"Maxine?" The shock that swelled within Pitt did not come so much from the sudden disclosure as it did from the realization that he had committed a sad mistake.
"Throw a dime in the air at twenty paces and Max will make change," Raferty continued, nodding over Pitt's shoulder. "Let Mr.
Pitt know you're there, honey."
Two metallic clicking sounds answered Raferty, followed by a gentle thud.
"The cartridge striking the floor should tell you Max's old lever-action Winchester is loaded and cocked," said Raferty. "Any doubts?"
Pitt braced both feet squarely on the floor and flexed his hand under the Windbreaker jacket. "Nice try, Lee."
"Then see for yourself. But I warn you-no sudden moves."
Pitt gradually turned to face Maxine Raferty, whose kindly blue eyes were staring over the sights of a repeating rifle. The barrel was pointed, rock steady, at Pitt's head.
"Sorry, Mr. Pitt," she said sadly. "But Lee and I ain't of a mind to spend our few remaining years in jail."
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"Another murder on your hands won't save you," said Pitt. He tightened his leg muscles as he gauged the distance between himself and Maxine. It was five feet. "I brought my own witnesses."
"Did you see anybody, honey?" asked Lee.
Maxine shook her head. "He came up the road alone. I kept watch after he entered the house. No one followed him."
"I figured as much," Lee Raferty said, and sighed. "You've been playing a bluffing hand, Mr. Pitt. If you had any solid evidence against Maxine and me, you'd have brought the sheriff."
"Oh, but I did." Pitt smiled and appeared to relax. "He's sitting in a car about half a mile away, with two deputies hanging on our every word."
Raferty tensed. "Damn you, you're lying!"
"He taped a transmitter to my chest," Pitt said, his left hand loosening the top button of his shirt. "Right here, under my-"
Maxine had dipped the rifle no more than a fraction of an inch as Pitt launched himself sideways and pulled the trigger of the Colt automatic he held under the folds of his jacket.
The Winchester and the Colt seemed to explode at the same instant.
Al Giordino and Abe Steiger had arrived minutes before Pitt and taken up a prone position beneath a stand of blue-spruce trees.
Through field glasses Steiger observed Maxine hanging out the wash. "Any sign of the husband?" asked Giordino.
"Must be in the house." The glasses angled slightly in Steiger's hands. "Pitt is approaching her now."
"That Colt forty-five must stick out like a third arm."
"He's got his Windbreaker draped over it." Steiger bent a branch out of the way to clear his field of vision. "Pitt's going inside the house now."
"Time to move closer," said Giordino. He was in the act of raising up on his knees when Steiger's trunklike arm pinned him back down.
"Hold it! The old broad is hanging back to see if he was followed."
They stayed quiet and motionless for several minutes while Maxine walked around the yard, her eyes probing the surrounding trees. She took a final look up the road and lumbered around a corner of the house and out of Steiger's view.
"Give me time to make my way around back before you move on the front door," said Steiger.
Giordino nodded. "Watch out for bears."
Steiger threw him a tight grin and slipped off into a small ravine. He was still a good fifty yards short of his goal when he heard the shots.