Greg Iles - The Devils Punchbowl
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
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.
