by Greg Iles
Caitlin is surprised to hear herself laugh. Actually, I think I do. Im not sure I agree with you in this case. But I understand.
Carl watches her for a few moments, then suddenly looks down, like a boy caught staring. I didnt mean to keep you down here.
No, its all right. I appreciate hearing what you have to say.
He looks back up at her. You know what I think? I think you two gonna be all right. Sometimes it just takes a while.
How old are you, Carl?
Twenty-six.
You look thirty. And you sound like youre sixty.
He laughs warmly. Im just quoting what my daddys said to me.
Well lets hope hes right.
Oh, he usually is. Good night, Mrs. Cageoops, my bad.
Caitlin smiles and shakes her finger at him. I know that was on purpose.
The deputy laughs and looks back at his newspaper.
Call me if you need anything, Carl.
Same to you. Im the one guarding you, remember?
She smiles.
Caitlin ascends the long staircase, wondering why Penns words didnt resonate in her as they would have only a week ago. She walks into her bedroom and opens the dresser, wishing shed packed more clothes for the trip. As she takes off her sweater and bra and slips on a T-shirt, her thoughts go back to her conversation with Pastor Simpson in the afternoon. Tying back her hair with an elastic band, she hears a noise from downstairs. Thinking it might be Carl knocking on the wall for attention, she goes to the door and sticks her head out.
A rush of movement from the right makes her jerk left, then a black hood descends over her head. As she shouts for Carl, someone yanks a drawstring tight, cutting off her air. Lashing out with both hands, she tries to break free, but a needle-sharp sting like a wasps pierces her neck below the jaw. Within seconds her limbs stop obeying her brain. She tries to yell Carls name, then screams for Penn, but all that emerges from her mouth is the blubbering of someone being shoved underwater.
CHAPTER
46
Walt Garrity stands between the Devils Punchbowl and a row of blinking slot machines, sipping a Makers Mark and trying to avoid Nancy. Since making his play with Sands earlier, hes felt a nice buzz, and the whiskey only makes it better. Hes also realized that the case isnt the only thing on his mind. The image of the Chinese beauty descending the escalator will not leave him. Hes been half-consciously searching for her all night. The search hasnt been easy, because Nancy seems to be noticing his absences more now. In fact, she ought to be running out of chips about now, and hes going to have to put in a little time with her at the craps table.
Setting his empty glass on a table outside the bar, he heads for the main escalator that leads to the grand salon. Just as he reaches for the moving handrail, a hidden door used by the staff opens in the wall to his left, and the Chinese beauty steps out, wearing what looks like a silk kimono. Shes not looking at Walt, but shes less than ten yards away and doesnt seem to be in a hurry.
He moves to his left, gently intercepting her, and says, Excuse me, maam. Could I talk to you for a minute?
You want talk? she asks in musical voice. My English not good.
Her ingenuousness melts something in Walt. Thats all right. Ill keep it simple. I really just want to sit with you for a couple of minutes.
Sit?
In the bar maybe? The Devils Punchbowl?
She crinkles her nose. Food not so good there. I no like.
We dont have to eat anything.
She looks mildly anxious, as if she has somewhere else to be.
Am I holding you up?
With someone else tonight. You understand?
Youre with someone else? You have a date?
Date, yes. The girl smiles and nods, and Walts heart sinks.
She nods considerately, then moves to go. But after walking a few feet, she turns and glides back to him. No date tomorrow, she says softly, her eyes shining. You come back tomorrow, I be your date.
Something kicks in Walts chest, and it can only be his heart. Hed hardly dared hope that this woman could be had by a simple business transaction. But here she stands, waiting for his answer.
You come tomorrow? she asks. Or I make another date?
Walt swallows, trying to get his mind around the reality of whats being offered.
You no be sorry, the girl whispers. Me number one girl. Make you come many time. You feel twenty again. You like?
Walt gulps as he did as an eighteen-year-old in Tokyo when the first streetwalker climbed onto his leg and offered him something hed never heard of. Prostitution had been legal in Japan then, but it certainly wasnt in Texas, and hed almost popped the moment her warm flesh settled against the leg of his uniform.
Tomorrow, he says finally. Ill be your date tomorrow.
The girl extends her graceful hand and traces one fingernail along his chest. I like you. What I call you?
J.B.
Zhaybee?
Good enough.
Okay. I go now. Date waiting.
She turns away again, but this time, emboldened by her frankness, Walt reaches out and lays a fingertip on her scalloped collarbone. When she turns this time, he thinks he sees a flash of annoyance, but then the submissive smile of the Orient he remembers from so long ago returns. Yes, Zhaybee?
What do I call you?
Her smile broadens. So sorry. I forgot. I am Ming.
Ming?
Ming. Like the vase, yes?
I wont forget.
Bye for now.
Walt watches her lithe form glide across the carpet until she slips into the mass of fat American bodies crowding the slot machines.
I guess youre dumping me now, huh? Nancy says petulantly from behind him.
Walt turns, takes in the genuine hurt in her face, and tries to let her down easy. Weve had a good run, Nancy. Havent we?
Whats so great about her?
Whats not? Walt wonders.
Shes too damn skinny, Nancy says, too skinny by half. Nothing to hold on to when you get in the saddle.
Walt gives her a patient smile.
Course I guess that doesnt matter, since you cant saddle up anymore.
Despite the venom in her voice, Walt takes out his wallet and peels off $500 of Penns money.
We had a good run, honey. Will you take some advice from an old man?
Thats the only kind of vice I dont like, Nancy says, her face hard again. Advice.
Walt holds her eye, forcing her to see him straight.
Okay, okay, lets hear it.
Its nothing you havent heard before. But I want you to listen this time. Find another line of work.
Great. Thanks, granddad. You know how hard it is in this town to find a job that pays what I make on my back?
Find a new town. Girls dont live long in this racket.
For a few brief seconds Nancy looks back at him without affect, completely vulnerable, almost hopeful, but then a dealer calls a win, and she blinks, and the walls go back up, her eyes as opaque as plaster marbles.
Take care, Nancy. And thanks. You brought me luck.
CHAPTER
47
Caitlin has no idea how long shes been locked in the car trunk when the vehicle finally stops. As soon as she woke up, she found a taillight with her foot and kicked it out, but though she stuck her hand through the hole and waved it wildly, no one stopped the car.
Two doors open and close, then the trunk pops open. Someone lifts the lid. She hears gruff commandsthe accents Irish. Powerful hands seize her and lift her out of the trunk, letting her feet dangle to the ground. Fear is loose in her like a wild thing, but she keeps telling herself that if th
ey meant to kill her, they could have done it before now. Shes glad theyre holding her up. With the hood over her head, its difficult to maintain balance.
Im holding a Taser, says a voice. Try to run, Ill juice you. You wont like it. I can tell you from experience.
They march her forward at a rapid clip, then stop. Theres a jangle of keys. Suddenly she hears panting. A barrage of barking erupts close to her, and she hears heavy bodies slamming into a Cyclone fence. All at once she remembers Lindas note, about Quinn feeding Ben Li to dogs.
Get em back! shouts an Irishman. Goddamn it, go! Use bait if you have to.
One man lets go of Caitlin, but the yammering dogs keep hitting the fence. Caitlin wants to speak, but duct tape holds her jaw immo bile. After about a minute, the dogs race away and slam into what must be a different fence. Theres a metallic rattle, then the sound of an opening gate.
The man drags her through, then opens a door and leads her into a closed space that stinks of urine, old food, and dirty animals. She smells alcohol too, rubbing alcohol, plus other medical odors she cant identify. The floor feels like bare cement. They march her twenty steps, then stop and open another door with a key. This sounds like a real door, not a gate. Someone shoves her between the shoulder blades, driving her into the room. She almost stumbles, but keeps her feet long enough to collide with a wall opposite the door.
Were going to take the hood off. Be still, or you get the juice. Nod if you understand.
Caitlin nods once.
The black hood is whipped off her head, and blinding fluorescent light stabs her eyes. After a few seconds, she realizes its just a cheap bulb, and her vision clears. One man stands in front of her, wearing a balaclava mask. His lips show through the mask; they look bright red, filled with blood. His eyes are gray and hungry.
Take off your clothes, he says.
What?
Get em off!
No.
He jabs the Taser at her. You do it or I do. Itll hurt less if you do it.
Why do you want my clothes?
Fuckin hell, you mouthy cunt. Do what I tell ya!
Caitlin pulls her T-shirt over her head, then slides her jeans down and steps out of them.
Panties too. Everything.
With a hiss of anger, she pulls down the panties and tosses them at his feet.
Not bad, he says, his voice muffled by the hood. A little skinny for my taste, but, damn, youre a thoroughbred, arent you?
What do you think this is going to accomplish?
Ah well, thats up to your boyfriend, I reckon. You too. Lucky for you, hes got something we need. But lets see how coop erative you can be, eh? You shave it a little close down there, dont ya? I like it natural.
It takes a supreme act of will, but Caitlin turns and faces the wall. A barred window is set in it, but the bars dont look strong enough to hold a determined prisoner. She expects to feel the bite of the Taser at any moment, but all she hears is a closing door.
She starts to turn, but then the door opens again, just wide enough for a head. Hey, I like that side too. Better than the front, I think. Ill be seein ya, princess. Oh, yeah. Lots to look forward to.
This time when the door closes, a key turns in the lock, a heavy bolt shoots home, and muted steps go down the corridor.
Caitlin turns slowly in place, taking in every detail of the room. Its a simple square with plywood walls, a concrete floor, and a low ceiling that looks like the underside of a tin roof. A plastic dog bowl sits on the floor, filled with water. A pail stands beside it, empty, and she realizes that this is to be her toilet. A door slams somewhere, and the walls of her cell vibrate.
Well, this is what you get, she says aloud, walking forward and testing the bars with a steady pull. The bars arent set in the window, but screwed over it. She could have them off in a couple of hours. It cant be that easy, she thinks. Then she remembers the dogs.
Fuck, she whispers, realizing her situation at last. The bars werent put here to hold a human in this room, but a dog. I can use my wonderful opposable thumb to get the bars off, but the dogs are outside, hoping Ill drop through that window like food through a chute.
The sound of an engine reaches her, and after a grinding of gears, it slowly recedes into silence. Thinking theyve left her alone, Caitlin nearly jumps out of her skin when something bumps the wall to her left. At first she thinks its a dog, but then the sound comes again, a steady tapping against the plywood, low down on the wall. She drops into a crouch and puts her cheek against the wood.
Is someone there?
Three slow taps respond.
Who are you? Caitlin asks.
Who are you?
Caitlin Masters.
Theres silence for a few moments. Then a muffled female voice says, Penn Cages old girlfriend?
Yes! Tell me your name.
Theres a long pause. Then the voice says, Are you for real?
What do you mean?
You could be with them. Helping them. Quinn.
My God, no! They just kidnapped me. Ive been looking for Linda Church. Is that you, Linda?
You tell me the rest first. Why would they kidnap you?
Penn got your notefrom that Pentecostal girl. He thought youd got away safe, but I wasnt sure. I wanted to find you. I never stopped looking for you, Linda. I traced that girl from the Oneness church. And then the preacher, Simpson.
Caitlin hears soft whimpering. I want to believe you.
Linda, is it really you? Please tell me. What can it hurt? They already know youre here. They put you here.
I guess. I cant think right anymore. Im sick. My legs infected.
Caitlin remembers this from the note. Shed forgotten it, assuming that Linda had got medical care by now. Do you have fever?
Im burning up. But thats not the worst part.
Whats the matter?
Hes been doing it to me. Quinn.
Doing it?
Raping me. He started last night. Hes done it so much that Im getting a UTI. It hurts so bad when I have to pee, and I shiver all over afterward.
Did you tell Quinn that?
He gave me some pills he said would help. Antibiotics. Theyre for dogs, I think, but he said its all the same. But theyre not helping. If it gets any worse, I dont know what Ill do. I stopped drinking water so I wont have to pee.
You cant do that, Linda. You have to drink. Youll die if you dont.
Im going to die anyway. Theyll never let me out of here alive. Hes going to use me till hes tired of me, then feed me to the dogs. He told me.
Fear and outrage rush through Caitlin in a flood. Thats not going to happen. Listen to me, Linda. Were getting out of here!
How? Does anybody know where you are?
Caitlin doesnt want to admit the truth, but she cant bring herself to lie. No.
Then how are we going to get out? Theres dogs outside this kennel. Bulldogs and something else too. Big dogs. They dont even leave men to guard me most of the time. They dont have to. Its twenty feet to the fence. Even if you could get out of here, theyd tear you to pieces before you got to it.
Is that what this building is? A kennel?
Uh-huh. Youre in a regular room like an office. But the rest of its just two lines of fenced stalls with an aisle between. Theres cats in one stall down by the door. Thats it.
That helps. The more I know, the better chance we have. Ill think of something. You just drink your water and try to stay strong. Maybe the antibiotics will start to work. I know the bladder infection hurts. Ive had those myself. But you listen to me, girl. We are getting out of here. Do you hear me?
Yes.
Say it, Linda.
; Were getting out.
Say it like you believe it.
Im sorry. My throat hurts. Did they put a collar on you?
What?
A dog collar.
No.
Theyve got a dog collar on me, and its chained to a post. He only takes it off when he does it to me.
Jesus Christ.
If youre going to do something, please do it quick.
Caitlin thinks frantically. Are we by ourselves now? Did they really leave?
I think so.
Im sure I can get these bars off the window.
No! Dont do that! Youll draw the dogs. They could jump through that window if they tried.
Okay, okay, I wont. Caitlin looks around her cell again, then lifts her gaze to the cheap tin roof. What about the roof? Do you care if I try to get part of that open? Then I could get up on top and see whats out there.
After a brief silence, Linda says, I guess thats okay. Just dont fall off.
Caitlin flexes her hands, then takes hold of the window bars at shoulder height. With a mighty effort, she leans back and starts walking her feet up the wall, first to chest level, then past the window. Skinning the cat, they called it when she was a kid. Surprised she can still manage the maneuver, she keeps stretching and extending until her bare feet reach the edge of the low-lying ceiling, then begins kicking. By the fourth kick shes put a dent in the tin, but soon she has to unwind and drop back to the floor, panting and rubbing her hands. Shes not sure how long she can keep it up, but shes pretty sure a roofing nail has started to lift out of the two-by-four at the top of the wall.
CHAPTER
48
Today will be Annies first day back at St. Stephens, and she seems a little uncertain as we coast down the long drive of the school. Im not exactly at peace myself. Despite my cease-fire agreement with Jonathan Sands, Ive warned the headmaster and security guard to be on the lookout for strangers on the campus, and not to be shy about calling 911 if they see any. Chief Logan has prepped the dispatcher to send two squad cars to St. Stephens with sirens blaring if theres even a hint of trouble.