Greg Iles - The Devils Punchbowl
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.
Linda Church lies bent forward over a crude table, her collar chained to a ringbolt set in its top. Naked from the waist down, Seamus Quinn plunges relentlessly into her from behind, his eyes on Caitlin to be sure shes watching. Linda screamed so much when he began that Quinn wrapped four long pieces of duct tape around her face. Caitlin is afraid Linda will vomit and aspirate it before Quinn can get the tape offif hed even try.
Dont pretend you don't want to look, Quinn says, panting from exertion. Everything that walks on two legs would watch this if they knew nobody was looking. Why do you think Romans paid their last coin to see this kind of thing? This is what we are, princess. The emperors gave the people what they wantedsex and death. Everything else is just window dressing.
Caitlin keeps her eyes on Quinn but speaks to Linda. Think
about something else, she says in what she hopes is a maternal voice. Anything but this. This will pass, like every other thing in life. You don't believe me right now, but it will
Shut your gob! Quinn shouts, seizing Lindas haunches and driving harder. You know what they really loved in the arena? Women and animals. Theyd take the urine of female animals and spread it on virgins, sometimes twenty at a time. Then theyd let the trained males at them. Baboons and mandrills, bulls and boars, dogs and leopards, even giraffes. That's historyreal, every bit of it. Quinn shows Caitlin his gray teeth. People don't change, and youre no different.
Caitlin cant bear to look at Lindas face. All she can think to do is deflect some of Quinns bottomless rage onto herself. Id like to see
you
get it this rough, she says. See how you like being on the receiving end.
Quinn huffs and laughs. A man does the givin, princess. The woman does the takin. I'm not particular, so long as its warm and tight.
Your day is coming, Caitlin says in a barely audible voice. There are places not far from here where men twice your size will be happy to give you what youre giving her. Twice as much, from what I saw when you dropped your pants.
Quinn pulls out and starts toward Caitlin, but before he can reach her, the door to her right bursts open and two men enter the room. One wears a black balaclava hood, the other a green one. The man in the black mask looks from Quinn to Caitlin, then back at Quinn. Its as though Linda isnt in the room.
What are you doing here? Quinn asks in a dazed voice.
Liam called me. The black-masked mans voice seems hardly distinguishable from Quinns. About a day late, by the look of it.
You told me I could do what I wanted with her.
You bloody sod. For one night, I said. The man looks at Caitlin, eyes glinting through the slanted eyeholes cut in the balaclava. Has he touched you?
Caitlin is certain that the man in the black balaclava is Jonathan Sands, but given the circumstances, letting him know that could be fatal. Only to put this collar on me, she says. Hes raped her for
two days straight, though. She has some serious infections, her leg and her urinary tract. She needs an emergency room right away.
Quinn laughs, then cuts off the sound with a cough.
The man in the black balaclava takes two steps toward Quinn and leans forward as though to speak, but then his right hand lashes out and cracks the bridge of Quinns nose. Blood erupts from the Irishmans face, and he topples backward, holding his nose with both hands.
The third man watches without reaction.
Quinn gets to his knees but remains doubled over, blood pouring through his hands. Sands extends his arm to help him up, but when Quinn takes the hand, Sands snaps his boot into Quinns rib cage with a crunch. The force of the blow lifts Quinn bodily from the cement. He drops flat on his belly, gasping for air.
Get up, you piece of shite.
Quinn gets slowly to his knees, covering his belly like a beaten dog preparing for another kick, then slides up the wall behind him until hes erect.
Sands jerks his head toward Caitlin. Wheres her clothes?
Over there. In the cabinet.
Get em. And take that fuckin collar off her.
Why? Are you trading her?
Get her bloody clothes. And keep your mouth shut while youre about it. Jaysus.
Quinn goes to the cabinet and retrieves Caitlins jeans and T-shirt. You broke my ribs, he grunts, as he hands them to her.
I ought to give you a proper digging, Sands mutters. You ignore another order and I'll have Liam kneecap you. I've half a mind to do it here and now. Got a drill in the lorry.
Quinn holds up both hands, silently pleading for mercy.
What about it, ladies? Sands asks. You want to hear this bastard scream?
We just want to go home, Caitlin says. We don't care about you or him or whatever youre doing.
A toothy smile flashes through the mouth of the balaclava. That's what you say now. But youll feel different later.
What are you going to do with us?
Sands sniffs and keeps looking at her, but says nothing. Slowly, his eyes travel from her breasts to her ankles, then back to her eyes. As this happens, she realizes that there is no us for Sands or Quinn. In their minds, Linda is already dead.
Youll be home in twenty-four hours, good as new, Sands says. That's a promise.
I don't believe you.
You don't have to. Its the truth.
What about Linda?
Sands glances to his right, where Linda remains bent over the table, sobbing through her nose, covering the duct tape with glistening mucus.
Shell be looked after. She cant go back home, though. Not right away. Shell have to start over somewhere else. Well either give her a job on one of our other boats or see she has the money to start somewhere else. Moneys no problem.
Caitlin knows hes lying, but theres nothing to be done. She wishes Linda believed what he was saying, but who knows better than Linda Church how worthless Sandss promises are?
Quinn takes a key from atop the cabinet, then comes over and unlocks the thick leather collar from Caitlins neck. Hes still naked from the waist down, but his erections gone, his penis shrunk to a nub.
