“That’s who we were talking to,” Leonard said.
“You’re yankin’ me?”
“I don’t think so,” Leonard said.
“You gave your word to a guy tried to kill you, and you won’t tell the FBI what he said?”
“That’s pretty much it,” Leonard said. “Hey, remember back at the cop shop? He said it wasn’t personal, so why should we be mad?”
The Mummy shook his head. “I don’t get you guys. We’re doing you the favor. We could call this whole thing off right now, have you locked up. Might even take Hirem out back and see what he thinks about having his ass kicked until he talks.”
“He won’t talk and you know it,” I said. “Otherwise, you’d have already done it. And you do that, find the kid, you won’t get all the other information you want to get out of him. All the inner clock workings of the Dixie Mafia.”
The Mummy looked at us. His eyes peeking out of the mask were dark and narrow, his lips had turned beet red from the cold. It made him look pretty damn creepy. “You go get that boy and girl and that goddamn money and you go get it quick.”
“Gee,” Leonard said, “can we stop for dinner, take a pee?”
“You do what you got to do,” the Mummy said. “But you make it quick as you can. Today would be good.”
“It might take a few days,” I said. “I don’t know exactly. Things may not fall in line just the way we like it.”
“I can tell you this,” the Mummy said. “We’re tired of hanging out in this shit hole. We want to go home, be warm, not have to hang around with Hirem. You hear me?”
“If you’ll reinforce your words with sign language,” Leonard said, “we might get a clear message.”
The Mummy shot Leonard the finger.
“There,” Leonard said. “I understand that. See, I get you now.”
“Make it quick,” the Mummy said and walked back toward the cabin.
In the van, driving away, I said, “From one cockroach to another, I don’t think the Mummy likes you very much.”
“I think it’s because I beat his ass.”
“Think?” I said.
“Uh-huh. You know, odd how the Mummy and his buddy think we ought to believe them just because they’re from the government.”
“It’s like religion,” I said. “You accept it on faith.”
“Well, that’s stupid.”
“I said it was like religion, didn’t I?”
“Oh yeah, so you did. What you think about that Conners guy?”
“I think he doesn’t get out of this business unscathed,” I said.
Leonard nodded. “I was thinking pretty much the same thing, and I’ve put him on the list.”
“Okay, but put a couple of stars by his name,” I said.
31
Hadn’t gone far before we stopped and switched the license plates, hid the ones we had used under the floorboards again, then drove back to McDonald’s. When we came in, the table where Jim Bob and Tonto were sitting was piled high with food bags and drink cups.
“So,” Jim Bob said, “you’re back and hopefully without bullet holes or the clap.”
“Yep,” I said.
We ordered some food for ourselves, then slid into the booth and told them what we had been told.
Tonto said, “That’s pretty thin, that the kid went fishing some spot where he went when he was little. That’s damn thin.”
“He took fishing rods,” I said.
“That makes it absolute,” Tonto said. “Why didn’t you say that in the first place? You know, he could be jackin’ with the old man, ’cause he thought Dad would come after him because of the girl, and of course the money, and maybe he’s just wanting the old man to show him how much he cares.”
“He’s nineteen,” I said, “and I don’t think he’s that smart. Anyone who would steal that much money from a bunch of cutthroats and know they’re cutthroats can’t be all that bright.”
“Naive, anyway,” Leonard said.
“My goodness,” Jim Bob said. “Was that a positive comment on a member of the human race? What in the world have you been drinking, Leonard?”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Leonard said. “That was oddly optimistic. I’m giving up Dr Pep … I’m giving up Diet Coke as of this moment.”
“You don’t drink Diet Coke,” I said.
“See how it’s working?” Leonard said.
