by Greg Iles
I get you.
After you, his fear is Hull. If Po doesnt show, Hulls going after Sandss scalp. So Sands has to have an exit strategy in that event too. Just keep all that in mind while youre winging it.
I will.
Kelly grins at last. Weve been here before, bro. If the wheels come off, hit the deck and listen for me. Ill be right with you.
I know you will.
Kelly looks to his left, over the long gangplank that leads to the main deck of the Queen. Theres our buddy, he says, lifting a hand to wave at Seamus Quinn. Im gonna give you one for Linda Church before were done, you mick bastard.
Arent you Irish too?
Sure. What?
Nothing. Just take it easy. We didnt come to fight.
Im easy, baby. Lets do it.
As we walk across the broad gangplank, I lean toward Kelly. You think itll be Sandss office or belowdecks?
Interrogation room, he whispers. The Devils Punchbowl.
Why there?
He laughs loudly, as though Ive just told a joke. In case they decide to shoot us. Easier to dump the bodies.
I cant tell if hes kidding or not, and before I have time to think about it, were through the main door of the casino, where a doorman with gold-braid epaulets and a captains cap greets us in an Ol Man River bass.
This way, gents, Quinn says from behind him in a surprisingly professional voice. Were within earshot of fifty customers playing the slot machines, so some rudimentary courtesy is called for. Quinn leads us down the length of the three-hundred-foot-long saloon. The sunset has lit the skylights a brilliant orange with purple shading, and for a moment this sight behind the glittering chandeliers makes me dizzy. A second later, though, I see Chief Don Logan standing at the head of the escalator that leads to the Queens upper or hurricane deck.
Logan and a handpicked team of plainclothes police detectives are here to take charge of the recorders planted by Jiao as soon as we vacate the room where the meeting is held. Logan will kill time playing slots on the hurricane deck, and when I appear afterwardeither from Sandss office or from the interrogation room in the bowels of the bargeIll signal the chief by touching the top of my head, and he and his men will move to retrieve the appropriate recorder.
What did I tell you? Kelly says softly.
Quinn has walked us behind a partition three-quarters of the way down the saloon, where a brass-plated elevator waits discreetly for staff with business belowdecks.
Quinn punches a nine-digit code into a keypad beside the doors, and they open with a soft whir. The elevator is surprisingly spacious, and Kelly stands unnecessarily close to Quinn during the brief descent.
Stand back, queer boy, Quinn says, now that were away from the paying customers.
Kelly laughs but doesnt move.
When the doors open, three security men in black coats stand waiting for us, wands in hand.
Assume the position, Quinn says, gesturing at the wall to our left.
Kelly and I flatten our hands on the wall and spread our legs, though Kelly mutters under his breath for effect. As per the terms set for this meeting, neither of us is carrying a weapon, but as strong hands pat and probe me, Quinn says, Ive half a mind to poke a light up Ponytails arse, to make sure he hasnt got one o them knives stuck up it.
Kelly mocks a girlish squeal. Thats just the excuse you need to check out what you been craving since you saw me, isnt it?
Quinn is cursing when one of the wands stops and hovers at my belly button, beeping softly.
What is it? asks Quinn.
Probably my belt buckle, I say, straightening up.
Not so fast, says Quinn, gripping my upper arm. Take your belt off.
What for?
Jaysus, just do it.
With obvious reluctance I remove my belt. The guard wands my belly while Quinn feels his way along the belt. His hand stops, then with a chiding smirk he draws a knife from his boot and slices the leather on the inside of the belt. One flick of the knifepoint exposes a thin wire antenna, and he rips out the transmitter with a laugh.
Sneaky bastard. Wouldnt have thought it of you, Your Honor.
Quinn uses this find as an excuse to have the men go over Kelly again, but they discover nothing. Telling the guards to stay where they are, Quinn leads us down a narrow corridor. The barge really feels like a ship down here, with hatches dividing the compartments instead of doors. Suddenly Quinn stops, then twists the wheel on a hatch, pushes it open, and motions for us to follow him.
Kelly enters first, and I follow him into a long, dim room. The walls are black, but two large TV screens in a far corner to my right glow with changing images of the casino decks above. Three chairs have been placed in a rough triangle near the hatch, facing inward. Two are occupied, the nearest by Jonathan Sands, whos wearing a business suit, and the other by a man who must be William Hull, who looks nothing like I imagined. He has a lean, well-muscled frame, and his face is long and angular. The bureaucrat I imagined vanishes, replaced by this figure who looks more like a Cold Warera military officer.
Deeper into the room stands a single, more substantial chair. With a roll of my stomach I realize this is the chair where Ben Li and Linda Church were tortured. Beside it stands the cart that held the electrical generator. Inside this cart, Jiao is supposed to have planted one of the microrecorders.
You a furniture aficionado? Hull asks with his faint trace of Southern accent. South Carolina, maybe.
Beyond the torture chair, against what must be the hull of the barge, a metal staircase leads up to a hatch near the ceiling of the room. An escape hatch? At some level I register that we must be below the level of the river. I was just thinking about something that happened in that chair.
Nothings ever happened in that chair, Sands says, looking up at me with unnerving intensity. The skin of his balding head seems stretched even tighter over his skull, if thats possible, and his cheeks look hollow. Apparently not even Jonathan Sands is immune to the effects of stress.
Why are we down here? I ask.
Privacy, says Hull.
We never shut off the security cameras on the boat, says Sands. If we were anywhere but in here or my office, you could subpoena our hard drives.
Look what I found on Hizzoner, says Quinn, handing the small transmitter to Sands. Bastard was planning to tape the whole meeting.
Hull gives a theatrical frown, then looks up at me. Is there any further point to this meeting, Cage? If this was just an excuse for you to entrap us, you should let us get on with our business.
The tape wasnt the point, I say. Ive just never seen a government attorney act with such cavalier disregard for the law, and I wanted some kind of record.
Sorry to disappoint. Sit down and speak your piece.
As I take my chair, I realize theres a man standing in the shadows behind Hull. He looks more like a Green Beret than an FBI agent. Quinn closes the door behind us, leaving six of us in the room. With an almost antiquated feeling of symmetry, Kelly stands behind me, Quinn behind Sands, and the Green Beret behind Hull.
Well? says Hull.
I want to know the terms of your plea agreement with Sands. What happens to him after tonight, if the Po sting is successful?
He testifies against Po in federal court.
In exchange for?
Hull shakes his head. Im not at liberty to disclose that.
Mr. Hull thats why were here. I think youd do just about anything to get Pos scalp, at this point. For instance, you might promise to let Sands keep his interest in Golden Parachute. You might even try to use some Homeland Security, national-interest bullshit to keep the State of Mississippi from prosecuting him on other charges. Im here to make sure that doesnt
happen.
Sands looks expectantly at Hull, but Hull doesnt deliver the withering broadside Sands apparently expects.
Thats what I figured, I say. Well, its not going to happen.
Hull sighs. What exactly do you want?
I want to know that Sands isnt going to vanish into federal custody the second Po is in your hands.
And how do I prove that to you? You want a letter of agreement?
I chuckle at this. I want plainclothes Natchez police detectives beside Sands from now until five minutes before Pos expected touchdown, and within sight of him until the moment you take Po into custody.
Hes out of his fucking mind, says Sands, not even deigning to look at me.
Hull gestures for the Irishman to be silent.
That could create practical difficulties, the lawyer says calmly. If Po has anyone watching Sandsand he well maythen seeing men like that might spook him. Small-town police detectives dont have the training to blend into the scene I foresee tonight.
Im not negotiating, Hull. Im telling you what I need in order to give you the time you need to bust Po. Otherwise, we take Sands now. Ive got police standing by to arrest him, and Ive got the district attorney ready to take him before a grand jury in the morning.
Sands shifts in his seat like a man preparing to spring to his feet. Quinn looks even more tense.
Shad Johnsons no longer playing for your team, I tell Sands. Ive got the evidence to bury you right now, and Shad knows it.
Hull holds up his hands to calm his informant, and in this moment I sense the frightening tension between them. Penn, youve got to be reasonable here. Youve got to try to see the larger picture.
Ive tried to do that, William. I honestly have. As a former prosecutor, I have a lot of empathy for your position. But the crimes your informant has committed in the past week alone
Were part of the very operation thats about to take place. The dogfighting
Dogfighting doesnt even register on the scale hes established in the past few days.
Hull looks at his steel watch and winces. Edward Pos a well-known breeder of fighting dogs. Sands had to use whatever bait he could to lure Po onto U.S. soil.
That doesnt change the fact that every instance of it is a felony.
Christ, Cage, you cant be that much of a Boy Scout. You worked in Houston for twelve years. You dealt with major crimes.
Mostly murder. Not this pseudo-spook stuff. Thats why this case sticks in my craw. Jonathan Sands murdered or ordered the murders of Tim Jessup, Ben Li, and Linda Church, all employees of the Magnolia Queen, all of whom were in a position to supply enough evidence to put him in state prison for the rest of his life. He also ordered the kidnapping of Caitlin Masters. All those crimes are capital offenses in Mississippi. Tim Jessup was a friend of mine, but even if he werent, this man would not go unpunished. I dont give a damn what federal authority you try to invoke, once you have Po, this son of a bitch is going to jail. Either he does hard time as part of your plea with him, or Shad Johnson sends him to Parchman for murder and kidnapping.
Sands leans in from my left and laughs in my face. You dont get it, mate. If I dont cooperate, Hull doesnt get Po. And I dont cooperate unless Im guaranteed immunity from prosecution. Full immunity. End of story.
Not quite, I say. If Edward Po doesnt show up for your little Roman spectacle tonightand Id lay ten-to-one odds that he wontdo you really believe that Hulls going back to Washington empty-handed? After all the time and money hes spent on this? No. In that case Quinns going to get the free pass, and youll wake up as the most vicious criminal in America. I can see the headlines now: Irish mob man kills defenseless dogs, launders money for the Chinese triads. Possible links to terrorism.
As Quinn glares at me from behind Sandss head, I see that Sands has obviously considered this possibility.
After all, I go on, all were sure Seamus did is rape Linda Church and kill a few dogs. Maybe he killed Tim Jessup, maybe he didnt. But he can tell us everything you did. And without Po in hand, youre the big fish everyones going to want to fry.
Why the fuck are we even listening to this? Sands snaps, getting to his feet so fast that Quinn jumps back to get clear.
Because I have evidence, Mr. Sands I say evenly. Hard evidence. I can bust you for money laundering right now. Chief Logan is standing by on the shore, and all the FBI agents in the world cant stop him. I lean back and look up at Sands with all the hatred in my heart flowing through my eyes. This is still the United States of America, asshole. Thats why youre listening.
Hull looks worried. You dont have cops where somebody could see them, do you?
Take it easy, William. I want Po busted almost as badly as you do. I understand the priorities here. But I dont think hes coming. And Im making sure that in the heat of the moment, this psycho doesnt slip away to a fairy-tale ending.
While Sands flexes his fists like a man preparing to beat down a door, Hull stands, turns his chair around, then straddles it and looks at me like a sergeant about to dress down his troops. I probably already have enough audio evidence to ruin Hulls career, but I have a feeling were headed into serious criminal territory.
Let me give you the facts of life, the lawyer says in a stern voice. Sands may be a psychopath, but who really gives a fuck? Do you think Id be wasting my time with him if he couldnt deliver? The NSA confirmed that Pos Dassault Falcon lifted off from Madrid Barajas Airport in Spain five hours ago. He was directly observed loading three Tosa Tokens aboard, and
Tosa Tokens?
Fighting dogs, Cage! Po thinks hes bringing them here to fight a man.
The reality that Edward Po might actually be falling for Hulls trap hits me for the first time, and the force of the realization shocks me. How long till he gets here?
Barring unforeseen delaylike this absurd bullshitthree to four hours.
Sands looks down at Hull. Youd better straighten this bastard out, Will.
Hes seeing the light. Cage, do you know who you are in all this? Ive read your file from cover to cover. You think youre Atticus Finch and Thomas Jefferson rolled into one, but Ill tell you who you are. Barney Fife. Barney fucking Fife, with one bullet in your gun, aimed straight at your own foot. Im fighting for the national security of this nation, and youre busting my balls over collateral damage that doesnt add up to one days casualties in Iraq or Afghanistan. Do you read me?
Loud and clear. But were not in Iraq. And the laws of this country apply to you as well as to Sands. When you gave me the proof of life I asked for yesterday, you proved yourself an accessory to kidnapping.
Hull laughs outright. Youre joking, right? Do you seriously think youll be able to trace that text message back to me? There are so many cutouts between those communications shit, you wont even be permitted to access the records. He gets to his feet and kicks over the chair he was straddling. This meetings over.
I stand also, knowing Ive got more evidence than Id hoped for.
All right, I say with seeming resignation. If Po is really coming, take your best shot at getting him. I want you to get him. But I want Natchez cops standing by within a half mile of the sting.
Hull shakes his head. We cant risk it. I give you my word, Sands will still be on U.S. soil tomorrow. Thats the best I can do.
You gave me your word that Caitlin Masters would be safe last night, but she was nearly killed by your informants attack dogs, and the woman she was being held with died as Sandss prisoner. Your word means nothing to me. Im calling in my cops.
We cant let you do that.
How are you going to stop me? If I dont walk off this boat under my own power, Logans men come aboard. If we have a s
hoot-out, or even a standoff, Pos jet is heading back to Spain.
Hull looks at Sands, then back at me. One man, he says finally. You can put one detective with us tonight.
No, says Sands, feeling the tide turn against him.
It makes no difference, Hull says, looking hard at the Irishman.
It does to me.
Well, thats the way it is. Who do you want, Cage? Whoever it is, make sure he has a nice suit.
Kelly, I say without hesitation.
No fucking way, blurts Quinn.
Sands, too, is shaking his head.
Anybody else is like no guard at all, I say. Sands could put down a city cop without breaking stride. I want someone who can control him.
Kelly it is, says Hull. Does he own a suit?
Hell have one in fifteen minutes.
Then were done here. Hull nods at the door, and the Green Beret steps forward and opens it. Quinn and Sands look like theyre on the ragged edge of making a move, but Hulls bodyguard projects the feeling that he wasnt party to the firearms prohibition governing this meeting.
Kellys hand is in the small of my back, pushing me through the hatch. He clearly doesnt want the two of us left in the room with Sands and Quinn. As I pass into the corridor, Im acutely conscious that Im leaving behind the taped evidence that will give me control of William Hull, but theres nothing to be done about this, short of fighting the two Irishmen for it. Ill have to trust that Logan and his men can get down here and retrieve the recorder without trouble.
What fills my mind as we move up the passageway behind Hull is the real possibility of nailing Edward Po. I never quite believed that the billionaire would risk stepping onto U.S. soil, but maybe Hull knew his prey well, and did what was required to draw him into the net.
At the elevator we all bunch up again as we wait for Quinn to arrive and punch in the security code. The other three guards have gone, but when the elevator arrives and the doors open, its all we can do to fit the six of us inside the car.