The edge of the niche was beginning to cut into my rear end. I was hanging on so tightly that my arm was getting numb, but I didn't dare ease up. I couldn't figure out how to get us out of this, but I knew I'd better start talking fast.
"I killed a man once," I said. I meant to say more but that's all I could get out. I clamped my teeth together, trying to force the feelings back down where I'd been keeping them. It surprised me that after all this time, it was still so painful to think about.
"On purpose?"
I shook my head. "Self-defense, but dead is dead."
His smile was sweet. "You can always come with me."
"Don't say that. I'm not going to jump and I don't want you to either. You're fifteen years old. There are lots of other ways out."
"I don't think so."
"Your parents have money. They could hire Melvin Belli if they wanted to."
"My parents are dead."
"Well, the Westfalls, then. You know what I mean."
"But Kinsey, I murdered two people and it's first degree because I looked it up. How'm I gonna get away with that?"
"The way half the killers in this country do," I said with energy. "Hell, if Ted Bundy's still alive, why shouldn't you be?"
"Who's he?"
"Never mind. Someone who did a lot worse than you."
He thought for a moment. "I don't think it would work. I hurt too bad and I don't see the point."
"There isn't a point. That's the part you invent."
"Could you do me a favor."
"All right. What's that?"
"Could you tell my aunt I said good-bye? I meant to write her a note, but I didn't have a chance."
"Goddamn it, Tony! Don't do this. She's had enough pain."
"I know," he said, "but she's got my Uncle Ferrin and they'll be okay. They never really knew what to do with me anyway."
"Oh, I see. You've got this all worked out."
"Well, yeah, I do. I've been reading up on this stuff and it's no big deal. Kids kill themselves all the time."
I hung my head, almost incapable of framing a response. "Tony, listen," I said finally. "What you're talking about is dumb and it doesn't make any sense. Do you have any idea how crummy life seemed when I was your age? I cried all the time and I felt like shit. I was ugly. I was skinny. I was lonely. I was mad. I never thought I'd pull out of it, but I did. Life is hard. Life hurts. So what? You tough it out. You get through and then you'll feel good again, I swear to God."
He tilted his head, watching me intently. "I don't think so. Not for me. I'm in too deep. I can't bear any more. It's too much."
"Tony, there are days when none of us can bear it, but the good comes around again. Happiness is seasonal, like anything else. Wait it out. There are people who love you. People who can help."
He shook his head. "I can't do that. It's kind of like I made a deal with myself to go through with this. She'll understand."
I could feel my temper snapping. "You want me to tell her that? You took a flying leap because you made a fucking deal with yourself?" His face clouded with uncertainty. I pressed on in a softer tone. "You want me to tell her we sat up here like this and I couldn't talk you out of it? I can't let you do it. You'll break her heart."
He looked down at his lap, his eyes remote, face coloring up the way boys do in lieu of tears. "It doesn't have anything to do with her. Tell her it was me and she did just great. I love her a lot, but it's my life, you know?"
I was silent for a moment, trying to figure out where to go next.
His face brightened and he held up an index finger. "I nearly forgot. I have a present for you." He shifted, letting go of the torch with a move that made me snatch at him instinctively. He laughed at that. "Take it easy. I'm just reaching in the waistband of my jeans."
I looked to see what he'd produced. My.32 lay across his palm. He held his hand out so I could take it, realizing belatedly that I couldn't free up a hand to reach for it.
"That's okay. I'll put it right here," he said kindly. He set it in the niche, behind the ornamental torch I was clinging to.
"How'd you get it?" Stalling, stalling.
"Same way I did everything else. I used my head. You put your home' address on that business card you gave Aunt Ramona, so I rode over on my bike and waited till you got home. I was going to introduce myself, you know, and act like this real polite kid with good manners and a nifty haircut and stuff like that. Real innocent. I wasn't sure how much you knew and I thought maybe I could steer you off. I saw the car and you almost stopped, but then you took off again. I had to pedal my ass off to keep up with you and then you parked at the beach and I saw a chance to go through your stuff."