Out of Sight

"Four were shot down outside the fence in a hail of gunfire." All doing twenty five to life for murder. Your pal Chino, it says he hacked a guy to death with a machete."

"He was in a bind," Foley said, "owed a lot of money and got forced into throwing a fight. Only he didn't go down in the fourth, when he's suppose to-couldn't bring himself to do it, fighting this white kid-and waited till the sixth. Not only the guy wouldn't pay him, the promoter, Chino says the dive fucked up his chance of ever going for the title. A few years later he's done. So he got a machete, went to the Fifth Street Gym, Miami Beach, and used it on the promoter."

Buddy said, "Linares…"

"That's Lulu."

"Yeah. It says he had an argument with his roommate over a bag of marijuana and shot him nine times in the head with a MAC-10. Jesus."

"While the guy was sleeping," Foley said.

"I think there was more to it than the grass. Like jealousy. Chino says Lulu was straight before he met him, but I don't believe it. He was too good at being a girl."

"It says they're concentrating the search for him and Chirino in Miami's Little Havana."

"Where're they looking for me?"

"I haven't come to you."

Foley put on his sunglasses. He moved to the concrete railing to look out at the ocean and the beach and, directly below, the building's patio and pool area, seven floors down, everything pink and white.

"They mention Pupko? That's the guard gave me his shirt."

Buddy looked up from the paper.

"I thought you read this."

"I skimmed it. The diagram of where they tunneled out from the chapel's pretty accurate."

"Here it is, Pupko. Says he was overpowered by the escapees.

"Suspicious when he saw them going in the chapel, Pupko confronted the inmates…" Wanted to know why they weren't in their dorm for the evening count.

"While he was held immobile Pupko was struck repeatedly by inmate John Michael Foley'-there you are-'using a two-by-four from the construction site. Foley later made his escape in Pupko's uniform." It says you were doing thirty for armed robbery."

"I wasn't armed that time. I didn't hit the guard repeatedly, either. One swing, he went down. Chino reads that, he's gonna get the wrong idea."

"FBI, sheriff's office, Florida Department of Law Enforcement are all out looking for you, but it doesn't say where.

They think you may 'flee the country."

" "I've had to run like hell a few times," Foley said, "but I don't think I've done any fleeing. You ever flee?"

"Yeah, I read one time I fled the scene of a robbery. I don't see anything about Glenn."

Foley waited, watching him now.

"They found the girl's Chevy, at the Holiday Inn on Southern, right where we left it. Nothing about the car we picked up there.

It says the Chevrolet was taken from the GCI parking lot…"

"Nothing about Karen?"

"I'm coming to it. The car, property of the U.S. Marshals Service..

." Here.

"Deputy Marshal Karen Sisco had driven from her office in West Palm Beach to GCI to serve a Summons and Complaint filed by one of the inmates." It doesn't say anything about… No, here it is.

"Authorities believe Foley used the car in his escape and left it at the Holiday Inn."

" "Where he took a hot shower and went to bed," Foley said.

"Why don't they know we took her with us? Maybe they do, but for some reason they're not saying."

"There's nothing about me," Buddy said.

"No mention of aiding in the escape. How come? I mean if she got away the cops'd know about me, right?"

"She got away from us, yeah."

But what happened after she drove off with Glenn?

He had thought about her last night, trying to fall asleep on the hard sofa, and had thought about her all day. Now he was thinking about her again, looking out at the ocean.

Buddy said, "It's pretty here, isn't it? If you like looking at views.

I don't think you should go out anymore. I mean for a couple of weeks, anyway. You got the need to do a bank out of your system. Fell off your horse and got right back on. I was thinking we could hire a boat to take us to the Bahamas for a while. Get one right at the Haulover docks, a fishing boat. Pay the skipper the going rate. How's that sound to you?"

"I'd like to know where Glenn is," Foley said, "and what happened to Karen."

"I imagine somewhere along the line he threw her out of the car and kept going. It's what I would've done."

"You don't think she took him in?"

"How would she do that?"

"It's her business. Has Glenn ever been here?"

"I never told him where I live or gave him my phone number."

"How about Adele?"

"She has my number, yeah, but never called me on her phone."

"If they have Glenn, once he starts talking he'll never stop.

He'll give Adele up in a minute."

Buddy said, "As soon as they check you out they'll see you were married and divorced. They get Adele's name, either one, her date of birth, they've got her. That's a given. I even told her, if Foley makes it they'll be around to see you. She said, "What do I know?" You can put your money on Adele."