,” I say. “You’ve obviously discovered that Misty has a great deal to offer.”

Provoking a billionaire is never a sharp move, but Henry takes my comments in stride.

“Misty is a woman of infinite variety. But enumerating my bride-to-be’s many charms would just get me into a pissing match with my son. I’ve always been able to out-piss Evan.” He chuckles. “Besides, Misty is attempting to teach me to turn the other cheek.”

I find myself liking Henry.

“So how’s that working out for you?”

His laugh rumbles.

“Let’s just say it’s not easy to teach an old dog new tricks.”

I turn to share the moment with Nova. What I see makes me reach for the aspirin. The control room is filling with cops. This baffles me. The danger is out there, not in here.

Through the talkback, Nova’s voice is tense, but she’s in control.

“We’re going to another tune. Ask Henry Burgh to stay on the line. If we’re going to lure loser1121, we’re going to have to bait the hook.”

“And Henry will keep the focus where we need it to be-on fathers and sons.”

“We can’t afford to blow this, Charlie. Do whatever’s necessary to keep Henry onside.”

I flip my mike back on.

“Henry, I apologize, we’re having some technical difficulties.”

“I assumed as much,” he says. “Over the years, I’ve hung up on many people, but no one ever hangs up on me.”

“Being a billionaire has its advantages,” I say. “Unfortunately, money can’t straighten out whatever’s playing havoc with our phone lines. We’re going to stay with music till we fix the problem. Will you stick around?”

“Of course,” he says. “At eighty-three, adventures don’t come every day. And Misty’s always up for adventures, aren’t you, my love?” In the background a woman laughs softly.

I smile to myself. Henry’s marriage to Misty de Vol may not be a love match, but Misty knows how to give a man his money’s worth. I lean into my microphone.

“Hey, it appears that gremlins are scrambling our phone lines tonight, so please hold your calls. As our tech works at unscrambling, let’s have a listen to Lenny Kravitz singing Elton John’s rocking ‘Like Father Like Son.’”

I stretch to get the kinks out, but it’s not my night to un-kink. Nova’s on the talkback.

“You’re fired, Charlie. Check your inbox. Evan Burgh sent a blistering email. He didn’t take kindly to you cozying up to his dad.”

I shrug. “You know what they say. ‘Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose.’”

Nova’s laugh is thin.

“That’s the spirit. Okay, here’s the situation. One of the officers in here with me is a psychologist. She thinks loser1121’s hatred for his father has been building for a long time. In her opinion, creating the plan was a safety valve for 1121.”

“But now the plan doesn’t bring the same old thrill,” I say.

“No, the police shrink is convinced that 1121 is ready to act. Her colleagues on the force agree that there’s no way the authorities can find this kid. He could be anywhere. The initials he’s written on the blueprint are useless. So is his email address. Anonymous.org is one of those temporary web-based addresses that don’t require registration. You’re going to have to get him to call in.”

“I’ll bet Henry Burgh has a few ideas on the relationship between fathers and sons. I’ll see if I can get him to provoke a response from loser1121.”

I flip on my mike.

“And we’re back. Our first-time caller, Henry Burgh, has been kind enough to stick around. So, Henry, earlier on the show I referenced an ancient sage who said that most sons are worse than their fathers. Any thoughts?”

Henry doesn’t hesitate.

“I agree,” he says flatly. “It doesn’t start out that way. Most of us start out like Aldo. We have big dreams for our sons. They’re the center of our existence. Then expectations on both sides aren’t met. One day a father wakes up and realizes that his son is never going to be the man he dreamed he would be. One day the son wakes up and sees the disappointment in his father’s eyes when he looks at him. They both cut their losses. They start avoiding one another. Why put yourself through that pain- on either side? Then the son grows up and does everything he can to spite his father.”

I think of my father waiting in a coffee shop for me to finish tonight’s show so we can get together and slap a Hallmark ending on thirty-three years of indifference and neglect.

“Is it always the son who’s at fault?” I ask, and my mind is no longer on 1121.

“Does it matter?” Henry says. “The day a father realizes that his son will never be the man he is, the damage is done. It’s a Humpty Dumpty thing-once a hope is shattered, it can never be put back together again.”

“What about the son’s hopes?”

“That would be the son’s problem, wouldn’t it?” Henry says. The warmth has gone from his voice. For the first time that night, he sounds a lot like Evan. Maybe Lenny Kravitz had it right. Genes will tell. No matter what a boy does, he’s destined to end up like his father.

It’s a depressing thought, but I don’t have much time to ponder. Nova calls on the talkback. Loser1121 is on line two. I thank Henry, cut him off and open line two.