“Something like that,” the Yeti said.
“Let’s move this along,” Sunshine said. “We’re all going down to the garage now. Hands on your heads. Single file. If anything bothersome happens John will shoot you.”
So the Yeti’s name was John.
We followed instructions and walked down the hall to the lobby. We shuffled into the elevator and lined up against the wall. The Yeti was steely-eyed with the assault rifle trained on us. Morelli was wearing his cop face. No emotion. Watching the Yeti. Waiting for his moment.
I was still wearing Ranger’s GPS watch. I had my hands on my head, one hand over my wrist, and I pushed the audio button. No one seemed to notice. I couldn’t see the watch face, but I hoped I was sending.
The elevator doors opened onto the garage and we exited, hands still on our heads. The white van and a black Mercedes were parked side by side, noses to the wall.
“You’re going to turn and walk to the far side of the garage,” Sunshine said. “Walk very carefully. John is known to have a short fuse when he feels threatened.”
I knew this to be true. He’d zapped me with the stun gun, and I hadn’t seen it coming.
We got to the end of the garage, and I realized there was a door that I hadn’t noticed before. It had another of the number-sequenced locks on it, and it looked like a door to a vault.
Sunshine punched in six numbers, the door released, he pulled it open, and cold air rushed out at us. I sensed Morelli shift foot to foot. He wasn’t liking what he saw.
“What is this?” I asked, hoping Ranger was listening.
“It’s a freezer,” Sunshine said. “Convenient for storing bodies until we can arrange disposal. Because we’re short-staffed right now and can’t sedate the three of you, we’ll slow your respiration for a few hours. When Dr. Fish returns you’ll be barely alive, but hopefully some of your organs will be usable.”
He flipped a switch and a light went on in the freezer. It was commercial grade. Possibly originally designed as a morgue or maybe a walk-in for Shop n Bag. Sunshine took the rifle from the Yeti and motioned for him to go into the freezer.
“Haul them out,” Sunshine said.
The Yeti went in and came out with a black plastic body bag. Whatever was in it was frozen solid and about 5'10'. The Yeti lifted the bag and carried it to the van. He got a second frozen bag, struggled a little under the weight, and shoved it into the back of the van as well.
“Pitch and Cubbin?” Morelli asked.
Sunshine didn’t answer. He handed the rifle over to the Yeti. “In you go,” Sunshine said to Morelli.
Morelli lunged for the rifle, and the Yeti shot him in the leg.
I screamed, the Yeti hit me in the stomach with the rifle butt, and I crumpled to the ground unable to breathe.
“I don’t want to go in there,” Briggs said. “I’m too young. I’m not ready. I’m diseased. I’ve got everything. Herpes and warts. My liver’s crap.”
The Yeti herded Morelli and Briggs in and slammed the door shut. I was still lying on the cement floor.
“Get up,” Sunshine said. “You’re going with us in case we need a hostage.”
“Why would you need a hostage?” I asked.
“Your boyfriend is a cop. I don’t know if he was stupidly acting alone or if this was a planned operation.”
The Yeti dragged me up to my feet and prodded me with the rifle. “Move.”
We reached the van and Sunshine bound my hands at the wrist with electrician’s tape. I couldn’t stop from rolling my eyes. Jeez Louise, I thought, how many times in one day can this happen?
We all got into the van, Sunshine driving and the Yeti holding the gun on me. We motored out of the garage and down the driveway. I didn’t see any Rangeman cars.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“The cemetery, of course,” the Yeti said. “It’s not like we’re animals. We give everyone a decent burial.”
Sunshine went north on Route 1 for about a mile and then turned in to what I saw from a sign was the Sunshine Memorial Park. The cemetery gate opened, Sunshine drove through, and the gate closed behind us.
“One of my many holdings,” Sunshine said. “This used to be farmland but I got it for taxes. Turns out there’s more money in death than in cows.”
I’d had a chance to look at my watch before my wrists were taped and I knew the audio was active. The plus sign was visible in the watch face. My hope was that Ranger had rescued Morelli and Briggs by now and gotten help for Morelli before he lost too much blood. I was trying to stay calm. This was helped by the fact that I was exhausted.
The cemetery was dark, lit only by a sliver of moon. We drove through acres of headstones. All uniform. The Levittown of cemeteries. Sunshine took a road that went off into a raw field. No headstones here. I was in the back of the van with the body bags but I could see through the windshield. Sunshine pulled to the side and stopped.
The Yeti hauled me out of the van and went back for the body bags. He dragged them to a big hole in the ground and pitched them in.
“God bless,” the Yeti said.
“Now you,” Sunshine said. “Get into the pit.”
“I thought I was a hostage.”
“Only for this far. The facility can’t handle more than two patients at a time. The process becomes too complicated. We have to hold the donor and keep him healthy until all the recipients are in place. It’s most lucrative when you can harvest multiple organs, but that requires precision timing.”
The Yeti shoved me to the edge of the grave. “Get in,” he said. “Jump.”
“Are you going to bury me alive?”
“No. I’m going to shoot you,” the Yeti said, “but it’s neater if you’re already in the hole.”
He shoved me again, I lost my balance and fell into the grave, on top of the body bags. I saw the Yeti raise the rifle to shoot me, I opened my mouth to scream, but before I could make a sound I heard
I struggled to my feet and stood on one of the body bags to look over the edge of the hole. The Yeti and Sunshine were sprawled on the ground, not moving. I tried to climb out, but the dirt gave way under me. A car drove up in the dark, no headlights but I could make out the outline. The car parked and Ranger and two of his men got out.
Ranger walked to the edge of the grave and jumped in. He lifted me up into the arms of one of his men, and I was back on solid ground. The man gave Ranger a hand up, and Ranger was next to me, cutting the tape off my wrists.
“This is getting to be a bad habit,” Ranger said. “This is the second time I’ve had to cut you out of tape today.”
“Morelli?” I asked him.
“He’s fine. Getting locked in a freezer is a good way to stop bleeding from gunshot. Tank and Eugene got him out and took him to St. Francis.”
“I love this watch,” I told him.
“Remember to shut it off when you go into the bathroom. I don’t want my men in the control room getting distracted.”
A second car drove up, and Hal got out.
“I’m going to have Hal take you home,” Ranger said. “I have some cleanup to do here.”
“Are you just going to shovel dirt on them?”
“I’d like to. That would be much easier. Unfortunately the police will have to get involved.”
Morelli, I found out, was still in surgery when we got to Trenton, so Hal dropped me off at St. Francis. I thanked him and told him it wasn’t necessary for him to wait. He said the Buick was parked in the garage, and Morelli had the key.
I waved Hal away and walked into the ER reception area. Briggs was there huddled in a blanket, looking tired. He jumped to his feet the instant he saw me and rushed over, suddenly all smiles.
“We heard you were okay! What happened?” he asked.
“I got pushed into an open grave. It was awful.” I felt myself choke up and I swiped at tears. “Sorry,” I said.
