Jimmy the Kid by Donald E. Westlake Page B

Mickey Mouse mask and the gun, pushed the button again to roll his window back up, but Dortmunder stuck the barrel through the diminishing space and said, “Stop that. Stop it now.”
    Van Gelden released the button. He blinked at the gun barrel pointing more or less at him.
    Jimmy, not only knowing whose face the woman was wearing but also realizing at once why she was wearing it, reached out for the telephone. May, expecting a dialogue on the subject of Mickey Mouse, was too startled to react until the boy had already dialled Operator. Then she grabbed for the phone, saying, “Stop that! Don’t be like that!”
    Kelp, reaching the passenger door on the front right, found it locked and looked across the top of the Cadillac at Dortmunder. “Make him unlock it,” he said.
    Dortmunder said, “Unlock the doors. Make it snappy.”
    A switch on the driver’s door would lock or unlock all the others. Van Gelden, also realizing right away what these people had to be up to, and seeing no point in making trouble for himself in a situation where he was essentially an innocent bystander, pushed the switch and unlocked the doors. He also slid his window open again.
    In the back seat, May had finally wrestled the telephone out of Jimmy’s hands and disconnected the bewildered operator. “Now,” she said, panting from exertion, “we’re going to play make-believe. I’m going to make believe I’m Mickey Mouse, and you’re going to make believe you can behave.”
    â€œKidnapping,” Jimmy said, “is a Federal offense. Conviction carries a mandatory life sentence.”
    â€œJust be quiet,” May said. “I’m here to soothe you, and you’re making me upset.”
    In the front seat, Kelp had entered and was holding a gun pointed at the chauffeur. Every time he inhaled, the rubber mask pressed itself to his face. He was getting enough air, but nevertheless he felt as though he was suffocating. His voice garbled by the mask, he said, “Let’s not scare the kid. Nobody’s gonna get hurt.”
    Van Gelden said, “What? I don’t know what you’re saying.”
    Holding the mask out from his mouth with his free hand, Kelp said, “Let’s not scare the kid. Nobody’s gonna get hurt.” It was a line word for word from Child Heist , which Kelp had been rehearsing for two weeks now.
    According to the book, the chauffeur was now supposed to ask Kelp what he wanted. Instead of which, Van Gelden pointed at the pistol and said, “Scare the kid ?” Then he gestured a thumb over his shoulder and said, “Scare that kid? Hah!”
    Kelp’s memorized response didn’t suit any of that, so he stayed silent.
    Dortmunder, meantime, had gone around to the rear doors of the tractor-trailer. He rapped on them, and the doors swung open, pushed out by Murch, also in a Mickey Mouse mask. He looked critically out and down at the Cadillac and said, “You’ll have to back it up. Just like in the book.”
    â€œI know,” Dortmunder said. Just like in the book. Dortmunder turned and walked back past the Cadillac toward the Caprice. Inside the Cadillac, Kelp’s Mickey Mouse face was staring at the chauffeur and May’s Mickey Mouse face was staring at the boy. She was supposed to be chattering at him, keeping him calm with a soothing flow of words, but she was just staring at him. They seemed to have some sort of Mexican standoff in there.
    Dortmunder backed up the Caprice, then walked to the Cadillac again, opened the chauffeur’s door and said, “Move over.”
    Kelp made room, and Van Gelden slid over into the middle of the seat. He said, “I hope you birds are bright enough to surrender if some state trooper happens by. I don’t want to be a hostage or a victim or anything like that.”
    Kelp, given an opportunity to produce another of his lines from the book, said,