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"Oh good, look, we can phone him up later."
I looked out the window no movement. I picked up the trash bag, grabbed
Kelly's hand, then realized that to reach the front door I'd have to come
out of the kitchen and into the hallway.
"Just sit there a second," I said.  "I've got to do something."
I had a quick look to make sure the doors were closed. I thought again
about fingerprints, but if I'd missed a set, there was nothing I could do
about it now. My only thought was to get out of the area and keep Kelly away
from the cops until I'd sorted things out.
I went back and got her and checked the front of the house again for
movement. She seemed to be finding it hard to walk.
I had to grip Kev's coat by the collar, half-dragging her toward the
car.
I put her in the front passenger seat and smiled.
"There you go; that's nice and warm. Better look after your dad's coat
for him. Keep it nice for when you see him."
Then I threw the trash bag in the back, settled into the driver's seat,
put my seat belt on, and turned on the ignition.
We drove off at a really sensible pace, nothing outrageous, nothing
likely to be noticed.
We'd gone only a few hundred yards when I thought of something; I
looked across at her and said, "Kelly, put your seat belt on. Do you know
how to do that?"
She didn't move, didn't even look at me. I had to do it for her.
I tried to make small talk.
"It's a nice day today, isn't it? Yep, you'll stay with me a while;
we'll get everything sorted out."
Silence.
My mind switched back to the matter in hand. What was I going to do?
Whatever I decided, I knew it was no good where we were at the moment. We
needed to lose ourselves in a crowd. I headed for Tyson's Corner.
I turned to Kelly and smiled, trying to be the happy-go-lucky Uncle
Nick, but it just wasn't happening. She was staring anxiously out the window
as if she was being wrenched away from all her familiar landmarks and seeing
them for the last time.
"It's OK, Kelly." I tried to stroke her hair.
She jerked her head away.
Fuck it, just let her get on with it; with luck I'd be able to drop her
off somewhere before too long.
I turned my thoughts to Kev. He'd said he had a bit of a problem with
my "friends over the water." Could it have been PIRA that'd killed him? What
the hell for? It was highly unlikely that PIRA would start messing about
like that, not in America. It was too professional to bite the hand that was
feeding it.
Other things weren't adding up. Why wasn't there a struggle? Both
Marsha and Kev knew where the weapons were. Why weren't they used? Why was
the front door ajar?
There was no way that would have happened. People didn't just wander in
off the street into Kev's house; they had to be invited in.
I felt a rush of anger. If the family had been killed in a car crash,