Greg Iles - The Devils Punchbowl
Justice?
Dont shit on that word by using it to describe whats about to happen here.
I sigh heavily, then lift the satellite phone and call the lawyer back.
Dad takes Caitlins arm. Lets just be thankful Jenny wasn't killed, and that none of us was either. We've been lucky, considering what were mixed up in.
In her present mood, Caitlin would jerk her arm away from anyone else. But not my father. Instead, she leans into him and rests her head on his shoulder.
Hello, Mr. Cage, Hull says in a smug voice. Have you thought things over?
Yes.
I know emotions are probably running high down there. But with your legal background, I felt certain youd see the logic of things.
I have a precondition for backing off, Mr. Hull.
Whats that?
You call off the dogs, as of this moment. That means Sands, Quinn, and any goons who are watching us. Also any agency thats eavesdropping, trying to find my kid, whatever. All that stops as of this moment. Is that understood?
Theres a brief silence. I cant speak to those specific concerns, but I feel sure you can stop worrying about your loved ones from this point forward. No one knows better than I that Sands can be difficult to deal with. Things probably got a little out of hand down there. I may be coming down myself soon, to help manage things.
If you want your prosecution to succeed, please don't make me call you again.
More threats?
That's no threat. How would you like this story to go page one across the country? We can make that happen, if you push us.
This silences Hull longer than anything else.
Do we have an understanding? I ask.
Daccord,
he says. You go back to your lives, well go back to making America safe. Good-bye.
I kill the connection. God, what an arrogant bastard.
Lets go, Caitlin says in a flat voice. How are we getting back?
You two ride in the helicopter with Danny and Carl, Dad says. Kelly and I will follow in the car. If thats okay with you, Kelly. Id like to keep an eye on that arm.
Sure.
The subtext is clear: No one wants to be around Caitlin for the thirty minutes it will take to drive back to town. Id just as soon ride in the car with Kelly and Dad, but that wouldn't go over well with the offended lady.
Let me get that dogs head and lock the house, Dad says, and well run you over to the chopper.
Its only a couple of hundred yards, Caitlin says. Well walk it. Theres no danger anymore, right?
Dads face darkens. I'm not so sure
Well walk it, I tell him, looking over at the running lights of the chopper on the far side of the lake road.
Kelly squeezes my arm and says, I'll see you back at the house.
You sticking around town awhile?
He somehow manages a grin as my father walks back to the door. I cant afford to lose this gig. Youre my only employer now.
Good, because I need you to bring Annie back from Texas. Youre definitely still on the payroll.
Sounds like a pretty cushy job. Kelly stops smiling and points past me. You better look after her.
Caitlin has already started walking toward the helicopter. I don't hurry to catch up, but my longer stride brings us even soon enough. At first she says nothing. But when I don't speak, she says, You know whats funny about the way that just went down?
What?
Two minutes before that lawyer called, you were ready to wipe Jonathan Sands off the planet without even a warning. But the second some Beltway lawyer told you that Sands should go scot-free for God and country, you bent over and said, Thank you, sir, may I have another.
Caitlin nothing I say is going to make you feel better.
No, I want to hear your rationale. Is there something more than the good German defense here?
Yes, unpalatable though it may be. Edward Po represents a greater threat to a larger number of people than Sands. If the only way to nail Po is to let Sands walk, then thats what the government will do. Theyre choosing to stop the greater of two evils. If that sounds lame, let me tell you something. When I was an ADA, I once had to go down to the port and walk into a ship container that held twenty-seven bodies. They were Mexicans whod died of dehydration. Five extended families, all dead. Men, women, children. Put Chinese faces on those bodies, and you get an idea of the kind of thing Edward Po is into for profit.
Caitlin is shaking her head in frustration. But youre just taking their word about Po. What do you really know about him?
We got Pos history from Blackhawk before they sold Kelly out. The bottom line is that however crazy Sands may be, hes protected right now. That's a fact of life. And if he feels threatened, he won't hesitate to kill my father, my mother, my daughter, or even you. It would be insane to risk that.
I told you not to use me to justify murder. Dont use me to justify chickening out either. Arent you putting an awful lot of trust in a bureaucrat you've never met, to keep Sands in line?
Shes right about that much,
I think, as we cross the black strip of asphalt in the night. Carls probably watching us through his night scope from the helicopter and wondering why were risking this walk across open ground without Kelly.
As we draw close enough to hear the slowly turning rotors whoosh through the air, she says, I really feel down. I cant explain it. Its more than just what happened tonight.
No, its not. After I told off Hull, you were flying high. Now, facing reality, youre depressed. I know I've disappointed you. But I have too much at stake to fight Hull and Sands. You want me to leave you out of my calculations? Okay. The bottom line is this. I have a child, you don't. That was a big part of my reasoning about executing Sands, as well. Until you have a child of your own, you cant understand the absolute imperative you feel to protect that innocent life.
Caitlin stops short of the helicopter and looks up at me, her eyes bright and wet. I
want
a child. I wanted one with you. I always have. That's why I've been treading water for a year and half, even though I'm almost thirty-five. You think
I
cant deal with reality? What about you and your fantasy of saving Natchez?
I reach out to take her hand, but she slaps mine away. You told me you ran for mayor to save your hometown. That's what you told yourself, your parents, Annie, and everyone else. Well, I wasn't sure it could be saved from the things you wanted to take on. Not by one person. But I know this: It damn sure needs saving now. And what are you doing? Folding your tent. Pissing on the fire and calling in the dogs, as they say down here. She shakes her head and starts to turn away. Honestly I don't think I've ever been more shocked in my life. Or more wrong about someone.
At this point, a wise man would offer an apology and get into the helicopter. But somethings been nagging at me ever since the argument about killing Sands.
As long as were being honest, I say to her back, let me ask you one question. When you argued so passionately against killing Sands, was that really because you believe it would be morally wrong to do it?
Of course! she snaps, whirling on me. What did you think?
I wondered whether you might be arguing that way because, if wed gone that route, youd never have been able to write the story. Not as it really happened, anyway.
Caitlin has pale skin, but what little color she has drains from her face. You son of a bitch. She looks as if shed like to gouge my eyes out, but instead she simply turns and climbs into the cabin of the helicopter.
I look back at the road, where my fathers nine-year-old BMW is swinging onto the asphalt to head back toward Mississippi. No matter what I told Caitlin, theres no escaping one unalterable reality: Despite my deal with the devil, Tim Jessups blood still cries out from the ground. And I am not deaf. Only one thought brings me solace now.
My daughter is coming home.
CHAPTER
35
Linda is sitting in the front pew of the church, near the wooden rail. Pastor Simpson sits facing her, his hands hanging between his knees. He looks like a laborer forced to put on a suit for a funeral, but when you feel his hands, you know he hasn't done real labor in years. Hes a talker, soft-spoken and sincere. Hes been talking to Linda about the totality of God, but she cant keep her mind on the words. Shes burning up, her leg is throbbing, and her ride is late, hours late, picking her up.
I'm sorry its taken so long, honey, Simpson says for the twentieth time. That dern nephew of mine cant hardly get no work, and now he gets called out to rig like this and after what you said, I didn't think we should tell nobody else but Darla about you being here.
I understand, Linda says, trying to keep her mind clear through the fever. But the Bargain Barn closed a long time ago.
I told you, hon, Darla sits with sick folks sometimes after she gets off, and tonight she had to check on a patient. Somebody probably ran off and stuck her with their mama or something. Happens all the time. Darla don't charge half of what professional sitters charge, so people are all the time taking advantage.
Where exactly are we going?
Oh, youre gonna love it. My brothers got a place way out in
the country. Aint nothing there but trees and ponds. Nobody to hurt you, or even see you. Just an old cabin. You can stay out there however long you need, till the coast is clear.
All by myself?
Well, Darla can stay awhile to get you fixed with food and sundries. But after that Simpson falls silent at the sound of an engine. See there? All that worry for nothing.
Linda feels a dizzying rush of relief. The pastor reaches out and steadies her. Shes gonna knock three times, so well know its her. Okay?
Okay. You said Mayor Cage got my note, right?
That's what Darla said. Now, lets get on down the aisle.
As Simpson helps Linda to her feet, three loud knocks reverberate through the cold church, like someone banging on a castle door.
Come in, the pastor calls. Were coming.
The door opens, and Linda sees a tall silhouette in the door. Darla, for sure. But as the silhouette moves forward, Linda perceives its narrow waist and broad shoulders. Then a shaft of light falls on the handsome face of Seamus Quinn.
Lindas stomach heaves in terror, and she whirls toward Pastor Simpson, whos looking at her with terrible shame on his face.
Quinn strides up the aisle with two big men flanking him. Linda recoils and tries to run toward the altar, but her torn knee gives way and she collapses in the aisle. The two men rush forward and lift her to her feet.
How can you do this? she asks, her eyes on Pastor Simpson. Youre a man of God!
Just a man, Linda. I'm weak, like everybody else. I sin like everyone else. Its the curse of my life.
Simpson turns to Quinn and says, Were square now, right? That's what you said? All debts canceled?
Quinn gives him a broad grin and slaps his back. No worries, Padre. For now. I'm sure youll be back at the tables soon enough.
No! Simpson cries. Never. This finishes all that!
Quinns laughter reverberates through the church as they drag Linda toward the door.
Theyre going to kill me! she screams, looking back at Simpson with pleading eyes. You know they are!
The Lord will keep you, child! Have no fear. Youre a child of God, perfect in his eyes. But I must to render unto Caesar what is Caesars. My family needs me, Linda. My congregation needs me. Youll be saving all of that with your sacrifice, just as our Lord did at Calvary!
Fuckin hell! Quinn shouts, laughing. Shut your fucking gob already! Youre worse than the bloody Taigs!
As Simpson falls to his knees at the altar and begins to pray, Lindas knee gives way at the door. The men lift her bodily and carry her toward a black SUV.
Whos going first? asks one of the men holding her.
High card wins, says the second.
Get your arses up front, snaps Quinn. Age before beauty, thats the rule.
He lifts the rear gate on the SUV and the men slide Linda into the cargo area on her back. Get on with you, Quinn says. This is no peep show.
One man slams the rear door down, and they get into the front seat. After the motor starts, Quinn leans down beside Lindas ear. You led me a merry chase, darlin. But I like a game bitch. I've been waiting a long time for this. I've already seen pictures, now lets see the real thing.
Linda struggles as his hand slides down her stomach, but when a razor-edged knife grazes her throat, she freezes. Seconds later, her pants have been cut from her body as smoothly as if by a nurse in an ER.
Quinns eyes glint in the dark. So thats what kept the boss in such a state, he whispers. Not bad not bad.
What do you want?
Everything you gave
him,
Quinn whispers. Then more.
Lindas shock and fever have held her at some chemical remove from the situation, but now reality is settling into her bones. God has not delivered her anywhere but into the hands of Tims murderers.
Please don't hurt me any more, she whispers. I'll do anything you say.
Course you will. Quinn laughs harshly, then hits the front seat twice to signal the driver to go. Everybody does, in the end.
CHAPTER
36
Kelly and I are standing at the foot of the broad gangplank of the
