Greg Iles - The Devils Punchbowl
There, says McDavitt, pointing left of the cockpit. Shes running!
I'll get her, says Kelly, opening the side door and leaping down to the pavement. I'm still trying to get my harness off when Kelly climbs back into the cockpit, shaking his head.
Who was it? I ask.
A drunk. Black woman, about sixty-five. I offered her a ride, but she told me to get the hell off her driveway. She thought we were a UFO until I caught up to her.
Carl settles back in his seat, obviously demoralized.
Lets take this bird back to the barn and gas up, Kelly says. Caitlins still out there somewhere.
I'm expecting the chopper to rise and tilt forward, but we don't move. Then I see McDavitt holding his headset tight against his ear. Ten-four, he says in an angry voice. On my way.
Who was that? Kelly asks.
The sheriff of Lusahatcha County. We just lost our helicopter.
How come? Carl asks, leaning forward again. What does Billy Ray need with the chopper this time of night?
Its not that. The guy from that hunting camp saw the insignia on our fuselage and called the sheriffs department, screaming bloody murder.
Goddamn it, Carl mutters.
McDavitt turns in his seat and looks back at me with genuine regret. I'm sorry, Penn. We can probably get another chopper, but this is the only FLIR unit between Baton Rouge and Jackson.
Its okay. It was a long shot anyway.
The JetRanger rises on a cushion of air, then reaches translational lift. The nose tilts forward and we head into the darkness. As I look to the horizon, battling airsickness once more, something Kelly said pings back into my mind.
Lets take this bird back to the barn.
For the life of me, I don't know why, but I keep hearing the phrase, even in my semicoma of nausea and depression.
And suddenly I know why: The term
bird
doesn't remind me of helicopters, but of a young man I never met in life. Ben Li. A computer genius who told Tim Jessup to ask the birds about his insurance policy. What I don't understand is why, if Li had a cache of sensitive data, he didn't use it to save his life when Sands and Quinn began to torture him. If I can answer that question, maybe I can find what no one else has been able to: something valuable enoughor dangerous enoughto purchase Caitlins freedom.
CHAPTER
61
Caitlin has been walking so long that her feet are numb. If she hadn't had to kick so hard to get the roof open, she would still be running, running along the road until she reached a town. She could do ten miles if she had to. But the bruises in her heels are to the boneshe can hardly take the pressure of her own weight on the asphalt.
Six times shes seen the lambent glow of headlights in the sky, then raced into fields beside the road before the lights appeared. As the sound of the engines grew, a frantic compulsion to leap out of the field and flag down the driver would grow in her chest, but each time she fought the urge into submission. Over and over she hears the voice of Tom Cage telling the story of the poor girl who escaped from Morville Plantation and reached the sheriffs office, only to be driven back into forced sexual slavery by squad car.
Before her feet became numb, Caitlin had found herself sobbing every few minutes. Nothing she did could block the memories rising out of the dark. The rape wasn't the worst of it. The worst was Linda hanging from the Cyclone fence, her dress tucked as modestly around her legs as she could make it, a last attempt at dignity from a girl whod had all dignity stripped away from her. Caitlins memory of heaving Lindas legs out through the window is growing vague. The sight of a Bully Kutta hanging suspended from a dead
knee seems beyond comprehension, something Caitlin dreamed in a fever.
But it happened,
she tells herself.
I did that. Its like those soccer players who survived that plane crash in the Andes. You do what you have to do .
Sooner or later, I'll come to a place that has a phone. If not, I'll just keep on until I drop or the sun comes up.
CHAPTER
62
Kelly, my father, and I are seated around my kitchen table with half-drunk cups of coffee in front of us, three pistols centered between them. Danny and Carl have taken the JetRanger back to Athens Point. Because of the guilt he feels about Caitlins kidnapping, Carl tried to remain behind, but the sheriff ordered him back, and that was that. The Ervin brothers are still outside, guarding us as they have almost from the beginning. Mom and Annie are sleeping in Annies bed upstairs. Were on our third pot of coffee, and though everyone is exhausted, no one has made a move to a bedroom. I've been trying to wade through the Po file Lutjens sent me, but theres so much raw data that I cant really digest it. Ever since we were forced to abandon the helicopter search, a feeling of desperation has been growing in me. I want to do somethinganythingto get Caitlin back.
You want me to give you a shot so you can sleep? Dad asks. Just put you out for a while?
No. We don't know how things might break tonight. I have to be ready for whatever happens.
Okay.
This is the toughest kind of situation to take, Kelly says. You have no control over events, and thats hard to handle when youre used to having it.
I'm about ready to say to hell with Po, call Caitlins father, and break this story nationwide.
Worst thing you could do. That's the one thing that might force them to kill her. Po would be gone, and Hull would vanish like a puff of smoke.
Hes right, Dad says softly.
I know.
Kelly leans forward and forces me to look him in the eye. Sands isnt going to kill her, Penn.
How can you be sure?
Put yourself in his shoes. Sands took her because he felt he had no choice. I don't know what Caitlin did, but somehow she made herself a threat to the Po sting. As for why I'm sure they won't kill herapart from everything weve discussedit comes down to this: Sands was looking into my eyes when I made that promise Monday morning. He knows that if Caitlin dies, he dies. Maybe not today, but one day soon. He doesn't want to look over his shoulder for the rest of his life.
I think hes lived that way since he was a kid. Its a way of life for him.
He won't kill her.
Dad looks less certain. Remember, Son, our greatest hopes and our worst fears are seldom realized.
That's a fine sentiment. But in this case my greatest hope and my worst fear are opposite sides of the same coin. Its either/or. Caitlins alive or dead. Shes coming back or shes not. And as things stand, we have no control over the outcome.
Shes alive, Dad says with conviction. I know she is. I can feel it.
My father has never been the mystical type. Feel it? Arent you the one who told me that when you die, youre dead?
I am. But sometimes I have a feeling about things. Things as they're supposed to be.
Whats your feeling now? Kelly asks.
Dad takes my hand and squeezes as hard as he can with his diminished strength. Caitlins going to be part of this family for a long time. I
know
that. I refuse to accept any other possibility.
For a few seconds I actually believe him. Then Kelly sits erect, grabs his pistol, and jumps to his feet. Theres somebody outside.
Hes right. Someones knocking softly on the front door. With Kelly in the lead, all three of us walk to the foyer. He motions us back, then, holding his pistol along his leg, leans against the wall beside the door and says, Whos there?
Walt, says a male voice. Walt Garrity.
We all look at each other in surprise. Kelly reaches out and opens the door, aiming his gun through the crack. After a moment, he pulls Walt through the door and shuts it behind him.
What happened? I asked. You have any word on Caitlin?
Walt shakes his head dejectedly. Nothing. I'm sorry, boys. I'm blown.
What do you mean?
My end of this operations over.
Lets get back in the kitchen, says Kelly. You want some coffee, Walt?
I wouldn't turn it down. I got a long drive ahead of me.
In the kitchen Walt sits to my fathers right, and I sit opposite him while Kelly pours the coffee. Walt waves his hand over the cup to indicate he wants it black.
So what happened? I ask.
They had the dogfight tonight, like I said. I went. Took a hooker with me for cover. I've had one with me every night. Started out with a white girl, local. Tipped her heavy and sent her home at the end of each night. But tonight I had a different one. Anyhow, when I got to the fight, it looked like Kelly was right. They were testing me. It was just a bunch of country boys fighting a couple of pit bulls. Had some hog dogs there too. Strictly low-rent. Still, everything was going all right. Then the fight broke up. Guess they got word somebody was flying the river in a chopper.
That was us.
I figured. After that, I told the hooker I wanted to go back to the hotel. I figured I had more chance learning something about Caitlin from her than from anyone else.
And?
You said the first hooker was white, Kelly says. Was this girl black?
No. Chinese. They got quite a few Chinese girls on Sandss boat, and I thought she might have some inside poop, because of the
Po connection. Her English was pretty bad, but there was something different about this girl. She reminded me of a girl I knew in Japan, during the war. Walt looks at my father. Kaeko, remember? That girl in Kobe I told you about?
Dad nods.
This girls name was Ming . Walt trails off.
So what happened in the room? Kelly prompts.
I don't know, exactly. I just wanted to talk to her, which was stupid, because of the language problem, but when we got in there, she took off her dress and started to get in the bed. I told her I just wanted to talk. And then then
I
started to talk. I told her about Kaeko, about my R and R in Japan, that stuff. She was listening, but she was taking off my jacket and shirt too. She got real quiet when she saw my derringer hanging around my neck, but then she smiled and took that off like it was no big deal. She pushed me down on the bed and started to get on top of me and thats when it happened.
What? Dad asks.
She stood up straight and started talking in a different voice. She went from sounding like a Hong Kong streetwalker to Greer Garson in about half a second. Told me to go back home to Texas if I wanted to stay alive.
With a chill of foreboding, I get up and go to the counter, then shuffle through the pages in the FedEx package Lutjens sent.
She took my derringer, Walt says. She held it on me as she backed out of the room.
What exactly did she say? Kelly asks.
She said, Youre a long way from home, old man. Go back to Texas, if you want to live.
Ming the Merciless, Dad says softly.
Ming the Merci
ful,
Kelly corrects him.
Walt watches curiously as I cross the room and hand him a five-by-seven photo of Jiao Po. Then he looks down, stares for a couple of seconds, and says, That's her. Son of a bitch. Who is she?
Jonathan Sandss girlfriend. The niece of Edward Po.
Walts head snaps up, his weathered cheeks flushed.
She was supposed to kill you, Kelly says. Or to set you up for it, anyway. But something made her stop at the last minute.
Walt blinks at Kelly.
I bet the hotel maid would have found you dead tomorrow morning, probably from an apparent heart attack. A little Viagra by the bed end of story.
Why didn't she do it? I muse.
Walt snorts and shakes his head. Because she saw I was a broke-dick old bastard in way over his head.
Damn,
thats hard to bear.
Would you rather be dead? Kelly asks.
Maybe, Walt mutters. What a way to finish up. He looks over at my father, then me. I haven't helped you boys one damn bit. All I did was lose a bunch of your money. And I still don't know how they copped to me.
They could have followed you here yesterday, I point out.
No. I'm sure about that.
Were you doing anything with the white hooker? Kelly asks. Sexual stuff, I mean?
Naw. Told her I was too old to get it up anymore, and she was fine with that. Less work for the same money.
Kelly rubs his thumb and forefinger together with a sandpaper sound. Still, if she told any of the other girls that, it might have drawn some interest. I doubt many johns pay good money without wanting something at the end of the night. At least a little strip show, if not a blow job.
Maybe, allows Walt. But I don't think she would have told. She wanted me to herself. Why share an easy mark?
It doesn't matter now, I tell him. You did what you could. Sands is a smart son of a bitch. You probably just pushed too far too fast.
I am getting impatient in my old age.
Kelly gives Walt a buck-up smile. No, youre getting too decent for the work. If youd screwed that first whore silly, theyd never have caught onto you.
Walts face remains wrinkled with concentration. It was the girl. Ming, or Jiao, whatever. Sands sent her to try and read me, and she did. Just like a book. To tell you the truth, I feel a little shaky now. Kellys right. I came close to buying it tonight, without even knowing it.
Dad gets up slowly and gives his old friend a consoling pat on the shoulder. That means your lucks holding, Walt. That's something to celebrate.
The old Ranger shakes his head, his sense of failure palpable in the room. No. Id say thats about as clear a message as a man gets that its time to hang up his spurs.
Youre not serious about driving back tonight, are you?
Yep. I never want to see that hotel room again, and I couldn't sleep now anyway. Too much to think about. And Carmelitas been patient with me. I need to get on back to Texas.
Dad doesn't waste time trying to persuade his friend to stay. He knows Walts mind is made up. What can we do for you?
Walk me to the door, partner. That's it.
We all rise and follow him into the foyer. A pretty poor showing for me, Walt says, shaking hands all around. But don't lose heart. Kelly, you quoted that old One riot, one Ranger saw to me on the night we first met. I'll leave you with the real one we used to live by.
