by Easton, Don
CC and Charlie Wells were in the Homicide office when CC received a call. It took her a few minutes to calm Mr. Burnside down.
“I got another warning from the bikers! Told me to get out of the city now! This time I’m doin’ it!”
“Why? What did they say? Did this guy meet you in person?”
“Yeah. Same guy as before. Big guy with a goatee. He said that the pervert has really gone berserk. Thinks he’s murderin’ people right now!”
“Who?”
“I don’t know. The biker just told me that after this guy molested one of the girls, he buddied up to her later without her knowin’ it was him. You know, like I told ya, he wore a mask.”
“You told me.”
“Yeah, well anyway, I guess he gave this girl a place to live with his sister someplace.”
“Why did he do that?”
“I don’t know, but now he’s going to kill ’em.”
“He’s going to murder this girl and his sister?”
“Not quite. I guess the girl is meetin’ with the pervert’s lady friend. Got him paranoid that the girl has clued in and is talkin’.”
“You don’t have any idea who? Anything at all to help?”
“Remember I told ya I once got this creep’s licence plate number?”
“Yes.”
Well, I found it.”
She motioned for Charlie Wells to come over to her desk. “Quick, run this! It’s the pervert’s plate from the motel.”
Moments later, Charlie walked back into the office as CC hung up the telephone. She noticed he looked ill and appeared to be at a loss for words. “What is it?” she asked.
Charlie shook his head and waved a printout of the registration in front of him. “You’re not going to believe it. The plate. You’re not going to believe it.”
“Damn it, Charlie! Out with it!”
“It’s registered to Jack Taggart!”
“Bullshit!” CC looked at the registration, then quickly looked through her notebook.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ll tell you in a sec. I’m calling the Anderson parents.”
CC’s worst fears were realized moments later, when she spoke with Elizabeth and learned that they were looking after a girl by the name of Marcie. A girl who was having lunch with Jack’s girlfriend, Dr. Natasha Trovinski. Elizabeth didn’t know the name of the restaurant, but she did know the name of the mall. CC told her that she had some routine questions. Nothing urgent. No need to bother Jack on his cellphone.
CC hung up the phone and leaned back in her chair. “Oh, God! No!”
“What is it?”
“The sick bastard felt guilty for killing his sister’s kids so he found some street kid to live with them. Now he’s going to kill her and some doctor that the kid’s talking to!”
“So we come clean with him?” asked Danny.
“Wait to see what Sid has to say,” replied Jack. “One guess as to who called him!”
“Turn right,” said Danny, as he studied the map.
“Depending on what he says, I might admit that I was Trimble. He told me that he hadn’t told anyone, so that’s a good sign.”
“You feel you can trust him?”
“I don’t know,” said Jack, “but how much could Wigmore really tell him without divulging stuff about himself?”
Jack parked the car in front of a triple-car garage that protruded from one end of Bishop’s estate, and then he followed Danny on the slate-stone path that meandered alongside the garage and up to the main entrance. Plastic sheeting was draped over the porch and onto the steps leading up. Bishop stepped out the front door carrying a can of paint and set it down. He looked startled when he saw them approach and said, “I didn’t expect you this soon. Come on in!”
Natasha turned on her side and looked at Thumper when he sat on the edge of the bunk. He leered down at her and said, “I have to admit, your pig boyfriend has good taste in women.”
“You won’t get away with this,” replied Natasha. “Jack will find you. You hurt either one of us and I can guarantee that it will be nothing compared to what he will do to you,” she said, matter-of-factly.
Thumper chuckled, then said, “I hate to break it to you, lady, but your pig boyfriend is a pussy. I kicked the shit out of him last Sunday. Took me all of about twenty seconds, and that was without really trying.”
“You’re the one who did that?”
“The pussy told ya? Of course! He’d go crying to you to fix him up.”
“You know something? As a doctor, I’ve discovered that men like you, who like to fight, are really compensating for the fact that they have a penis about the size of a peanut. Jack is much more of a man than you could ever dream of being.”
Thumper stood up, and his voice was menacing. “Talk like that, bitch, and you’ll find out how big my peanut is!”
“Really? You think you could get it up enough for me to quit laughing!”
Thumper stared down at her for a moment, then sneered and said, “Naw, I know your little game. You figure if I drop my strides and fuck you, it will give you a chance to escape.”
Natasha stared sullenly back, shrugged, and said, “Something like that.”
Thumper chuckled, then considered her for a moment and said, “Maybe you’re in luck. I like games.” He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a hunting knife. “There is a little thing that The Suit has about DNA … but you know something?”
Natasha stared back without responding.
Thumper reached into a pocket and held out a condom. “I’m not too worried about DNA!”
Natasha edged farther back on the bunk, pulling her knees close to her chest.
“No, don’t, mister,” said Marcie. “Leave us alone.”
Thumper looked at Marcie and said, “I’m not talking to you, you little whore.” He opened the bathroom door beside the bunk and said, “Get in there and wait. If you speak again or try to open this door, I’ll kill the doc immediately and you right after!”
“Do it, Marcie. Do what he says,” said Natasha quietly.
Natasha saw the tears running down Marcie’s face. She slowly eased herself down off the bunk and went inside the bathroom.
“I’ve already searched in there, so you might as well sit quietly until I tell you to come out,” said Thumper, closing the door.
Natasha sized up the situation. Even if Marcie did decide to run, she couldn’t open the door without it banging into Thumper … unless she got him completely up on the bunk with her.
Thumper looked at the bathroom door and then back at Natasha. He smiled and said, “I’ll tell you how this little game will be played. I’ll give ya a chance to escape. A real good chance. But if you take that chance and lose, then you fuck me and you fuck me hard. Understood?”
“You’ve got the knife,” Natasha said. “Is that what you call giving me a chance?”
“I said I’ll give ya a good chance. Here it is!” said Thumper, tossing the knife down beside Natasha’s hand and stepping back.
Natasha grabbed the knife and pushed herself back on the bunk, expecting him to attack. He stood where he was, then faked a yawn and turned his back toward her and gazed toward the exit.
Natasha leapt from the bunk in a flash, lunging toward his kidneys. Thumper sidestepped with ease and grabbed Natasha. Her scream was muffled as her face hit the floor and the sudden pain in her bent wrist caused the knife to clatter onto the floor.
Thumper kicked the knife away, then picked her up and tossed her back onto the bunk. “Guess you just lost your chance, bitch. Time to see if your peanut theory is all that funny!”
Natasha got her breathing under control, then begged, “Please … don’t hurt us.”
“You don’t wanna get hurt? Then fulfill your end of the bargain. Or should I take it out on her?” said Thumper, gesturing toward the bathroom door.
“No … not her. I’ll … I’ll do it.”
Natasha sat on the bun
k, took off her jacket, and laid it beside her. Then she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off. Thumper ogled her breasts, which were only partially concealed by her lacy black bra. Natasha used her hands to push herself slightly back on the bunk before undoing the top of her slacks. She stared at Thumper as she slowly pulled the zipper partway down, then stopped and gestured for him to come up on the bunk with her.
Thumper smiled and gave a nod toward the bathroom while taking hold of Natasha’s ankles. “Not up there, sweetheart.” He pulled her legs down off the bunk so that she was straddling his waist, then he undid his jeans and let them drop to the floor.
“I’ll be good,” whispered Natasha. “Just let us go after.”
“Yeah … sure. If you’re real good, maybe I will.”
Natasha sat up and slowly undid the buttons on Thumper’s shirt. When he tossed his jacket and shirt on the floor, she placed her hand on the back of his head and guided his face into her cleavage as she fell back down onto the bed. Thumper felt her clutching his hair while slowly pushing his head toward her stomach.
He watched her face as he kissed and licked her navel, while pulling down the rest of her zipper before sliding off her slacks and panties. He continued to lick and taste the salt from her body, slowly working his way down to her thighs. He felt her fingers massage and scratch his head and shoulders. She took her hands off him briefly as her body twisted and she moaned. He glimpsed her fingers as she clawed and raked the bunk beside herself like a cat in heat.
“Time to put this on,” he said heavily, reaching for the condom.
“Not yet,” whispered Natasha. “You said to be good. Make it last. Do what you’re doing a little more.” She massaged his back with increasing intensity then grasped his head, urging him upwards. He licked and kissed his way back up her stomach while arching her back with one hand and pulling her bra aside as his lips searched for her nipples. He felt her fingernails rake his upper back and neck as she pulled his face deep into the side of her breast while wrapping her legs around his.
“Back off with the scratching, bitch! That…” Thumper didn’t finish the sentence. He suddenly realized that he was lying in a warm sticky pool. He pushed himself upright as a torrent of blood flowed from the carotid artery in his neck like a severed garden hose. He grasped at the thin cut running lengthways up his throat and stared in horror at Natasha. She sat looking up at him, a bloodied scalpel in her hand.
“Consider yourself fucked,” she said. “Fucked hard.”
Spots of blackness swept over him as his brain starved for blood. He staggered back a step, then lost consciousness and fell backwards onto the floor. His heart continued to beat momentarily before it, too, accepted death.
Natasha dragged his body aside and opened the bathroom door.
Marcie saw Natasha’s body awash in blood and opened her mouth to scream. Natasha clamped her hand over her mouth.
“I’m okay. This isn’t my blood. The guy’s dead. I killed him. We’ve got to be quiet,” Natasha said, taking her hand away.
“What happened?” whispered Marcie. “What’s going on? How did you kill him?”
“I had a scalpel in my jacket pocket,” said Natasha, while putting her clothes back on. “Put it there one night when I went to the clinic to help Jack. Save the talk for later. We’ve got to get out of here.”
“That man. The one who told them to put us on this boat. I recognize his voice. He’s the one … the one who…”
“The one who molested you in the cabin?”
Marcie nodded, then said, “Why would they take us?
“I’m not sure, but they didn’t hide their faces, so that’s not a good sign. I’m guessing it must be a trap for Jack and maybe Danny. Come on!”
Natasha crept forward and peered out the exit. She saw two bikers standing at the back of the house. They were both carrying rifles and talking to someone through a window.
“Two of them are in the backyard with rifles. They’ve got their backs to us, but I can’t tell if someone in the house is looking this way or not. Are you a swimmer?”
“No,” said Marcie.
“See if we can find any keys to this thing.”
Both Natasha and Marcie searched for keys. There weren’t any.
“I’ve got to chance it,” said Natasha. “They could come back any second. You wait at the top of the stairs while I slip across to the boathouse on the other side. Maybe I’ll find something.”
Natasha peeked out the exit and saw the bikers disappear, one around each side of the house. She scrambled off the cabin cruiser and scooted across the dock to a small boathouse. She cautiously opened the door and saw a high-powered speedboat parked inside. She climbed in and frantically searched for keys.
She abruptly froze when the door to the boathouse opened, then realized it was Marcie.
“You should have waited!”
“I was afraid. Did you find any keys?”
“No.”
“Maybe we should make a run for it down the dock!”
“It’s too long in the open. We’d never make it. I think —”
Natasha was interrupted by the sound of gunfire.
chapter thirty-nine
Sid moved the paint and stepladder to one side, then opened his front door again and gestured for Jack and Danny to come up the steps and follow him inside. They stopped when a German shepherd came out onto the porch and started barking.
“QC! Quit barking!” Sid commanded, then said to Jack and Danny, “It’s okay, he won’t bite. Come on in.”
“You named your dog Cutesy?” asked Jack, glancing at Danny.
“Cutesy?” Sid chuckled. “No. It’s QC! Short for Queen’s Counsel. Cute, don’t you think?”
Jack exchanged another glance with Danny. They looked at the plastic sheeting in front of them and both went for their guns.
“Do it now!” screamed Sid toward his foyer. “They know!”
Jack pumped two shots through the door. The dog lunged at him, knocking him down as a rifle shot sent a bullet zinging past him into the side of the garage. In front of him, he caught a glimpse of Rolly clutching his throat and staggering back as the door swung open. He was only partly conscious that Danny was taking aim at whoever had the rifle. His attention was focused on Booger, who appeared in the foyer carrying a MAC-10 submachine gun.
Danny saw T-Bone standing at the end of the house as he took aim to fire another shot at Jack. Danny fired three shots. Only one counted, but it was enough. T-Bone fell to the ground as the bullet tore through the centre of his chest.
A barrage of shots rang out from the foyer, along with another shot from near the garage behind them. Danny crouched beside the steps and turned to see who was by the garage.
Jack lay on his back on the path and tried to protect his face from the dog’s savage attacks with one hand while firing more rounds at Booger, who let loose with a short burst of fire before leaping back out of sight. More bullets whizzed over Jack’s head from behind him, and the dog yelped and fell to the ground when a rifle bullet severed its spine.
“Take cover!” Danny yelled. “Wizard’s behind you!”
Jack’s only place for cover was in the house, and he bolted through the door while firing rapidly. He caught a glimpse of Sid running up a spiral staircase but directed his shots toward Booger, who stood in the living room and fired another spray of bullets toward Jack.
Jack dived into a shallow pond inlaid in the floor near the bottom of the staircase. He squeezed off another shot at Booger, who darted back behind the wall. Jack barely had enough room to keep his face out of the water without exposing his head above the edge of the pond. Looking up, he could see only the lower half of the spiral staircase. Rolly’s head and one arm lay in the pond. Blood from his throat spilled into the water. His other hand lay limp at his side.
Jack raised his head slightly to look toward the living room, but a rifle bullet delivered from outside by Wizard ricocheted off the ceramic til
e floor and zinged past. Wizard was rewarded for his effort by two shots from Danny, who was still crouched behind the steps. Wizard quickly retreated back behind the garage.
For a few seconds, everything was quiet except for the sound of a koi gasping for life as it flopped around on the floor.
Sid then screamed from above. “Get in there! Finish them off!”
Booger yelled back, “We’re at a bit of a Mexican stand-off here. I’ve got him pinned down. Go to a window and tell Wizard and the others to finish the pig at the door first, then we can do this one from both sides.”
Danny peeked over the edge of the top step while punching the numbers into his cellphone. When he connected, he screamed the address first, then said, “It’s O’Reilly and Taggart! We’re at Sid Bishop’s house!” A rifle bullet slammed into the cement in front of his face. Fragments of lead and cement shot into his face and eyes. His cellphone flew from his hand as he fell back. Pain shot through his head and blood gushed out of his forehead and into his eyes.
Jack heard Danny’s body slam into the side of the house. He yelled out from the pond, “Danny! Are you all right? Danny!” There was no reply. He grabbed Rolly’s body and slid him into a position to partially block Wizard’s view, while trying to keep watch on the corner of the living room wall. He yelled for Danny again. No response. His mind felt numb.
Wizard shouted, “Booger! What’s happening in there?”
“Rolly took a hit! He’s bought it, but I’ve got the pig pinned down in the fucking fish pond. What’s taking you and T-Bone so long?”
“T-Bone is down, but I shot this fucking pig in the face as he was usin’ his cell. I think he’s dead.”
Sid hollered, “Did he get through? Do you know if he got through?”
“I heard him give your address,” Wizard yelled, “but don’t think he said much else before I nailed him.”
Sid screamed an angry, jumbled list of obscenities while kicking a wall.
“We still got time to think of somethin’,” Wizard shouted. “Booger! You sure you got that pig in there pinned down?”