Moonshine

by Tess Oliver

  “Surely, you have big connections. I’ve got the evidence. You find a lawman who’s not on Griggs’s payroll and who’s not afraid to go after him, and our business partnership can continue.”

  Mr. Albert took a long, slow draw on his cigar. He squinted at me through the stream of smoke, then pointed at me with the cigar. “You know, I like you, J.J.. You seem like a hardworking, honest kid. I’ve got connections, and we’ve got a deal. I’ll set something up so we can take Griggs out of the picture.”

  ***

  By the time I’d returned to the carnival site, the inspector had already gathered evidence. Emma’s body had been carried off by the coroner. Not much progress had been made in cleaning up or sifting through the mess. A grim mood gripped the place like cold fingers.

  Several of the box trucks had been spared from the fire. They were being used for people to take a break from the sun. Clean water and cold sandwiches were being served from the back of a wagon. Mabel had brought fruit and cookies. Some of the other locals had contributed milk and bread.

  Gideon was helping a few of the men carry some of the charred lumber out of the debris. Fire would be needed, once the sun dropped behind the mountains.

  Gideon walked hunched over with a blackened tent pole on his shoulder. He glanced up. “Where did you go?”

  “Went to take care of some business. Did you make sure the inspector made a note about the odor on Emma’s clothing?”

  “I did. He thought it was strange. Was asking if she’d worked in a soda shop.”

  I picked up the other end of the pole so he wouldn’t have to drag it behind him.

  “I told him about Griggs’s special hair tonic. But don’t see how it’ll make a difference, Jacks. Even this guy seemed uninterested in hearing about any possible motives. He’d already convinced himself, given Emma’s career as an exotic dancer, that it was just a jealous lover.”

  We reached the pile of other salvageable lumber and dropped the pole on top. “Bunch of shit heels. Burlesque dancer or not,” I said, “they have no fucking right to brush off Emma’s murder. They’re afraid of Griggs. And when he gets slammed behind bars, every dirty cop needs to be locked in with him.”

  “Behind bars? How the hell is that going to happen?”

  I tapped my temple. “Leave it to the brainy Jarrett brother.”

  He laughed.

  “Hey, where’s Charli?” I asked.

  Gideon motioned back to one of the trucks. “Rose was feeling badly. Charli took her to rest in that first truck.”

  “Great.” I walked away.

  “Uh, brainy man, are you going to lend us some of your muscle out here too. Or is that beneath a genius like yourself?”

  I waved to him but kept walking. I poked my head into the cab of the truck. Rose was fast asleep in the seat.

  “Rose,” I called quietly.

  She opened her eyes and smiled weakly at me. “Hey, Jackson. Is Charli back?”

  I stared at her hoping she was too groggy to know what she was saying. “Back from where?”

  “I had this terrible headache and, sweetheart that she is, she volunteered to ride Gypsy into town and—”

  I tore away from the truck before she even had a chance to finish. I cranked the car motor, jumped in and pulled out onto the road. My heart was slamming against my ribs. My hands gripped the steering wheel tight enough to break it. She’ll be fine, I told myself a hundred times before I turned to the road that would take me to town.

  I hadn’t gone more than a mile before I spotted the gray withers of a horse peeking up over the tall weeds growing along the side of the highway. I stopped the car and closed my eyes, hoping and praying that I’d find Charli standing next to the horse.

  Gypsy popped her giant head up just long enough to see who was walking toward her. Then she dropped her muzzle back down into the patch of weeds. The horse was alone. There was no sign of Charli.

  Chapter 24

  Charli

  Gypsy was a trained performer. She could circle around a ring with Sadie doing a handstand on her back while accidentally freed balloons floated past her muzzle and never lose focus. I’d always thought she was the kind of horse a general would want under him when riding into battle. Turned out I was wrong. One shot fired into the air had sent her straight up on two back legs. With no saddle and only a makeshift halter and reins to hang onto, I rolled right onto the hard road. Before I could catch my wind and take off running, Griggs’s man had grabbed me. He dragged me kicking and screaming to the back of a truck and slammed me inside.

  We made a sharp right turn. I fell off the bench seat and slammed my tender tailbone, yet again. Tears stung my eyes, but I had to keep my wits about me. I didn’t want to end up like Emma. The box on the truck had no windows and little air to breathe. It was as black inside as out, and the stifling heat inside the small compartment was making me dizzy. Not being able to see the road, the unexpected turns were forcing my stomach into waves of nausea.

  Jackson had told me to stay close to everyone, but I’d felt so sorry for Rose. She’d looked miserable and close to fainting. I figured a quick trip to town on Gypsy would not be dangerous. Griggs had already gotten more than his share of revenge on Buck. Hell, Griggs took retribution way past the point of decency. He was a monster. And, it seemed, I was his next victim.

  The truck stopped suddenly, and again, I rolled to the floor, managing to smack my shoulder hard on the bench I’d just fallen from. The back panel of the truck flew open. As harsh as the direct sunlight was, I welcomed the fresh air.

  The man who’d plucked me off the road, a bland faced man with nothing to set him apart from others aside from the fact that he looked like someone who’d kill you if you looked at him wrong, seized my arm painfully. I barely had time to lower my feet to the ground before he pulled me along behind him. We were behind the speakeasy.

  He knocked three times on the back door, and it swung open. Another charmless man in pinstripes, with an equally ugly scowl, let us inside. I took note of the hallway and the doors. We reached the third door on the left. The man holding me shoved it open with his foot. He motioned me inside. It was a cellar. The entire time that Emma was missing, I’d imagined that she was probably being kept in a cellar. It was almost as if I could feel her sitting alone in the dark, surrounded by spiders and tiny animals. Now, I was in the same place that I’d imagined. The second the door swung shut, sinking me into complete darkness, I looked around for a glimmer of daylight.

  It took several minutes for the blackness to fade to discernible shadows. Apparently, some shelving and tables had survived the library fire. It seemed anything that had been stored below stairs had been spared. It was still dark enough that I had to stick my hands out in front to make sure I didn’t fall over anything or crown myself on low shelving. If there was a window, it was blocked by the stacks of stored boxes.

  After several harrowing battles with heavy strands of cobwebs, I found a table that had a tall tower of old boxes. It was a place to start. I had no intention of standing around in the dark listening for sounds to scare me when I could be digging my way out of the place.

  I moved the first box and broke into a coughing fit as a cloud of dust kicked up. The next box sent several small animals, mice I presumed, through that same cloud of dust. Lack of a breeze kept the particles floating around longer than usual. I swept my hand through the chalky mist. It brought some relief to my burning eyes. As I reached for another box, the cellar door flung open. Nothing I could have found digging in the dark, dank cellar could ever have been as frightening as the man coming down the cellar steps. I reached around for something, anything, but dusty cardboard boxes were poor defense.

  The light from above flowed into the cellar, illuminating Griggs’s sharp face.

  “Looks like I’ve caught myself an Enchantress,” he sneered. “No snake today, huh, sweetheart?”

  “What do you mean? He’s standing right in front of me.”

  His
lips pulled tight in anger. “Heard there was some trouble out at the carnival site. A fire, or something.” He made a point of looking down at the oversized white shirt I was wearing. “Guess your clothes burned too. I can arrange to get you something to wear.” He paused. “Although, I’d really prefer to see you naked.”

  “Can’t think of anything more revolting than standing naked in front of you.”

  “We’ll see. Oh, and I heard rumors of a murder out there.”

  “You fucking bastard, you will rot in hell for what you did to Emma.”

  “Me? Why, I’m disappointed that you’d think me capable of something so horrible.” He reached for me. I backed up, wedging myself against the table. “I’m always a much better lover than I am a killer.” He lunged at me and his cold fingers wrapped around my arm. His mouth slammed against mine. I reached blindly back and grabbed a box. I smacked his head with it. The box had little effect, but the dust storm that came with it sent us both into cough fits.

  I tried to shoot out from between him and the table, but, even doubled over from coughing, he managed to grab my arm. I flung my fist at him and hit him hard on the chin. He came back with a slap that sent me flying into the next table. I landed on my hands and knees. The pain brought tears to my eyes and a ringing in my ears. It took me a second to figure out which way was up. I pushed to my feet. As I passed the boxes stacked on the table he’d thrown me against, I felt a rush of cool air. The window was behind the boxes.

  “I’ve got some business upstairs,” he growled. “Then I’m coming back for you.” He walked up behind me, and I could smell the sickening sweet hair grease. “Plan on being more cooperative to my advances, or you’ll find yourself inside an old rug just like that other little carnival whore.” He walked back up the stairs and slammed shut the door.

  This time I was ready for the darkness. The fuzzy feeling in my head, left behind from his slap, had cleared. I quickly began moving boxes, suppressing cough fits by holding my breath. The last thing I needed was to have anyone above hear me. The boxes, some heavy with old books, had obviously been there before, during and after the library fire. It seemed after the building had been destroyed, no one had bothered to check the cellar for books.

  Many of the boxes had chewed edges. The thought of hundreds of tiny eyes staring at me from all the cracks and crevices made me shiver. This place would be a dream come true for Rusty. I hurried my pace. People would be worried about me, and they needed my help. I needed to get free of this place, of Griggs.

  The window was so crusted with dirt, no light could stream through it. But one side of the old wooden frame had been rotted through by moisture. That thin space was enough to usher through the cool outside air. Otherwise, I might never have found it.

  I glanced around for something to help pry open the window. An old mop and bucket were propped up beneath the stairs. I pulled them out. The long strands of cotton on the mop end had decayed away, leaving behind the metal bar that’d once held the cleaning end in place.

  I made my way around the maze of boxes to the table and climbed up on it. I pushed the metal bar against the wood frame. It crumbled beneath the pressure of the metal as if it had been made of sand instead of wood. It would be easier than I’d expected. The frame was really no longer a frame at all. Animals, insects and bad weather had destroyed the integrity of the wood. It peeled apart in long strips. More fresh air seeped into the cellar, and I drank it in like cool, refreshing water on a hot day. The window had only a tenuous hold on the wall once the frame had been stripped away.

  Footsteps sounded in the hallway above the stairs. Voices rumbled through the ceiling. Whoever it was, they’d stopped to have a conversation. It was my only chance. The table shook beneath my feet as I stood on top of it. I grabbed hold of a pipe running along the ducts overhead. With all my strength, I shoved the window with my foot. It fell out just as a pair of men’s shoes appeared outside. I jumped off the table and shrank back in the dark. The person stopped and lowered his face to look inside the cellar. My hand flew to my mouth to cover my cry of relief.

  Jackson peered around and found me standing there amongst the piles of boxes.

  “Hey, Charli.” He climbed inside, jumped off the table and glanced around at the disarray I’d created during my escape plan. “I came to rescue you, but it seems I’d forgotten that you were the type of girl who could pry open a cellar window and find her own way out of danger.”

  I glanced down at the shirt, his shirt that was now covered in dust. “I’d hug you, but I’m really dirty.”

  He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms. “Well, then you’re in luck.” He kissed my nose. “Because I like dirty just fine.”

  Voices sounded in the hallway.

  “We better get out of here.” Jackson led me to the window where daylight seeped into the lightless room. His blue eyes deepened with concern as he took hold of my chin and turned my face to get a better view of the red mark. “Did Griggs do this?” Rage sparked between the words.

  “I hit him with a dusty box.”

  Even in the poor light, I could see his jaw clench tight. Footsteps stopped at the cellar door. Jackson gave me a leg up and out the window. I crawled out onto the grass and turned around to give him my hand. He was no longer on the table. I lowered my head inside. Jackson was standing at the base of the stairs just off in the shadows. He waved for me to get back. I leaned out of sight but could still see into the room. My pulse raced as the cellar door opened.

  Griggs plodded down the creaky steps in his spit-polished loafers. “Sonavabitch,” he growled as he noticed the open window. He turned to shout back up the stairs, but his call for help was stopped by Jackson’s fist.

  Griggs flew back into the piles of boxes, kicking up another dust storm. Jackson reached down and yanked him up by the shirt. “You see, when you grow up with a brother like Gideon, you either learn how to hit or you end up doing all your brother’s chores.” He hit him again. The sickening, thudding sound of knuckles smacking flesh and bone echoed off the walls.

  Footsteps thundered along the ceiling above the cellar.

  “Jackson,” I called into the room.

  He held onto Griggs as he fired his fist into him again. “That was for Emma, you sick fuck.” He hit him again and blood sprayed from Griggs’s mouth. “If you ever come near Charli again, I will kill you. I will fucking kill you.” Jackson released his grip, and Griggs toppled into the boxes.

  Jackson hopped up onto the table and pulled himself through the open window. He grabbed my hand, and we ran to where he’d parked the car, off the road and out of sight of the speakeasy. I climbed inside. A gunshot was fired. I ducked down below the window. Jackson turned the crank and the motor roared to life. He nearly fell into the car as another shot rang out. Before he drove off, he leaned over and kissed me.

  “We are being fired upon,” I mentioned unnecessarily as he pulled his mouth from mine.

  “Yep. But I was so damn worried, and now you’re sitting here in the car with me so I had to kiss you.” He pushed down the lever. A cloud of dirt lifted around us as he drove away from Griggs and his awful men.

  Chapter 25

  Jackson

  The set up had been arranged to draw Griggs and his men out. Once rumor was out that the feds were getting warrants to arrest the whole lot of them, Breakers had been emptied of its damning evidence, and the windows had been once again boarded up, just like they had after the library burned down.

  Gideon and I rolled slowly along the road, completely unsure of what would happen. It was hard to know if Griggs and his men had stuck around. One thing was certain, if they had, they would want full revenge on the Jarrett brothers. Not only were we the ones to connect Griggs to the murder, but we were now working directly with the moonshine customers on Capitol Hill. Mr. Albert had come through on all his promises, and we’d come through on ours, delivering high quality white lightning to his door at a lower cost and without the shady racketeer
connection.

  Gideon glanced in the mirror. His face blanched some. “We’ve got a friend,” he said darkly.

  I nodded without making any sudden movements. We were just two men traveling through Arlington, with no worries or idea that we were being followed. The federal agents had planned everything well, but there was always that one unpredictable question— would Griggs and his men take us out before we reached the end of our journey?

  Gideon kept his face straight ahead, but his eyes kept flicking to the mirror. “Five heads and I’m sure the smaller one in back is Griggs. They’re staying about twenty feet back.”

  Our car reached the bridge. The wheels sounded like thunder as they rolled across the wood planks. The Potomac was bustling today, lots of barges and merchant traffic. It meant the canal would be crowded as well.

  “Not sure why they decided to do this in broad daylight in the middle of a business week,” Gideon said.

  “Think they wanted more eyes out on the road, so we’d have a better chance of making it to our destination.”

  Gideon’s eyes flitted to the mirror again. “Lots of activity now. I’d say they’re getting weapons ready.” Gideon threw down the lever and lifted his foot from the pedal. The car lurched into high gear as the wheels left the rough surface of the bridge. Gideon swung a wide, wild turn down to the canal. “They’re giving chase,” he said.

  I pulled out my gun and turned back. Two men, one on each side of the backseat, hung out with weapons aimed at our car. The first bullet made both of us duck but Gideon held tight to the steering wheel. The back window shattered. I flew up off the seat, smacking my head on the ceiling of the car as Gideon drove onto the gravel path leading down to the water. The gunshots had gotten the barge workers’ attentions. Some of them dove into cargo holds or ducked behind crates as they saw the scene on the shore unfold.

  Another shot was fired. The car leaned heavily to one side. They’d taken out the tires. Gideon came to a full stop. Federal agents and local police came out of every corner with weapons drawn. Gideon and I were in the center of it all. We ducked down as a fierce gun battle broke out. Bullets arced over our car, and we covered our heads with our arms. It took only a few minutes. Griggs and his men were outnumbered five to one.