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Lockdown rl-1

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by Sean Black


  Twenty-nine

  On the way, they dropped off Janice at a neat suburban house in Dix Hills, owned by a woman whose daughter had also suffered from MS and who had met Janice in a support group for families affected by the condition. The woman took one look at Lock and hustled Janice into her home, slamming the door without a backward glance.

  Lock called back in to Meditech and got Brand, who informed him with delight that Ty was being held by the Feds, and that both Van Stratens were far from happy bunnies. Lock thanked him for the update. None of it mattered: they were getting closer to Josh. Lock could feel it.

  On the way to the shelter, Don filled Lock in on Cody’s background. Run by volunteers, and used to house animals ‘liberated’ by the movement, there were shelters dotted around the country. A kind of Underground Railroad for quadrupeds, Lock thought. When animals were taken, they were still technically the property of the company that had been using them for experiments, so the shelters where they were kept tended to stay off the radar. Only the most trusted of activists knew their location, which made Lock wonder just where Don Stokes fell on the spectrum of extremism.

  The shelter they were about to visit was run by a woman with whom Cody had an on-off relationship.

  A chorus of barking from the back of the house greeted their arrival. Lock checked his Sig. When he saw the gun, Don’s attitude shifted.

  ‘No guns,’ he said.

  ‘What?’

  ‘It’s one of the rules.’

  ‘One of the rules for you whackjobs maybe. I’ve got my own rules. And right around number six is, when confronting a wanted felon, carry a gun.’

  ‘You’re not gonna turn him in, are you?’

  ‘That all depends.’

  ‘On what?’

  ‘If he has Josh Hulme,’ Lock said, failing to add that if Cody did have him, he’d be turning him in as a corpse.

  ‘He doesn’t. You have to believe me.’

  ‘Let’s go see, then.’

  In truth, Lock had no intention of handing Cody Parker to the authorities. Not yet, anyway. If Cody was arrested, Lock knew the first thing he’d do would be to lawyer up and take the Fifth.

  The house had been painted white but had faded to yellow, and the front yard was overgrown. Don led the way round the side. Lock followed a few steps behind. They were greeted by a pack of dogs who bounded up to them, a blur of wagging tails and lolling tongues. A boisterous yellow Labrador Retriever, shaped like a bowling ball and carrying about the same momentum, shoved its nose into Lock’s crotch. The top of the dog’s head showed a rectangular scar pattern where its skin had been peeled away. Lock wondered if it was the poster dog for the Meditech protests. He scratched behind its ears and it nuzzled in even closer to him.

  ‘That’s Angel. She was pulled out of a lab in Austin.’

  They turned the corner to find Cody Parker, lugging an industrial-size bag of puppy chow. He stared at Lock for a second before turning to Don, but made no move. Nor did he seem to register any grief. Maybe the woman Don had spoken to hadn’t yet broken the bad news.

  ‘They got her, huh?’ he said to Don.

  Uh-oh, thought Lock, here we go. All aboard the paranoid express.

  Cody threw down the sack of chow. ‘Who’s this?’

  ‘Ryan Lock.’

  Cody was a big guy with a hooker-blonde ponytail that snaked halfway down his back. Six four and two hundred and ten pounds, none of it fat.

  ‘I remember now. Meditech. Come to kill me too?’ Cody asked, shifting another bag.

  ‘You don’t really believe that?’ Lock said, caught flat-footed by the question.

  ‘That my mother was murdered or that you’re here to kill me?’ Cody stood, feet apart, arms by his side, way too relaxed to believe the second part. ‘If it’s the latter, I don’t see why you’d have brought a witness.’

  ‘OK, so why would someone have wanted to murder your mom?’

  ‘Because they think I’ve got something.’

  ‘What’s that?’

  ‘I said they think I have, not that I do.’

  ‘One of the places Cody was staying got robbed a few weeks back,’ Don said, filling in.

  Lock thought back to the apartment in the Bronx. How low did a burglar’s ambitions have to be to target a shithole like that, never mind kill an old lady?

  ‘What’d they take?’

  ‘Papers mostly.’

  ‘What was in them?’

  ‘Details of places they torture animals.’

  ‘You mean laboratories?’

  ‘Among other places.’

  ‘But Meditech are discontinuing their animal testing.’

  ‘That’s what they all say.’

  ‘Listen, I’m here to find Josh Hulme.’

  ‘He thinks you took him,’ added Don.

  Cody didn’t blink. ‘And why would I want to do that?’

  ‘Because you’re capable of it,’ Lock interjected.

  ‘Everyone’s capable of some serious shit if they’re pushed hard enough.’

  ‘So would you mind if I had a look around?’

  ‘Go right ahead.’

  Lock crossed to the screen door at the back of the house. Cody, Don and the Labrador followed him inside. He tried to shoo the dog away but it plodded on after him.

  ‘Must be more messed up in the head than we thought,’ Cody mused, with a nod to the dog.

  Lock scratched at her scar as she rubbed against his legs. If Cody had Josh here, he was remarkably calm.

  ‘You know a girl called Natalya Verovsky?’

  ‘Know the name, sure. Same as I know the name of Richard Hulme. And his son. Been all over the news.’

  ‘You know the FBI are looking for you?’

  ‘Not about this they ain’t.’

  ‘Only a matter of time. I doubt grave robbery to kidnapping would be much of a stretch for a jury. Unless you’re denying digging up Eleanor Van Straten as well.’

  Cody looked straight at Don. A dead giveaway. Cody knew it too. ‘Have to plead the Fifth on that one, my friend,’ he said. ‘But lemme ask you a question.’

  Lock stopped in the middle of the living room. ‘Go ahead.’

  ‘Why’d Gray Stokes get his head blown off? And don’t give me that stale bullshit the media have been feeding the folks at home about the sniper aiming for Van Straten and missing. That was some cold shit right there. One shot. One kill.’

  ‘I can’t answer that question.’

  Cody stared straight at him. ‘Well I can.’

  Lock sat down on a couch matted with dog hair. Angel dropped her head in his lap and stared up at him with thousand-year-old brown eyes. ‘Enlighten me, then,’ he said.

  ‘Are you for real, brother? Stokes and everyone else in the movement had been yanking Meditech’s chain for months. The way we saw it, if we could get them to stop using animals, a big power-house corporation like that, all the others would fall into line. But they dug their heels in. Just kept hiring more and more guys like you. Then, out of the clear blue sky, they cave. How come?’

  Lock was silent.

  ‘Man, I might not have all the answers, but at least I’ve got some of the right questions,’ Cody said.

  ‘Say they got tired of the intimidation,’ Lock offered. ‘It happens.’

  Cody burst out laughing. ‘To individuals, sure. But to a company who’re going after a big contract from the Pentagon?’

  ‘What?’

  ‘Oh, but nobody’s supposed to know about that, are they?’

  ‘So how come you do?’

  ‘You think we don’t have people on the inside too? People might join a company like Meditech, buying into all the soft soap about curing cancer, but some of them open their eyes. It’s all about the money. Always has been. Always will be.’

  ‘So what’s this got to do with Josh Hulme? Or Gray Stokes, for that matter?’

  ‘Like I said, I’ve only got the questions. But it doesn’t take a genius to figure
that settling should have been the last thing on Van Straten’s mind. Big contract like that means more testing. More animals tortured, like your new best friend there.’ Cody nodded towards Angel, who’d now fallen asleep with her head on Lock’s lap. ‘But call a truce is what they did, and next minute Janice is picking her pa’s brains off the sidewalk. He knew something, my friend. Knew something big enough to get them to back down and get him killed at the same time.’

  ‘OK, so what did he know?’

  Cody clapped his hands together. ‘Bravo, Mr “Take the Corporate Dollar”. Now you’re asking the right questions. Listen, I got some stuff around here somewhere, might help you out. Let me get it for you.’

  ‘Thought all your stuff was stolen.’

  Cody’s lips parted, forcing a smile. ‘Not all of it.’

  Cody stepped out of the room. Less than five seconds later there was the sound of a screen door slamming shut and Cody running. Lock was immediately up and on his feet, turfing Angel on to the floor. Angel righted herself and slammed into Lock’s legs. He stumbled, but stayed on his feet.

  As he hit the doorway, Don made a point of blocking his way. Lock shoulder-charged him to the ground and bolted outside, just in time to see a red pick-up take off down the driveway, snow and mud spinning up from its rear tyres.

  Lock pulled his gun, but the truck was already out of effective range to hit the tyres, and he didn’t think shooting an unarmed civilian, even a wanted fugitive, without proper authority would go down too well. He re-holstered the Sig as Don came outside.

  Don read the look Lock gave him. ‘I’m sorry I got in your way, but Cody’s my friend.’

  ‘And you’d make a sacrifice for your friends, right?’

  ‘And for the movement.’

  ‘Well, I admire your principled stand,’ Lock said, grabbing Don’s wrist and finishing what he’d started. It snapped with a dull crack.

  Don screamed in agony. ‘Son of a bitch! You broke it! You broke my wrist!’

  ‘Do something like that again and I’ll break your neck.’

  Thirty

  Lock pulled away from the house with an ageing yellow Labrador riding shotgun in the front passenger seat, instead of Josh Hulme. Angel had followed him and Don out to the car, jumped in, and then refused to budge. Lock had stared at her, and she’d stared right back. Screw it, Lock had thought, what’s one more damaged case in a car full of them?

  ‘Where we going now?’ asked Don from the back seat.

  Lock flicked down the button to secure the rear doors. ‘You, asshole, are going to jail.’

  ‘I found him for you.’

  ‘And then you helped him get away.’

  ‘He doesn’t have the kid.’

  ‘So why’d he run?’

  ‘He’s wanted, that’s why. But not for this.’

  Lock swivelled round. ‘He is now.’

  ‘You should have listened to him,’ Don pleaded.

  ‘Gimme a break. You people think everyone’s out to get you.’

  ‘OK, fine, so why did my dad know he was going to die?’

  ‘He told you that?’

  ‘He didn’t have to.’

  As Angel stuck her head as close to the climate control vent as she could get it, Lock studied Don in the rear-view. ‘Keep talking.’

  ‘You ever hear that speech Martin Luther King gave in Memphis before he was shot?’

  ‘The “I Have a Dream” one?’ Lock ventured.

  ‘No. This one was about climbing to the top of the mountain, about how the civil rights movement was winning, but about how he might not be there to see the final victory. Something like that anyway. But the thing about it is, when you see the film of it, it’s like he knows that he doesn’t have long left.’

  ‘People had tried to kill King before.’

  ‘Yeah, but this was different.’

  Lock’s anger at Don had settled enough to rekindle his interest. ‘So what’s that got to do with your father? You think he knew someone was going to try and take his life?’

  ‘No, nothing that specific, but, well, it’s like he knew something was up. Just the odd thing he’d say. About how things were about to change, that we had to stay strong.’

  ‘Janice told me you’d had threats. You get any in the days leading up to it?’

  ‘No, everything had gone really quiet on that front.’

  ‘Maybe your folks didn’t want to say anything,’ Lock suggested.

  ‘Believe me, I would have known. What’s the point of making a threat otherwise?’

  ‘Maybe you should ask your sister that. Or your buddy Cody.’

  Don had a point, though. Lock had to acknowledge that. In a crowd, he never worried about the crazy guy shouting obscenities, working himself up into a lather and making all sorts of threats. You only had to worry when they went quiet. There was an ocean of difference between someone telling you they were about to commit an act of violence and someone resolving to do it. Someone who’d resolved to do it wouldn’t feel the need to tell the world about it. In fact, the last thing they would do is broadcast the fact and give the other person the jump.

  As Don sulked in the back, Lock dropped back down on to the Long Island Expressway. Angel had somehow managed to push her head under the steering wheel and rest it on Lock’s lap again. It made shifting gears tricky. Lock rested one hand on the steering wheel and stroked the dog’s head with the other, grateful for the relative calm and the time it gave him to decide what to do next.

  He’d leave the FBI to chase down Cody Parker. They could have Don too. That left him back at square one. And neatly etched inside that square was a dead woman.

  Lock stopped off at a convenience store next to the West Jericho Turnpike and picked up a bag of dried dog food, bottled water, and two bowls. Angel dined al fresco in the freezing parking lot before sauntering over to a patch of grass at the rear of the store and carefully selecting the right spot to take a leak. Then she followed Lock back to the car and jumped on the front seat.

  ‘This is a temporary arrangement, so don’t go getting any ideas,’ he told her. ‘And if they somehow need you to cure cancer I’m kicking your ass to the curb. Comprende?’

  Angel cocked her head.

  ‘And you can knock off cute shit like that.’

  Don leaned forward through the gap between the front seats. ‘So where are we going now?’

  ‘We aren’t going anywhere,’ Lock replied. ‘I’m going back to work, and you’re going to jail.’

  Thirty-one

  What Federal Plaza really needed was a bigger set of revolving doors, thought Lock as he pushed Don in one direction while Ty was being led out by Frisk in the other.

  ‘Trade you,’ said Lock, propelling Don towards Frisk.

  ‘I was letting him go anyway,’ said Frisk with a nod of the head towards Ty.

  ‘Really? I thought damaging federal property was a serious offence.’

  Ty took in Don’s limp hand. ‘So’s breaking some guy’s wrist.’

  Frisk reached down to tickle Angel’s ear and noticed the scar. ‘So what’d the dog do to you?’

  ‘She was like that when I found her,’ Lock said. He glanced back at Don. ‘For the record, so was he.’

  ‘Uh-huh.’

  ‘I don’t think he believes you,’ said Ty.

  ‘Being suspicious is what I’m paid to be,’ Frisk said. He jerked his head towards Don. ‘What’s his story?’

  ‘Black sheep of the Stokes family.’

  ‘That must take some application.’

  ‘That’s what I thought. But he did find Cody Parker for me.’

  This seemed to pique Frisk’s attention. ‘Where is he?’

  ‘Gone,’ said Lock.

  ‘But you saw him?’

  ‘Briefly.’

  ‘You see the boy?’

  ‘I don’t think he has him.’

  This got a reaction from all three men. Don seemed the most surprised. ‘That’s what I’ve
been trying to tell you,’ he said.

  Lock silenced him with a glance. ‘When I want your opinion, Donald, I’ll be sure to give it to you.’

  ‘So how come you think Parker doesn’t have the boy?’ Frisk asked.

  ‘He’s not the type.’

  ‘That’s it?’

  ‘Hey, I spoke to him. More than you guys have managed.’

  ‘And then you let him go.’

  ‘He escaped. There’s a difference.’

  Frisk put a hand on Don Stokes’ shoulder. ‘OK, well, let me see what I can get from this chump.’

  ‘You might want to get him some medical attention for that wrist. He caught it in the car door when Parker was making a run for it.’

  Ty and Lock waited until they were a block clear before they spoke.

  ‘So what’s really going on?’ Ty asked.

  ‘What I told Frisk. Apart from Don getting his hand stuck in the car door. I broke it.’

  ‘Well, duh.’

  ‘Ever decreasing circles, Tyrone. Whisper it, but I don’t think the animal rights people have Josh Hulme.’

  ‘So who does?’

  ‘Maybe it’s just a straight K and R.’

  ‘Mighty big coincidence.’

  ‘Or not. Meditech’s in the news. Everyone knows they’re big enough to have a sizeable policy. Kidnapper’s not going to go near someone like Van Straten for fear of getting offed, so they grab the kid of the chief research scientist. Week before, it could have been the CEO of Microsoft. We just got unlucky.’

  ‘Only Richard Hulme isn’t covered.’

  ‘Could be they didn’t know that.’

  ‘So where does that leave us?’

  ‘I can’t get past the au pair.’

  ‘Because she’s Russian?’

  ‘What’s one of the fastest growing crimes for profit internationally over the past five years?’

  ‘Kidnap for ransom.’

  ‘And who has led the way?’

  ‘Islamists, Colombians and Russians.’

  ‘Except the Colombians stay on their own turf, as do the Islamists — which leaves the Russians. The wave’s been moving west though. Remember that banker’s family they took in Frankfurt? And the stockbroker in London? He traded half his firm’s cash reserve without anyone knowing. It was only going to be a matter of time before they made it to North America. And not knowing the territory, they go after whoever has the highest profile and the lowest security.’

 

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