Greg Iles - The Devils Punchbowl
Dad seems to be weighing all the arguments in his mind. You saw those two old black men outside? he says to Caitlin. The ones watching over us?
She nods.
Before they were cops, before there even
were
black cops in Natchez, they were members of something called the Deacons for Defense.
Whats that?
A group of men who got fed up with their friends and neighbors being terrorized, beaten, and killed. They patrolled their neighborhoods with pistols, lay out all night in ditches with shotguns, all to keep their people safe. They did that because they couldn't turn to the police. The law had failed to protect them, so they did it themselves.
Has the law failed to protect us? Caitlin asks, looking around our circle. We haven't even
asked
for help yet.
Kate, my father says gently. Let me tell you a story a patient of mine once told me. Back in the sixties and seventies, they had gambling and prostitution not far from where we are now. A place called Morville Plantation. Very close to where Penn and Kelly got attacked. Some of the girls who worked at Morville were held there against their will. God only knows where theyd been taken from, or what hell theyd been through. But one day, one girl got away from there. Half naked, she walked all the way to the sheriffs department. She was crying with relief while she told her story. The sheriff listened, then put her in his car and drove her right back to the whorehouse.
Caitlin stares at my father in silence.
Kate, youre sitting in a parish that didn't have jury trials for almost ten yearsfrom 1956 to 1966.
Were not living in that time anymore, Caitlin says quietly.
That's true. But how far are we from the story of that poor girl? If we believe Tim Jessup, the same thing is going on today.
Dads mention of Tim seems to move Caitlin to silence.
This is what I know, I conclude. Peter Lutjens warned me to stay away from Sands, said he could give me no information whatever. Peter would only do that if Sands was involved with the government in some way. Sands is either a target, an agent, or an informant. I'm almost afraid to find out which. But the fact is, hes been committing felonies since he arrived here, up to and including murder. Yet hes still roaming free.
Maybe the government doesn't know hes doing that! Caitlin argues.
The same government you want to pillory for its handling of Katrina and Iraq? I shake my head. Either weve stumbled into something really rotten, or something so serious that we cant even grasp its significance. Either way, we have to assume that if Tims death didn't matter to whoevers in charge of this mess, none of ours would either.
Caitlin looks as if shes winding up again, but before she speaks, Dad says, I think Penn and I have to make this decision alone. Caitlin, you and Carl will have no part in it.
But we
know
about it. We
are
a part of it, whether we want to be or not.
As passionate as she is about this, some part of me wonders about Caitlins true motive.
If we decide to go ahead, Dad says, you do whatever you feel you must.
The room is so quiet that my cell phone vibrating in my pocket stops the conversation. Its late enough that I feel I need to check it. The screen shows one new text message. The area code is 202Washington, D.C.but I don't recognize the number. The message reads: GO OUTSIDE AND TURN ON YOUR SATELLITE PHONE.
What is it? Kelly asks, seeing the color drain from my face.
I toss the phone to him. He reads the screen, then jumps to his feet and grabs his gear bag.
What is it? Dad asks worriedly. Is it Annie or Peggy?
I don't know what it is, Kelly says, but it aint good. He looks at me. Who have you given the sat number to?
Nobody.
Shit. Either its someone from Blackhawk, or they gave the number to somebody in D.C.
What do I do? I ask. How do they know I'm inside?
They tried to call the satphone and you didn't answer. Take it easy. They cant see us or anything. But you've got to take the call. I'll go out with you.
We brush aside the curtain and go out the patio doors. Caitlin follows. As soon as Kelly sets up the link to the satellite, the phone starts to buzz.
This is Penn Cage.
Hello, Mr. Cage, says a voice with a vestigial Southern accent. My name is William Hull. I'm an attorney with the Justice Department.
Theyre a pretty big employer. Could you be more specific?
I'm special counsel to the Department of Homeland Security.
That sounds ominous.
Very boring, I assure you. Being an assistant DA in Houston is twice as exciting.
What are you calling about, Mr. Hull? And how did you get this number?
We have some mutual friends. They were kind enough to give me your private number. As for the purpose of my call, its about Jonathan Sands.
What about him?
Well, this is a delicate matter. We
Mr. Hull, when you say
delicate,
I hear
dirty.
Hull pauses, his rhythm disturbed. Jonathan Sands has an important relationship to the federal government at this time.
I look at Kelly and shake my head in disbelief. You mean hes an informant.
I didn't say that.
Well, what did you say? Is Sands employed by the federal government?
Of course not.
Is he a close personal friend of someone in the administration?
Dont be ridiculous.
Then hes an informant.
Hull sighs like a man unaccustomed to frustration. Mr. Cage, theres an investigation pendinga very large and complex investigationthat began almost three years ago. It involves both the Department of Homeland Security and the Justice Department, through the Special Task Force on Money Laundering. The target is a Chinese national named Edward Po.
I know who Po is.
Do you? In any case, Mr. Sands is important to the aforementioned investigation. That's all I am authorized to tell you, and given my position, it should be enough.
Well, its not. I've played this game before, Mr. Hull. I've dealt with some pretty unsavory characters in order to nail worse ones, so I know the rules. But I also know that at some point you have to draw a line. Being a confidential informant isnt a free pass to commit murder.
Hull takes his time with this. At length he says, You were an assistant district attorney in Houston, Texas. You were dealing with state crimes. I'm talking about the national security of the United States.
That rubric has been stretched to cover a lot of sins lately. The last time I checked, Mississippi was part of the United States. And her citizens count just as much as those in Georgetown or Chevy Chase. What happens to Sands after your investigation of Po is concluded? Does he walk?
Theres another hitch in Hulls rhythm. That hasn't been determined yet.
Then tell me this: What chance do you really have of nailing a Chinese billionaire in U.S. federal court?
Theres a first time for everything.
Youre telling me somebody up in the Justice Department has finally grown some balls?
It happens. Mr. Cage, I need your personal assurance that you won't interfere any further, as of this moment.
Youre not going to get that. Not tonight, anyway.
I'm sure I don't need to remind you that you have no law enforcement authority. Youre no longer a prosecutor.
The local DA reminds me of that all the time. I am, however, an American citizen.
Meaning?
Hull, if you've forgotten what that means, we might as well hang up now.
I sense a certain naďveté in your attitude, Mr. Cage. Maybe you've been out of the city too long.
At last my outrage boils over. Do you have any idea what kind of criminal acts Jonathan Sands is committing down here?
Knowing the mans résumé, I can guess.
My sister was nearly killed in England two hours ago by a hit-and-run driver.
You can prove that was linked to Jonathan Sands?
It wasn't coincidence. But even that pales next to kidnapping and murder.
Are you referring to the death of Timothy Jessup?
And possibly others.
Mr. Cage, try to set aside your personal concerns and listen to me for one minute. A little over a month ago, more than two thousand people drowned in New Orleans. If the numbers I'm seeing are any indicator, were likely to find another thousand corpses or so, and many will remain unaccounted for. So, as for a few dogs being fought in some backwater Louisiana parish, we don't have time for it. As for prostitution and gambling, the authorities in Babylon had the same problem. Its not going away.
I'm not talking about dogfighting and prostitution.
I heard you. Murder is serious businessif murder is in fact what you have down there. But Edward Po is smuggling illegal aliens into this country by the hundred, some of whom will work in industrial jobs, others as prostitutes or drug couriers. More importantly, through massive and complex money-laundering schemes, Po is meddling with the currency of the United States. The number of people whove been injured because of his criminal enterprises probably cant be overestimated. So while I'm sure Mr. Jessup was a close friend of yours, you need to take a step back and get some perspective. The target here is Po, not some Irish punk who likes to fight dogs and run whores in his spare time. I talked to your old boss Joe Cantor. He told me that you generally have a good sense of priorities, but that youre an idealist. In these times, idealism is a luxury we cant afford. Am I getting through to you?
Youve made your position clear.
That's not what I'm asking.
That's the only answer youre going to get. I'll consider what you've said, but you should be aware of this. My family has been threatened by your informant. I've had to send my mother and daughter into hiding. Because of that, I've taken certain steps. If I or my father die or disappear for any length of time, every detail of these matters will be made public in the most sensational way I could contrive.
This silences Hull for some seconds. Mr. Cage, theres no need for threats. Were on the same side.
That's the one thing I'm not clear on after this conversation, Mr. Hull. Good night.
Wait! Please don't do anything rash. For your own sake. You have my phone number now, on your satellite phone.
I don't need your number. You can tell your masters this. Besides being a citizen, I'm also a lawyer. And I don't cringe when I say that. I'm not a backroom, Washington Beltway, cuff-links-and-suspenders kind of lawyerand by that I mean
your
kind of lawyer. I'm a trial lawyer. A former state prosecutor. And when somebody starts treating the laws of my state like their own personal toilet paper, I know how to tear them a new asshole. Am I getting through to you, sir?
In graphic detail. Mr. Cage, you remind me of what I loved and hated about the South.
I take that as a compliment.
Take care of yourself. And please inform Daniel Kelly that hes made himself subject to severe criminal penalties for misappropriating army property. He can be arrested at any time.
When I click END, I realize that my father has come outside as well. He and Caitlin are watching me with a mix of concern and awe.
I love you, says Caitlin, hugging me tight. You realize that, right?
Jesus.
That was freaking awesome.
No, it was stupid. This isnt a Frank Capra movie.
Who were you talking to? Kelly asks.
Claimed he was special counsel to the Department of Homeland Security. Name of Hull. Ever hear of him? William Hull.
No. But it sounds like wed better forget what we were talking about back in the house.
Yeah. Killing federal informants is a bad idea.
Sands is a government informant? Dad asks.
Hes their leverage against Po. And they want Po for all sorts of major crimes. Human smuggling, prostitution, money laundering. All the stuff Walt talked about the other night. If my experience is any guide, Sands is probably part of a sting designed to lure Po onto U.S. soil. Then they can grab him, and Sands can testify against him.
Kelly sighs in disgust. And then Sands walks? Is that the deal?
I honestly don't know. But with a target that big, and in this paranoid security climate, its possible. They couldn't care less what crimes Sands is committing down here. For all we know, Sands could be doing that stuff specifically to lure Po here.
That's just
nuts,
Caitlin sputters. Its fascism!
My father lays a hand on her shoulder. It burns me up to think theyd write off what weve been going through, but the government makes those kinds of decisions all the time. All governments do.
But
ours
isnt supposed to.
Kelly laughs cynically. Caitlin, you sound like a schoolgirl, not a journalist.
So, were just going to back off? she says in disbelief. That's what youre all saying?
You think we want to back off? I ask incredulously. Were the ones who wanted to shoot the son of a bitch!
Theres got to be a middle path, she says doggedly.
Dont go Buddhist on us, Kelly says wearily, probing his wounded arm. We've got new information now. We've got to pull back a little to reassess. I've got four guys risking their careers to protect Annie and Peggy right now. That's asking a lot of men who don't even know them.
Hull knows all about you, I tell Kelly. The Star Treks, everything. Blackhawk sold you out. Hull threatened you with arrest.
Kelly shrugs as if this were only to be expected. You could still try to nail Sands on murder charges after the feds get custody of Po, right?
Yes. They don't have the power to grant Sands immunity on state charges. Not unless theyve suspended the Constitution.
Caitlin stares at me with narrowed eyes, then steps forward. Dont do this, Penn. You cant cave in to bastards like Hull.
I hate to say it, but I've been in the same position hes in. Not exactly the same, but similar ones. Justice is about compromise, Caitlin. Trade-offs.
Justice?
