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 〃Fear of petition?〃 Once again Jimmy avoided the childish…behavior problem; this time realizing just a second too late that in dodging away from that he had landed himself squarely in the topic the doctor really wanted to discuss。 Before seeing the trap; though; he had already blundered ahead by asking; 〃Where does that e in? We weren't discussing my fear of petition。〃
 〃Oh; but we were;〃 the doctor said; and Jimmy could hear the smugness of victory in the man's voice。 〃You spoke of being someone's target。 You said it was like a sport or a game。 You said you hadn't caught anyone yet; but that you felt if you did catch someone you would win。〃
 〃I think you're just playing semantics with me。〃
 〃You mean you'd rather I would play semantics with you。 But I won't。 I will instead point out that in being in the top two percentile of IQ; you naturally know that you stand out from your peers; even among the boys of Bradley School。 Being wealthy also sets you apart。 You are inevitably and naturally the target of many eyes。 You have been taught that much is expected of you; and you are aware of the level of performance that you should be capable of maintaining。 Your petition is with your own excellence; it is played out very much in public; and you fear your inadequacy to maintain your own standard。 Thus your desire to make motion pictures; to be the director and have the opportunity to safely be in charge; first to define the action and then to capture it permanently on film; where it can't get out of your control。〃
 〃I thought we'd agreed;〃 Jimmy said coldly; 〃not to mention that ambition of mine。〃
 〃You're right;〃 the doctor said。 〃I do apologize。〃
 The fact was; the only time Jimmy had ever demonstrated real anger toward Dr。 Schraubenzieher had been on this subject of movies。 He knew that he wanted to make movies because he was an artist; the doctor; assuming him to be a child; assumed the desire to be childish。 He had asked for movie equipment; and the Christmas before last he had been given a Super 8 silent camera and projector。 Super 8! Would they have given Mozart a toy piano? Wasn't Mozart a child?
 Well; he'd been through those arguments; to no effect。 Except that this last Christmas he'd been given some basic 16mm equipment; with a potential capacity for sound。 Still; it wasn't home movies he was interested in; it was film art。
 But they weren't going to talk about that; it had been agreed; after his one outburst; to let the subject lie。 The doctor had made a mistake in bringing it up; but had immediately apologized; and that at least was something。 Jimmy; who had gone rigid; relaxed again and said; 〃I'm sorry。 Where were we? petition with myself; wasn't it?〃
 〃Exactly。 petition with your own high standard。 Thus your fear of being childlike; as though to act your age would be somehow to fail to live up to your potential。 You have a brilliant mind…for your age。 You are extremely imaginative and resourceful…for your age。〃
 〃But isn't there a fallacy;〃 Jimmy asked; 〃in the concept of petition with one's own capabilities? There can't be failure; because an apparent failure would merely indicate a faulty original estimate of the capabilities。 The estimate should then be geared down to the actual acplishment; thus obliterating the apparent failure。 And if failure is impossible; ipso facto victory is also impossible。 Without the potential for either victory or failure; how can there be petition?〃
 Dr。 Schraubenzieher smiled at the back of the boy's head。 Very well; he would give the child a rest; particularly since Jimmy had behaved so decently about the motion picture slip。 For the remainder of the session they played word games。
 At the end; when Jimmy was leaving the consulting room; he paused in the doorway; looked at the doctor with a troubled frown; and said; 〃Do you suppose by any chance somebody is watching me?〃
 The doctor smiled indulgently。 He's projecting the motion picture director theme; he thought; but of course didn't say that。 〃Certainly not;〃 he said。 〃We both know better; don't we?〃
 〃I suppose so。 See you Friday。〃
 
 11
 
 K E L P; sitting in the back seat with the Mickey Mouse masks; said; 〃Here he es。〃
 〃I see him;〃 Dortmunder said。 Dortmunder was driving; and May was sitting next to him。 Kelp was the one who had gotten this car; a blue Caprice with MD plates; and it had been his intention to drive it; but Dortmunder had said; 〃I'll drive。〃 No explanation; just a sort of heavy determination that Kelp had found it impossible to argue with。 So Kelp was now in the back seat; leaning forward between Dortmunder and May; watching through the windshield as the kid…somewhat tall for his age; but very skinny…came out of the apartment building and was escorted into the gray Cadillac by the doorman。
 Dortmunder started the engine of the Caprice。 Kelp said; 〃You don't want to follow too close。 Hang back a couple cars。〃
 〃Shut up; Andy;〃 Dortmunder said; and May turned to look at Kelp and give him a little nod; suggesting that he should humor Dortmunder at the moment by leaving him alone。
 〃Anything you say;〃 Kelp said; and relaxed against the seat back as Dortmunder eased the Caprice into the line of traffic。
 The Cadillac led the way down Central Park West to Sixty…ninth Street; then across to Ninth Avenue and straight down to the Lincoln Tunnel。 It was shortly after four on a Wednesday afternoon; and the rush…hour traffic had already started to build。 It was stop…and…go through the tunnel; but over on the Jersey side things loosened up; and they were driving almost up to the speed limit as they headed west; across route 3。
 Kelp had been nervous and full of anticipation all day; but now that they were actually in motion he found himself growing increasingly calm。 In fact; sifting in the back seat of a car heading west across New Jersey was essentially a dull and monotonous occupation no matter what the purpose; and Kelp soon had to admit he was getting bored。 Conversation might have helped; but he suspected Dortmunder wasn't in any mood for chitchat; and in any event it's always hard to maintain a conversation between the front and back seats of an automobile。 So after a while he pulled from his pocket one of his copies of Child Heist and began to read again the part where they grabbed the kid。 Chapter eight。
 
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 When Parker got to the intersection he made a U…turn and stopped; facing back the way he had e。 He and Angie waited in the Dodge while Henley took the ROAD CLOSED…DETOUR sign out of the trunk and set it up blocking the numbered county road; with the arrow pointing toward the smaller blacktop road leading off into the woods to the right。 This was a pletely empty intersection; the crossing of a minor county road and an almost…abandoned old connector road; with no buildings of any kind anywhere in sight。 On two sides there were dense woods; on the third a scruffy weed…grown meadow; and on the fourth a cornfield now dry and brown after the harvest。
 Henley got back into the car; and Parker drove a quarter mile back toward the city; then backed off into the dead…end dirt road he'd found last week。 There was nothing to do now but wait; Krauss and Ruth had already been dropped off; Krauss would be setting up the other detour sign; and everything was set。
 Six miles away; the black Lincoln limousine took the curving ramp down from Northern State Parkway to the county road and turned north。 The chauffeur; Albert Judson; drove steadily at fifty…five; undisturbed by other traffic in this sparsely populated area early on a Tuesday afternoon。 In the back seat; Bobby Myers read his ic books; sprawling fortably across the seat。
 Seven minutes later Henley said; 〃Here they e。〃
 〃I see them;〃 Parker said; and put the Dodge in gear as the Lincoln sailed by them。 The Dodge moved out from the dirt road and accelerated in the Lincoln's wake。
 Judson; at the wheel of the Lincoln; tapped the brake when he saw the sign blocking the road ahead。 Bobby; behind him; looked up from his ic book and said; 〃What's the matter?〃
 〃Detour。 We have to take Edgehill Road。〃
 〃The detour wasn't there before。〃
 Judson; turning off onto the secondary road; said; 〃I guess they just started。 Maybe they'll fill in those potholes down by the bridge。〃
 〃Boy; I hope so;〃 Bobby said。 〃Sometimes I could throw up along there。〃
 〃Don't do that;〃 Judson said; grinning in the rear…view mirror at the boy; and as he did so he came around a curve in the road and saw vehicles stopped ahead。 A school bus; facing this way; its red lights flashing; meaning it was unloading passengers and traffic wasn't permitted to pass it in either direction。 And a truck; a big tractor…trailer rig; facing the same direction as the Lincoln and obediently standing still。 The two vehicles between them blocked the road pletely。 Judson braked; and the Lincoln slid to a stop directly behind the truck。 Bobby said; 〃Why's the bus stopped there?〃
 〃Must be letting somebody off。〃
 〃Nobody's getting out。〃
 Judson; who was sometimes irritated by Bobby's questions; said; 〃Then they're waiting for somebody who's supposed to get on。〃
 Back at the intersection; Parker stopped long enough for Henley to get out and move the det

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