by Greg Iles
Kelly wipes vomit off his pants. I shouldve just thrown him in the car instead of waiting on an ambulance. Jeez. Kelly looks up at me with weary disgust. What do you want to do?
Grab Sands or Quinn off the street and squeeze them until they tell us where she is. You told Sands yesterday that youd kill him if he fucked with my family. Well, Caitlin is family.
She is, absolutely. But we won't be able to get to them now. Theyve gone to the mattresses.
Carl seems to be breathing better, but hes not yet coherent.
But
why
? I ask. Sands isnt stupid. Why take the risk of me calling the FBI and blowing up the whole Po sting?
I told you, either Caitlin gave them no choice, or you have something they want.
But I don't!
Maybe they think you do. Sands thinks therere still variables floating around out there. The USB drive, for instance. And whatever that computer kid had on him. The bird lover. And don't forget Linda Church.
Kellys right, especially about Linda. I could see Caitlin trying to find her.
The worst scenario, he says, is that Caitlin was planning to go public, and they found out about it. They probably have somebody on their payroll down at the paper. Only makes sense.
Jesus. Do you think they took her just to kill her? Kill her and lose her body?
No. Theyd have taken Carl too. This is like when kings used to exchange hostages to prevent wars from happening. Gangs still do that kind of thing.
How is this like that? They have Caitlin, and we have nothing.
Sands must
think
you have something. Probably Ben Lis insurance.
As soon as these words leave Kellys mouth, I know what to do. I
take out my cell phone, but before I punch a key, Kelly says, Whoa, what are you doing?
Watch and learn. I speed-dial Seamus Quinn, and the Irishman answers with his usual smug sarcasm.
Top of the morning to ya, Mr. Mayor.
Its after lunch, Quinn.
Is it? I'll bet some people are just wakin up, though.
I nod meaningfully to Kelly. We both know what happened last night, so lets skip the games. I know you won't talk about it. I just want you to know one thing.
Youre not gonna threaten me again, are you? I'm getting a bit tired of that.
Do you remember our conversation on the
Queen
on Monday?
I remember your bodyguard assaulted me. With a deadly weapon. I'm thinking of pressing charges.
Listen to me, you stupid bastard
Calm down,
Kelly mouths, shaking his head.
Your boss discussed some missing data. Do you remember that?
Quinns answer is silence.
When we left the
Magnolia Queen
yesterday morning, Kelly assumed that Quinn had possession of the missing USB drive, and was holding it to use in a possible deal with Hull. I agreed. But if Sands and Quinn are desperate enough to kidnap Caitlin, something tells me that they have neither Ben Lis stash nor the USB drive. And if Quinn doesn't have it, logic leaves only one other likely candidatesomeone who heard the voice memo Tim made on his cell phone before he died. Knowing Shad Johnson as I doas a political creature above all elseI judge that its worth the risk of bluffing Quinn on this point.
I've got it, Quinn.
Youre lying, says the Irishman, and for a moment my confidence wavers. But something in his voice tells me to push on, and with the dizzying rush that a cliff diver must feel, I say, I've got your boss by the short hairs, you bastard, and theres only one way hes getting it back. A trade.
Even if you have it, you cant use it, Quinn says with more certainty. Your own government would bury you. You still don't know what youre dealing with.
Hope and excitement have filled my chest. I'll tell you what I know. Your government buddy Hulls like a vampirehe cant stand the light. If I go public, hell vanish into a puff of smoke. Keep your focus, Quinn. The thumb drive is the thing. And if you put one scratch on Caitlin, you and Sands will spend the rest of your lives on Parchman Farm. You think Irish prisons are tough? Youd be better off dead,
mate.
Youll be hearing from me soon.
Wait
When the connection goes dead, I pump my fist. They don't have it.
That's great, says Kelly, cradling Carls head. The problem is, you don't either.
No. But I know who does.
The wail of a siren echoes up Washington Street at last.
Just in the nick of time, mutters Kelly. Christ.
Stay with him until they get here, I say, backing through the door.
Where are you going?
The DAs office. You can find me there or City Hall.
CHAPTER
51
Its only three blocks from Caitlins house to the DAs office. I use the brief drive to call Chief Logan at police headquarters.
Havent heard from you in a while, Mr. Mayor, Logan says with subtle sarcasm.
I could say the same. I've been pretty busy. What about you?
You could say that.
I'm calling to give you a heads up on something. There was a kid named Ben Li who worked on the
Magnolia Queen
. Computer specialist. I think hes in troublemaybe even dead.
What makes you think that?
Just trust me, Chief. You ought to look into it. Id pay special attention to things like safe deposit boxes or storage rooms the kid might have rented. You could search his house too, but I don't think youre going to find anything there.
Logan doesn't speak for a few seconds. Then he says, I sure wish youd decided to tell me this a little earlier. Like yesterday.
Whys that?
Did this Li kid live on Park Place?
I don't know. Why?
Because a house owned by someone of that name burned to the ground before dawn this morning.
A cold blade of premonition slices through me, but Logan pushes on too quickly for me to read its significance.
Id like to ask you a couple of questions, Penn. Face to face, if possible.
I've reached City Hall, and just in time. Id like that too, Don, but I'll have to get back to you. I'm about to go into a meeting with the district attorney.
That right? Be sure and give him my warmest regards. The sarcasm drips from Logans voice. Not that he gives a shit. He thinks the only thing were here for is to fix speeding tickets for his buddieswho are few and far between.
I hear you. I'll get back to you when I can.
I'll see what I can find out about this Li kid.
I tell Logan I appreciate it, then park in my private spot and start toward the building that houses the DAs office. The lunch crowd is returning to the city offices, but I hardly respond to their greetings, my mind on a fire that was surely no accident, and that must have meaning for those with the wits to read it.
Its a measure of what Sands has done to this town that as I pass long-familiar faces, I wonder whether I can trust any of them.
Rose, my secretary, is walking up the sidewalk from the parking lot.
Paul Labrys waiting for you in your office, she calls. Apparently he showed up halfway through lunch, and hes been there ever since. Dora says hes very upset.
Why didn't you call me?
I just found out myself. He didn't want you disturbed. Said you had to talk face-to-face and nobody should mention him to you on the phone.
Veering right, I trot across the grass to the door of City Hall.
Two women in the foyer dart out
of my path with a cry as I take the steps two at a time. All I can think of is that it was Labry who first gave me the name of Edward Po, from his Golden Parachute files. Asking him had been a selfish thing to do; it put both him and his family at risk. But now I sense that this act is going to come back to haunt meor has already cost Labry dearly. If he looked deeper into the Golden Parachute investors on his own
Where is he, Dora? asks a loud and insistent male voice. Damn it, he never gets back this late from lunch!
Paul? I call, opening the door. I'm here, man. Whats going on?
The man who stumbles toward me looks like a caricature of the dignified civil servant who accepted the citizenship award from me at the Ramada two days ago. He looked tired at Tims burial yesterday, but now his eyes are bloodshot, his cheeks flushed, and his clothes in disarray, the front left tail of his poly-cotton-blend button-down hanging askew.
Dora gives me a look bordering on desperation.
Lets go in my office, Paul. Come on back.
Labry stares at me like hes about to burst into tears, then throws his hand twice in the direction of my office, walks into it, and collapses in the chair opposite my desk.
I give Dora a placating gesture just as Rose comes in behind me. Is everything okay? she asks.
Were fine, I tell her. Will you check and see whether Shad Johnsons in his office?
You want me to buzz you or wait till youre done?
Buzz me when you know.
Shutting the door softly behind me, I lay my hand on Pauls shoulder and squeeze it. Whats happened, Paul? I've never seen you look like this.
I've never felt like this, he says, staring over my desk as if I'm sitting on the other side of it, and not looking down at the top of his head.
When he remains silent, I go around my desk and take my seat.
I wanted to come talk to you this morning, he says, but I couldn't get up the nerve.
What is it, Paul? Is it what I talked to you about yesterday? Running for mayor?
Labry laughs so hard at this that mucus drips from his nose. He wipes it with his sleeve, but when he lowers his arm, the smile is gone. I cant ever be mayor now. Never.
Why not?
I wouldn't get fifty votes. I don't deserve fifty votes.
Why not? Whats the matter?
I'll be bankrupt in a month. My father too, only he doesn't
know it. Were going to lose everything. The business our houses. All of it.
What?
I told you yesterday that retails gone down the toilet. Well, I did some things to try to compete with the big guys. Expand, you know? But I just made things worse. The debts just grew and grew. Then I did some gambling, hoping to make up the shortfall.
This takes me completely off guard. I didn't know you gambled.
I don't, really. Just enough to get to know some of the people who run the casinos. Which is crazy, when you think about it, because I didn't even want the damned casinos here. But it was Sands who bailed me out, man. He got me out of
Sands? I ask sharply. Jonathan Sands?
Right. One night I got a little drunk and started bitching about the banks hounding me, and Sands offered to help out. He did too. But now Paul looks helplessly at me, then grabs his own shirtfront and jerks it upward. They own me, man. They
own
me. I owe them so much money, I could never pay it back. Theres no way I can be mayor with them pulling my strings like a puppet. Itd be a travesty of everything you and I ever talked about doing.
Jesus, Paul I had no idea. Why didn't you come to me? I would have tried to help.
Come to you? Do you have
any
idea how hard that would have been? Come to you and tell you I'm a total fuckup? My old man already thinks I drove the business into the ground. He doesn't get it, how the world has changed.
Paullook, I know youre in trouble, but I've got something really big going on right now. I've got to make some calls.
Hes shaking his head again. No, no, I told you, I was supposed to come see you this morning. I just couldn't do it. That's why I started drinking. I couldn't face you, man.
What are you talking about?
At last all his frenetic twitching stops, and he looks me dead in the eye. They sent me to talk to you. To give you a message.
Who did?
Sandss security guy. Quinn. Its about Caitlin.
For a moment I'm not sure I've heard right, but then my face goes cold.
Whatever it is youre doing, Labry says, you've got to stop it for thirty-six hours. That's the message. They don't have any intention of hurting her. Theyve got her in a hotel somewhere.
I'm pushing myself slowly away from my desk, trying to process what I'm hearing as panic and rage rise in me. How long have you known this, Paul?
Quinn came to the store this morning. Look, I know it sounds bad. But they have some big deal about to go down, and they said you guys were going to screw it up somehow, by going public with something. I don't even know if you know about it. Maybe it was mostly Caitlin, but Penn, don't look at me like that. You look like I took her or something. I love Caitlin. Shes got more
Get out of my sight, Paul.
Labry stares as though I've slapped his face, then begins sobbing. I stand and walk past him, heading for the stairs.
Where are you going? he cries, running after me as Rose gapes.
To see Shad Johnson.
Shad? Why? He catches up with me on the staircase and pulls me to a stop. Penn, if you report this, theyll kill her.
You just said they wouldn't!
Labry is fidgeting again, trying to think of anything he can to stop me. I don't
know
! I have no idea whats really going on. But you must, right? Just do whatever it is they need, and shell be fine!
Get out of my way, or I'll throw you down these stairs. I'm not going to Shad about the kidnapping.
He backs away, looking stricken. Why, then?
He has something I need.
What?
Youre still trying to get something for Sands, aren't you?
No! I had to do this, Penn. He was going to tell my father everything! Pop would die of shame, man.
I leap down the stairs and race out of the building, headed down the block to the DAs office. Labry chases after me, yelling where anyone can hear. A deputy going into the sheriffs office looks up and stares after us.
Let me make it up to you, man! Labry screams. I'll do anything.
Get her back for me! I shout over my shoulder. Can you do that? That's the only way to make this up.
As I enter the building that houses the district attorneys office, a sudden epiphany hits me. I run up the stairs, knowing that Labry will follow. When I reach the top, Paul calls out from the landing, trying to keep from being heard by the people on the upper floor.
Penn, don't! Dont say anything you cant take back! Lets go talk to Sands. I'm sure we can work something out. Youve got money
They don't care about
money!
Not the kind we have. They could buy this town a thousand times over!
Theres got to be something we can do!
There is. Come up here, and I'll tell you.
Labry climbs warily toward me, then stops one step below the top as I make room for him at the head of the staircase.
I reach out and pull him up to the top step, then speak quietly. Youre going to come into Shads office with me and tell him just what you told me. The message you gave me, and who told you to give it.
Labry jerks back, his eyes wide, then tries to turn to go back downstairs. I reach
out and grab his shirt, half to hold him here, half to keep him from breaking his neck. But panic has seized him. He windmills his arms to get his balance, then strikes out at me hard enough to disengage us. As we separate, he falls backward, but the wall catches him, and he practically rides it to the bottom of the steps.
How could you do it? I shout. Our children
play
together!
Labry is sobbing again, staring up in despair. I had no choice, he says in a dead voice. No choice.
He looks as if hes about to say something else, but then his eyes go wide, and he backs out of the building.
What the hell was that about? asks a clipped baritone voice behind me.
I turn and look into the face of Shadrach Johnson. He regards me with cool detachment, waiting for me to explain my presence on his territory.
You and I need to talk, I tell him. But first get rid of your secretary. You don't want any witnesses to this conversation.
CHAPTER
52
Caitlin is staring out the window of her plywood cell, into the sharklike eyes of a giant white dog. After Quinn took Linda to the storeroom, her screams stopped, but soon men arrived in a pickup hauling a long trailer behind it. What caught Caitlins attention was a man wearing a heavily padded suit that made him look like the Michelin tire man. She assumed this was for working with dangerous dogs, and her assumption soon proved correct.
The trailer unloaded four white dogs that dwarfed the pit bulls outside. Their heads reached the mens waists, and they had wrinkled faces with cropped ears that gave them the look of some hybrid fighting creature she had never before seen. The pit bulls went wild when the white dogs appeared; several cowered near the kennel. A few minutes later, a second trailer appeared with more men. They opened the gate of the kennel yard, gathered up the pit bulls, loaded them into their trailer, and drove away in a cloud of dust. Then the white dogs were released into the kennel yard.
After studying them for a while, Caitlin felt sure these new dogs must be Bully Kuttas, like the dog Penn described on his porch the night Sands revealed himself. Penn had thought the dogs that attacked him and Kelly on the river island were also Bully Kuttas, but he couldn't be sure. In any case, these white dogs frighten
