“That’s not necessary,” Ed said.
“Those horrible people!” the old woman said. “Those horrible, horrible people. Evil. Just pure-dee evil.”
“It’s not a good idea to call anybody about the Smoots,” Ed said. “They got kinfolks all around here and some are on our party line. I expect Smoot would pay a lot to keep you from telling anybody what he did. Money is hard to come by out here.”
“You still have party lines?” Lucy said.
“Might be the only one left on earth,” the woman said, smiling. “We want privacy, we write letters.”
“We’ll get you cleaned up and fed and I’ll take you out to a phone that’s safe, or drive you to Charlotte. I’m Ed Utz and my wife’s Edna. We had three children ourselves, but they’re grown and living all over.”
“Seven grandchildren,” Edna added proudly. “Three greats. We lost a grandson in Iraq this past July. Roadside bomb. There’s a lot of evil in the world, honey, and you don’t have to go all the way around the world to find it either.”
Lucy looked at the mirror on the kitchen wall and was stunned by the sight of the pitiful creature whose ruined, grime-streaked face stared back at her. Elijah, as filthy as his mother, sat in her lap silently, watching the elderly couple through wide-open eyes.
“You want to take off that rain slicker?” Edna asked.
“Sorry. I don’t have any clothes. I’m wearing an old T-shirt under this.”
“You’re closer to Ed’s size than mine,” Edna decided. “If you don’t mind wearing his pants, we’ll get you in something warm and dry.”
Five minutes later Lucy had put a diaper on Eli and washed both her own and her son’s faces and hands using a warm washcloth Edna furnished. Feeding her son a bowl of cereal and milk, Lucy told the couple the story. They listened quietly to her as they shook their heads in disbelief.
“We never liked the Smoots,” Edna Utz said when Lucy had finished. “They shop here from time to time, but we never cared at all for any of them. Wanted to sell us stock at a discount that they probably steal. Ed told them absolutely not.”
Ed said, “I can call your daddy from the pay phone out front. Peanut Smoot had it put there, but it might be safe enough. Never could imagine why the Smoots couldn’t get a phone put in at their place instead of having one out on my porch that nobody but them ever uses.”
“It’s handy for people you don’t want using your phone,” Edna said. “At least the Smoots don’t have to come inside to make calls.”
“Give me your daddy’s number,” Ed said. “I’ll go call him.”
Lucy scribbled the number on a church bulletin Edna handed her.
Taking the shotgun with him, Ed Utz went out through a door that led into the darkened store.
“So it was you started that big fire,” Edna said.
Lucy nodded.
“Very appropriate,” Edna said, nodding. “Didn’t the good Lord use the very same instrument to destroy Sodom and Gomorrah?”
69
Serge Sarnov lit a cigarette, more to pass the time than because he wanted one. He enjoyed pushing his smoking on people that didn’t appreciate it, because he was powerful enough to get away with it. He did it for the same reason a dog pissed on a tree that some other dog had already peed on.
Max Randall cracked the window behind Sarnov. Opening the one behind him channeled the smoke away from Randall without making the statement that he found the smoke annoying.
The two military-trained men in the back seat were napping like children without a care in the world. Combat-seasoned men like them learned quickly to catnap in the spaces between actions. When the time came, both would open their eyes and be good to go.
“How much further?” Sarnov asked.
“Twenty minutes,” Randall told him.
“The woman and child can’t get far in woods they aren’t familiar with, running from people who are. And if by some miracle she gets to a phone and calls her father, we’re covered, right?”
“Our people have the judge’s incoming calls blocked. Anybody dials his number, we’ll have their location inside five minutes.”
“You think this U.S. marshal is headed here?”
Randall shrugged. “If Click didn’t know, Massey doesn’t know either. If he does, it would save us the trouble of tracking him down.”
“He’s got some of your toys that he could use to make a big problem.”
Max frowned. “He’s competent.”
“Competent?” Serge laughed. “Yes, he seems to be somewhat
“I should have handled it. But Laughlin was insistent on letting them do it.”
“We’ll deal with Peanut tonight.”
“The Major wants her sister the agent calling the shots on the Dockery deal. It has to be done a certain way.”
“And you agree?”
“Without the Major, we don’t have the connections into the Pentagon. She’s setting up the agent’s future, and I think having the agent’s credibility and insights is worth allowing her to clean up the kidnapping. That’s the sister’s expertise. She can make this into a kidnapping based on financial gain, not Bryce’s trial.”
“Needlessly complicated if you ask me,” Serge remarked, eyes on the wet road ahead of them. “Especially now with this Massey running amok. It seems a pointless bit of drama now.”
“Mine is not to question why,” Max said.
Sarnov was going to enjoy working with Max Randall.
Randall’s cell phone rang and he opened it. “Okay,” he said. “Directions?”
Serge watched as Max listened, his eyes on the windshield.
“We’re ten minutes out.”
Max snapped the phone closed.
“The Dockerys are in a store up the road from the Smoot place,” he said. “Time to wake up, boys.”
“They’re sure?”
“Smoot found her tracks.”
Max’s phone trilled again. “Yeah, Major. We’re on it.” He listened. “That’s confirmation on what Mr. P. told me ten seconds ago.” He closed the phone. “Somebody just placed a call to the judge’s phone from the store’s pay phone. The Dockerys are definitely at the store.”
Serge smiled. Behind him there were metallic clicks as the two men double-checked their weapons.
“It’s turned into a beautiful evening for a hunt,” Serge said.
70
Alexa Keen concentrated on the road ahead, the traffic. Antonia had been giving her driving instructions since they left the Westin thirty minutes earlier. There had been only silence between the sisters since they had gotten on the I-77 going south, only Antonia knew where.
“That ga-damned Massey,” Antonia said, sighing. “You swore to me that you could keep him in check. You’ve made me look like shit, Lex. You know what’s at stake here.”
“Precious, why do you talk like that?” Alexa blurted. “It’s. . it’s unbecoming an officer.”
Antonia burst into laughter. “Christ on a cross, Lex. How in God’s name you can give me crap about what
