by Greg Iles
Caitlin more than the pit bulls, something that hadn't seemed possible an hour ago.
The sound of a closing door pulls her away from the window. Lindas door rattles the wall of Caitlins room, then she hears Lindas gate close. Quinn says something too soft for Caitlin to make out, and Linda doesn't reply. Then the booted feet stump off down the kennel.
After the door closes, Caitlin says, Linda? Are you all right?
My stomach hurts.
Did he hurt you again?
No. He gave me some different pills. I think thats why my stomach hurts.
Well, try to hold them down. Drink some water if you can. That will dilute your urine, and it won't hurt as bad when you pee.
A sound like a scoff comes through the wood.
Linda, I've got an idea about how to get out of here. I want you to listen to me. Will you do that?
After a brief silence, Linda says, I'm listening.
Quickly, Caitlin describes her plan to use a cat as bait to distract the dogs to one side of the kennel, while she and Linda make a break for the fence on the other side. She makes it sound as plausible as she can, but Lindas lack of questions worries her. Well? she asks at last. What do you think?
It won't work.
Caitlin tries to suppress her frustration. Why not?
Because first you have to get the cats. And just getting the roof off won't get you through the Cyclone fence. Its over my head too, not just walls.
Caitlin starts to argue, but Lindas still talking.
And even if you get the bars off the windows, youll never get this chain off my neck.
I will. After everyone leaves, I'm going to get into that storeroom and find a way. There has to be a key in there. Or some kind of tool. didn't you say he takes the collar off when he abuses you?
Sometimes. Other times he hooks it to a bolt on a table with a shorter chain.
Where does he get the key when he takes it off you?
From the same ring as his car keys.
Damn.
You have to leave me out of it, Linda says, almost too low to hear. You know that.
No, I don't.
You do. Because even if you get the collar off, I'll never make it to that fence. Not before the dogs get me. And I cant die like that. I cant.
Youre not going to die, Linda. Youre going to get out of here with me.
Silence.
What if I drugged the dogs?
With what?
There might be tranquilizers in the storeroom.
They took all that stuff out. I looked when I was in there a minute ago, like you told me to. When he was getting me the pills. All I saw was junk that looked like steroids and supplements. I used to date a bodybuilder in Oklahoma City, and he took the same kind of stuff.
Linda, you have to stop thinking its impossible. If you think that way, you make it so. I'm going to get us out of here.
To her amazement, Caitlin hears what sounds like sad laughter. You think that because youre different from me. Stuff works out for girls like you. That's just the way life is. But for me its different. No matter what I do, something always goes wrong.
I want you to stop saying that kind of thing! Theres no difference between you and me.
Youre wrong, Linda says wearily. I got away once. I risked everything and jumped off that boat. I put myself in Gods hands. And here I am. You cant get me out. Go without me. Maybe you can bring help back in time.
Caitlin considers this. The odds of Quinn leaving Linda alive once he knew Caitlin had escaped would be zero. And how long might it take her to find help?
I'm not going without you, she says.
Caitlin? Linda says in a tighter voice.
Yes?
I haven't told you everything.
The hair rises on Caitlins neck. There is no terror like the terror of the unknown. What is it? Tell me.
I know what those white dogs are for.
What?
Theyre going to fight them against a man.
Caitlin looks at the wall, as if she could read Lindas face through it. What? You mean like feed a man to them?
No. A mans gonna fight them. Try to kill them in a pit.
How do you know that?
I heard them talking, and I've seen them getting ready for it.
What did you see?
Yesterday morning, they brought a man into the kennel and put him in a stall. They were waiting for those white dogs to get here. The guy looked like a homeless man they pulled off the street. A drunk. Later Quinn told me he was.
What did they do with him?
First they put some kind of vest on him.
Like that protective suit? The padded thing?
No. More like a bulletproof vest. I saw a lot of those in Las Vegas. And they put some kind of plates on his arms. When they were done, he looked like a gladiator or something.
Caitlin can scarcely form her next question. What did they do then?
They took him out there and let one of those dogs loose on him.
She closes her eyes. What happened?
It took that dog about twenty seconds to kill him. Ripped his throat out. Then they let the rest of the dogs tear him up.
Why did they do that? To give them a taste of human blood?
No. They were testing the suit. The armor. I heard them talking outside. They just wanted to see how it would stand up to the dogs teeth and jaws. The suit is special-made. They killed that man just to find out how good it worked.
Caitlin tries to shut out her horror and think logically. Have they ever had a fight like that before? Dogs against a man?
Once. They have a videotape of it. He had it.
Who? Quinn?
No.
Him.
Sands?
Mm-hm.
Why did you wait till now to tell me this?
I didn't want to scare you. I know youre brave but I'm telling you, those dogs out there are devils. Theyre war dogs. Theyre like the one
he
has. He knows everything about them. Jonnys dad raised dogs back in Ireland. When he was a boy, his daddy gave him a puppy to raise and then he made him kill it. To teach him how the world was, he said. Sands knows dogs like no one I ever met. And the dogs he trains you don't want to be close to them. You may fool them for a second or two with those cats, but what they live for is killing. I don't want to see you torn to pieces out there.
Linda, when is this fight supposed to take place?
Soon. That's all I know.
Will it just be another victim, some drunk or something?
No. A mans coming in to fight them special. Hell have a weapon. A knife, maybe two.
I wonder who he is.
I think hes a convict, from what they were saying. One of those UFC-type fighters. Some walleyed redneck, I'm sure. But they're all getting ready for it.
Caitlin takes this in, analyzing their situation in light of these new developments.
Linda, have you ever heard of a man named Edward Po?
No.
What about a girl named Jiao?
Linda hisses. Oh, I know who she is all right. The Queen of Sheba. She don't know nothing about who Sands really is. How he screws all the girls on the boat. That Jiao she lives down there in New Orleans, away from all this. At least she did until Katrina, anyway. Now I don't know. Maybe thats one reason he wants me dead. I've seen her look at me like she knows I mean something to him. Or
meant
something.
Have you heard Jiao has a cousin? From China?
I did hear that. He flew in for one of the fights a while back. He brought his own
dog with him.
Caitlin is starting to see the outline of a larger picture. Linda, lis
ten to me. I want you to tell me everything you know about Jiao and her cousin. And Sands. Everything, no matter how trivial it may seem. Will you do that?
I think that medicine may be working, Linda says softly. My God. The pain isnt as bad.
Youre going to make it, I promise. Penn and his friends are looking for us with everything in their power right now. I know they are. A friend of his actually killed one of those white dogs the other night, with nothing but a knife.
I don't believe it.
Its true. He cut the dogs head off to make sure it didn't have rabies. You have to hang on, Linda. You have to believe. Theyre coming to get us.
If thats true, then why risk your life to try to get past those devil dogs?
Caitlin thinks about this. Because you cant wait around to be saved. This isnt
Cinderella,
honey. Its
Beauty and the Beast,
but theres no prince hidden inside the beast. After the feeders come this evening, I'm breaking through the roof and getting two of those cats. And then I'm getting that collar off your neck, if I have to chew through the leather to do it. Okay?
If you say so.
I do. Nowtell me about Jiao.
CHAPTER
53
Shad speaks over his shoulder as he ushers me in. Why was one of our most distinguished selectmen drunk in the middle of the day?
I glance briefly around the district attorneys office. He has a huge, antique desk pilfered from one of the historic buildings owned by the citythree-quarters the size of a billiards table. The wall behind him is covered with diplomas and plaques, while the one to my right almost bulges from the weight of framed photographs: Shadrach Johnsons Wall of Respect. In most of the pictures, Shad stands beside the nationally famous black politicians and celebrities who visited Natchez during his 1996 mayoral campaign against Wiley Warren. Fewer than half of those figures returned to the city two years ago when Shad ran against me during the special election. Apparently, during the interim, theyd learned that Shad was primarily interested in advancing the cause of Shad Johnson, and no one else, no matter what color they might be. Many politicians share this illness, of course, but Shad has a particularly virulent strain of it.
Did you come in to look at the pictures? Shad asks.
I turn and look deep into his eyes. Caitlin Masters was kidnapped last night. She was taken by Jonathan Sands and Seamus Quinn. Paul Labry just informed me that if I do nothing against Sands for thirty-six hours, theyll return her to me unharmed.
Shads eyes go wide, then narrow slowly. Labry works for Sands?
You thought you were the only one?
The district attorney jabs his forefinger at me. That's slander.
Sue me. Why aren't you advising me to call the FBI, Shad?
He looks toward his window, then back at me. If thats what you wanted to do, youd already have done it. What are you really doing here, Cage? What do you want from me?
That's a long list, buddy. I want to know why you soft-pedaled the murder of Tim Jessup. Why you misappropriated evidence and withheld facts critical to the investigation from the police chief. Why youre not pushing to find out what happened to a computer programmer named Ben Li, who was also probably murdered. But I already know the answer, don't I?
I don't know anything about that. Any of it. Those are police matters.
The night Tim died, you made a point of telling me you were the chief law enforcement officer of the city. So why does your police chief think the last thing you want him to do is make progress on any of these investigations?
Shad folds his hands together and leans back in his chair. Chief Logan and I don't always see eye to eye. That's no secret.
I stand and put my hands on his desk, then lean over him. I'll tell you why I'm here. Right now, Jonathan Sands thinks I have a certain item that Tim Jessup stole from the
Magnolia Queen.
A USB thumb drive. But
you
know I don't have it. Dont you?
The district attorneys face remains impassive. Shad is good in a courtroom, and hed be a hell of a poker player, though I hear he prefers bridge. While he ponders my statement, I glance over at his Wall of Respect. One photograph draws my attention. It shows a huge boar hog, probably five or six hundred pounds, hanging by its hind legs from a hoist. Shad stands on one side of the hog, while on the other, wearing a bright orange jersey with the number 88 on it, stands a tall black man with a hunting rifle lying across his muscular forearms.
I didn't know you were a hunter, Shad. I thought bridge was your game. Or the odd set of tennis.
Johnson regards me with silent hatred.
Is that Darius Jones? I ask. The wide receiver for San Antonio?
You know it is.
Was that photo taken around here?
Shad shifts in his seat. On DeSalle Island. Hunting camp.
DeSalle Island lies farther downriver than we paddled last night, almost to Angola Prison, but its exactly the kind of remote spot in which Sands has been holding his dogfights.
I think I've got the picture, I say quietly. Darius win any money on the dogs?
On the what?
I give Shad a knowing look. I guess it doesn't matter. Darius has got it to lose, right? Long as he doesn't get caught.
Youre wearing out your welcome, Cage. I don't know anything about any computer drive.
I lean farther over the desk, into Shads personal space. I know you have it. Youre the only person who could. You had Tims cell phone. You heard the voice memo he made before he died. And somehow you got into the morgueor got someone to go in there for youand you got that drive. You want to dig into dead mens asses for fun and profit, thats your business. But I need that drive. If I don't have something to trade for Caitlin, they're going to kill her. Do you read me, Shad?
The district attorney remains stone-faced.
I think I know where you are on this, I say, trying to help him along. You think that drive is your ace in the hole, if everything goes to hell. I don't know how badly compromised you are, or what Sands has on you. But you need to figure out which side youre on. Because if you give me that drive now, I'll make sure you stay out of trouble when the wheels come off of this deal.
I have no idea what youre talking about, Shad says evenly. But even if I did, you don't have the power to offer anybody any kind of dealcertainly not immunity from prosecution. I'm the DA, Cage, and I could jail you for assault right now, based on what I saw five minutes ago.
I want to snatch Shad up from his chair and bang his head against the desk, but thats not going to get me the drive. Id find myself in the county jail in short order, and its right across the street.
Shad, theres a federal investigation going on in this county, and my guess is you don't know a thing about it. Or if you do, you only
know enough to make your asshole pucker. When the feds don't tell you they're on your turf, its bad news for you. So, I repeat, you need to decide which side youre on. And the best way to prove youre on the right one is to give me that drive.
Shad gives me a tired smile. I think were done here.
I make no move to leave or even straighten up. After I leave, you might be tempted to destroy that drive. I could see the logic of it, from your point of view. But that would be a mistake. Youre going to need a friend when this blows up. And if Caitlin dies because you didn't give it to me, I'll hound you right into Parchman, I swear to God. Youll have a cell right next to Sands.
Theres a sudden rush of heavy footsteps outside, and then someone pounds on Shads door. I jump to my feet
and open the door, expecting to see Paul Labry making another plea for forgiveness. But its Mitch Catton, a deputy from the sheriffs department, and hes breathing hard.
What is it, Deputy? Shad asks calmly.
Paul Labry was just killed in a car accident!
What?
He hit a bridge abutment. Must have been doing seventy, at least.
Was anyone else hurt? I ask.
Nope. One-car accident. There was an empty bottle of vodka in the car too. Sally, over to the clerks office, told me Mr. Labryd been hanging around here all during lunch. Said he smelled like a liquor cabinet.
I look down at Shad, my eyes filled with foreboding.
Thank you, Mitch, Shad says. Mayor Cage and I need to finish our conversation.
Okay, sorry. I just figured youd want to know. I mean, is there anything special we should do because its a selectman?
No, just follow your normal procedures.
Catton stares at us in puzzlement for a few seconds, then shuts the door and bangs down the stairs.
This town is under siege, I say softly. And the biggest threat always comes from within. Dont kid yourself that you can come out of this clean. Not without me. I don't know if Paul committed sui
cide or if they killed him, but when this is all over, theres going to be a reckoning. Pick your side, Shad. Fast. That thumb drive is your only get-out-of-jail-free card. You know how to reach me.
Get out of my office.
I hold up my forefinger and point at him, my eyes burning, then turn and go.
CHAPTER
54
Caitlin stands naked in the storeroom of the kennel, a leather dog collar tight around her neck, its thick chain binding her to the wooden support post of some shelves behind her. Shes bound so tightly that she cant turn her head, which forces her to watch the scene taking place before her. Shes shut her eyes as long and as often as she could, but Quinn has sworn to Taser her if she does it again.
