Hannibal (Hannibal Lecter 3) - Page 93
“Affair,” Margot said, “I’ve got something for you a hell of a lot better than that. You know what we’re talking about.”
“Pretty much,” Barney said.
“But if you decided you didn’t want to do something, and later it happened anyway, do you understand you could never come back on me about it?” She tapped her palm with the farrier’s hammer, absently perhaps, watching him with her blue butcher’s eyes.
Barney had seen some countenances in his time and stayed alive by reading them. He saw she was telling the truth.
“I know that.”
“Same if we did something. I’ll be extremely generous one time, and one time only. But it would be enough. You want to know how much?”
“Margot, nothing’s gonna happen on my watch. Not while I’m taking his money to take care of him.”
“Why, Barney?”
Sitting on the bale, he shrugged his big shoulders. “Deal’s a deal.”
“You call that a deal? This is a deal,” Margot said. “Five million dollars, Barney. The same five Krendler’s supposed to get for selling out the FBI, if you want to know.”
“We’re talking about getting enough semen from Mason to get Judy pregnant.”
“We’re talking about something else too. You know if you take Mason’s jism from him and leave him alive, he’d get you, Barney. You couldn’t run far enough. You’d go to the fucking pigs.”
“I’d do what?”
“What is it, Barney, Semper Fi, like it says on your arm?”
“When I took his money I said I’d take care of him. While I work for him, I won’t do him any harm.”
“You don’t have to … do anything to him except the medical, after he’s dead. I can’t touch him there. Not one more time. You might have to help me with Cordell.”
“You kill Mason, you only get one batch,” Barney said.
“We get five cc’s, even a low-normal sperm count, put extenders in it, we could try five times with insemination, we could do it in vitro—Judy’s family’s real fertile.”
“Did you think about buying Cordell?”
“No. He’d never keep the deal. His word would be crap. Sooner or later he’d come back on me. He’d have to go.”
“You’ve thought about it a lot.”
“Yes. Barney, you have to control the nurse station. There’s tape backup on the monitors, there’s a record of every second. There’s live TV, but no videotape running. We—I put my hand down inside the shell of the respirator and immobilize his chest. Monitor shows the respirator still working. By the time his heart rate and blood pressure show a change, you rush in and he’s unconscious, you can try to revive him all you want. The only thing is, you don’t happen to notice me. I just press on his chest until he’s dead. You’ve worked enough autopsies, Barney. What do they look for when they suspect smothering?”
“Hemorrhages behind the eyelids.”
“Mason doesn’t have any eyelids.”
She had read up, and she was used to buying anything, anybody.
Barney looked her in the face but he fixed the hammer in his peripheral vision as he gave his answer: “No, Margot.”
“If I had let you fuck me would you do it?”
“No.”
“If I had fucked you would you do it?”
“No.”
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