Bad Monkeys (24 page)

“Are they?”

“Don’t be a sore winner, Phil.”

“You think this is winning for me, Jane?”

“Bad monkey dies, good monkey lives to fight another day…”

“That’s Dixon’s victory,” he tells her. “Dixon took for granted that you passed the shibboleth tests by hiding your true self. I was hoping that there might be another explanation.”

“Oh my God,” she says. “You actually thought I might be
good
?”

“Conflicted, let’s say.”

“Oh my God…You wanted to redeem me.” She shakes her head in wonder. “How has the Troop not seen through you yet?”

“The answer to that is simple enough. Evil people are easy to fool.”

She laughs. “Guess I can’t argue with that. Still, I don’t know what the hell you were thinking. After what I did to you…”

“About that,” he says. “I know I probably can’t trust your answer on this, but I have to ask: When you gave me to them, was that…Did you hate me?”

“Was it personal, you mean? Eh, not so much…
Mom
was personal,” she says. “Definitely. But with you, well, it was a little personal maybe—you were my brother, after all—but mostly it was just, what did Dixon call it, ‘a truly extraordinary sin’? Yeah. I guess I do have a weakness for those.” She looks over at the door, not too hopefully. “So listen, I know you can’t let me get away clean, but is there any chance I can talk you into giving me a thirty-second head start?”

“Sorry, Jane.”

“Fifteen seconds, then. Come on, Phil, you said you wanted to save me. I could still have a change of heart.”

“If you do, you’ll have to take it up with God. How do you want it?”

“Yeah, OK…I’ll take the stroke. Less painful than the heart attack, and maybe I get a nice light show on the way out.”

He nods, and fixes the dial on the CI setting. He takes a deep breath. Lets it out slowly.

His efforts to steel himself are a fresh source of amusement to her: “Jesus, Phil, I’d have shot you ten times already.”

“Sorry,” he replies, but still he hesitates. She watches him, drawing strength from his ambivalence. As the gun comes up, she is calm, and her final words are almost kind.

“It’s all right, little brother,” she says. “I’m ready. Send me to Nod.”

FIRST, THANKS TO THE USUAL SUSPECTS:
my wife, Lisa Gold; my agent, Melanie Jackson; and my editor, Alison Callahan. Thanks also to Lydia Weaver, Olga Gardner Galvin, Jeanette Perez, Matthew Snyder, Harold and Rita Gold, Kathy Cain, Charles McAleese, Michael Hilliard, and my unpaid P.R. staff at Queen Anne Books: Patti McCall, Cindy Mitchell, Tegan Tigani, Lillian Welch, Hilary Vonckx, Torrie Marshall, Hollis Giammatteo, Mary Helbach, Irene Piekarski, Anne Wyckoff, and Nichole Mogen.

Louis Collins and the Book Club of Washington were my test audience for the first draft of
Bad Monkeys
’ opening chapters, and their positive response convinced me that this was indeed the book I wanted to be working on. Jennifer Smith, Christopher Bodan, and Zoe Stephenson read the finished manuscript and cleared up a few lingering questions. Zoe Stephenson also double-checked my Latin, and John Crowley triple-checked it. Anna Leube helped me with my German. Josh Spin answered my off-the-wall medical questions with his usual aplomb. Philip K. Dick, Trey Parker, Matt Stone, David Simon, Lawrence Sutin, Neal Stephenson, David Friedman, Bruce Schneier, Jan Harold Brunvand, Neil
Steinberg, and the Reverend Jack Ruff provided inspiration, insight, and/or clever anecdotes. Thank you all.

In the muse department, thanks to Pamela Sue Martin, Liz Phair, and Evil Willow.

And finally, thanks to the National Endowment for the Arts, whose grant of a Literature Fellowship helped buy me the time I needed to finish this novel. The government may not fight evil, but it does have its moments of grace.

MATT RUFF WAS BORN IN NEW YORK
City in 1965. His father was a hospital chaplain who descended from a line of peaceful Midwestern dairy farmers; his mother was a missionary’s daughter who grew up battling snakes and scorpions in the jungles of Brazil. Between the two of them, he received an interesting moral education.

Ruff published his first novel, the cult classic
Fool on the Hill
, in 1988. His most recent novel,
Set This House in Order
, won the James Tiptree, Jr., Award, a Washington State Book Award, and was nominated for the International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award. He is also the recipient of a 2006 National Endowment for the Arts Literature Fellowship.

Ruff lives in Seattle with his wife, Lisa Gold.

Visit Matt Ruff on the web at www.bymattruff.com.

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