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y destroying the contents of the studio； slashing all his canvases； painted or not； then tracking the felon himself and mounting an assault that literally brought him to his knees； in fear for his balls。
The rage burned a week； after which she fell totally silent for three days： a silence broken by a grief like nothing she'd ever experienced before。 Had it not been for her chance meeting with Estabrook…who saw through her tumbling； distracted manner to the woman she was…she might well have taken her own life。
Thus the tale of Judith and Gentle： one death short of tragedy； and a marriage short of farce。
She found Marlin already home； uncharacteristically agitated。
〃Where have you been？〃 he wanted to know。 〃It's six…thirty…nine。〃
She instantly knew this was no time to be telling him what her trip to Bloomingdale's had cost her in peace of mind。 Instead she lied。 〃I couldn't get a cab。 I had to walk。〃
〃If that happens again； just call me。 I'll have you picked up by one of our limos。 I don't want you wandering the streets。 It's not safe。 Anyhow； we're late。 We'll have to eat after the performance。〃
〃What performance？〃
〃The show in the Village that Troy was yabbering about last night； remember？ The Neo…Nativity？ He said it was the best thing since Bethlehem。〃
〃It's sold out。〃
〃I have my connections。〃 He gleamed。
〃We're going tonight？〃
〃Not if you don't move your ass。〃
〃Marlin； sometimes you're sublime〃 she said； dumping her purchases and racing to change。
〃What about the rest of the time？〃 he hollered after her。 〃Sexy？ Irresistible？ Beddable？〃 。
If indeed he'd secured the tickets as a way of bribing her between the sheets； he suffered for his lust。 He concealed his boredom through the first act； but by intermission he was itching to be away to claim his prize。
〃Do we really need to stay for the rest？〃 he asked her as they sipped coffee in the tiny foyer。 〃I mean； it's not like there's any mystery about it。 The kid gets born； the kid grows up； the kid gets crucified。〃
〃I'm enjoying it。〃
〃But it doesn't make any sense；〃 he plained； in deadly earnest。 The show's eclecticism offended his rationalism deeply。 〃Why were the angels playing jazz？〃
〃Who knows what angels do？〃
He shook his head。 〃I don't know whether it's a edy or a satire or what the hell it is；〃 he said。 〃Do you know what it is？〃
〃I think it's very funny。〃
〃So you'd like to stay？〃
〃I'd like to stay。〃
The second half was even more of a grab bag than the first； the suspicion growing in Judc as she watched that the parody and pastiche was a smokescreen put up to cover the creators' embarrassment at their own sincerity。 In the end； with Charlie Parker angels wailing on the stable roof and Santa crooning at the manger； the piece collapsed into high camp。 But even that was oddly moving。 The child was born。 Light had e into the world again； even if it was to the acpaniment of tap…dancing elves。
When they exited； there was sleet in the wind。
〃Cold； cold； cold；〃 Marlin said。 〃I'd better take a leak。〃
He went back inside to join the line for the toilets； leaving Jude at the door； watching the blobs of wet snow pass through the lamplight。 The theater was not large； and the bulk of the audience was out in a couple of minutes； umbrellas raised； heads dropped； darting off into the Village to look for their cars； or a place where they could put some drink in their systems and play critic。 The light above the 。front door was switched off； and a cleaner emerged from the theater with a black plastic bag of rubbish and a broom and began to brush the foyer； ignoring Jude…who was the last visible occupant…until he reached her； when he gave her a glance of such venom she decided to put up her umbrella and stand on the darkened step。 Marlin was taking his time emptying his bladder。 She only hoped he wasn't titivating himself； slicking his hair and freshening his breath in the hope of talking her into bed。
The first she knew of the assault was a motion glimpsed from the corner of her eye： a blurred form approaching her at speed through the thickening sleet。 Alarmed； she turned towards her attacker。 She had time to recognize the face on ｜ Third Avenue； then the man was upon her。
She opened her mouth to yell； turning to retreat into the theater as she did so。 The cleaner had gone。 So had her shout； caught in her throat by the stranger's hands。 They were expert。 They hurt brutally； stopping every breath from being drawn。 She panicked； flailed； toppled。 He took her weight； controlling her motion。 In desperation she threw the umbrella into the foyer； hoping there was somebody out of sight in the box office who'd be alerted to her jeopardy。 Then she was wrenched out of shadow into heavier shadow still and realized it was almost too late already。 She was being light…headed； her leaden limbs no longer hers。 In the murk her assassin's face was once more a blur； with two dark holes bored in it。 She fell towards them； wishing she had the energy to turn her gaze away from this blankness； but as he moved closer to her a little light caught his cheek and she saw； or thought she saw； tears there； spilling from those dark eyes。 Then the light went； not just from his cheek but from the whole world。 And as everything slipped away； she could only hold on to the thought that somehow her murderer knew who she was。 。 。。
〃Judith？〃
Somebody was holding her。 Somebody was shouting to her。 Not the assassin but Marlin。 She sagged in his arms； catching dizzied sight of the assailant running across the pavement； with another man in pursuit。 Her eyes swung back to Marlin； who was asking her if she was all right； then back to the street as brakes shrieked and the failed assassin was struck squarely by a speeding car； which reeled around； wheels locked and sliding over the sleet…greased street； throwing the man's body off the hood and over a parked car。 The pursuer threw himself aside as the vehicle mounted the pavement； slamming into a lamppost。
Jude put her arm out for some support other than Mar…fin； her fingers finding the wall。 Ignoring his advice that she stay still； she started to stumble towards the place where her assassin had fallen。 The driver was being helped from his smashed vehicle； unleashing a stream of obscenities as he emerged。 Others were appearing on the scene to lend help in forming a crowd； but Jude ignored their stares and headed across the street； Marlin at her side。 She was determined to reach the body before anybody else。 She wanted to see it before it was touched； wanted to meet its open eyes and fix its dead expression； know it； for memory's sake。
She found his blood first； spattered in the gray slush underfoot； and then； a little way beyond； the assassin himself； reduced to a lumpen form in the gutter。 As she came within a few yards of it； however； a shudder passed down its spine and it rolled over； showing its face to the sleet。 Then； impossible though this seemed； given the blow it had been struck； the form started to haul itself to its feet。 She saw how bloodied it was； but she saw also that it was still essentially whole。 It's not human； she thought； as it stood upright； whatever it is； it's not human。 Marlin groaned with revulsion behind her； and a woman on the pavement screamed。 The man's gaze went to the screamer； wavered； then returned to Jude。
It wasn't an assassin any longer。 Nor was it Gentle。 If it had a self； perhaps this was its face： split by wounds and doubf pitiful； lost。 She saw its mouth open and close as il it was attempting to address her。 Then Marlin made a move to pursue it； and it ran。 How； after such an accident； its limbs managed any speed at all was a miracle； but it was off at a pace that Marlin couldn't hope to match。 He made a show of pursuit but gave up at the first intersection； returning to Jude breathless。
〃Drugs 〃 he said； clearly angered to have missed his chance at heroism。 〃Fucker's on drugs。 He's not feeling any pain。 Wait till he es down； he'll drop dead。 Fucker！ How did he know you？〃
〃Did he？〃 she said； her whole body trembling now； as relief at her escape and terror at how close she'd e to losing her life both stung tears from her。 〃He called you Judith；〃 Marlin said。 In her mind's eye she saw the assassin's mouth open and close and on them read the syllables of her name。
〃Drugs；〃 Marlin was saying again； and she didn't waste words arguing； though she was certain he was wrong。 The only drug in the assassin's system had been purpose； and that would not lay him low； tonight or any other。
4
ELEVEN DAYS AFTER HE HAD TAKEN ESTABROOK to the encampment in Streatham； Chant realized he would soon be having a visitor。 He lived alone； and anonymously； in a one…room flat on a soon…to…be…condemned estate close to the Elephant and Castle； an address he had given to nobody； not even his employer。 Not that his pursuers would be distracted from finding him by such petty secrecy。 Unlike Homo sapiens； the species his long…dead master Sarton had been wont to call the blossom on the simian tree； Chant's kind could not hide themselves from oblivion's agents by closing a door and drawing the blinds。 They were like beacons to those that preyed on them。
Men had it so