“Yeah,” said Doc, “Here we all are.”
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Price poured himself a drink and perched on the chair. He said to Doc, “Where’s your stash? Don’t look dumb. Go get it and be back pronto.”
“I don’t keep it at the house,” Doc said.
“Sure you do,” Price said. “Guy with your interests, I bet you got it close for those nights Bambi wants to sleep. She sleep on the same side your wife slept on, Doc? Huh? Quit jerking me around and go get it.”
Doc got up and left the room. He came back with a small cardboard box. He gave it to Price, went over and sat on the couch and looked pouty.
Price got out of his chair, put the box on the table and removed the lid. He picked up a couple of photographs and looked at them and put them back on top of the stack. He thumbed through the remainder, said, “You like this, huh?” He put the lid on the box. “All right, Doc, you can keep this stuff. My best wishes. But I got an idea, and you’re going to love it. In fact, I insist you love it. What you’re going to do is you’re going to do what Jake did for you. You’re going to recruit. You’re going to go to Fat Boy and say you’ve made a friend, and this friend wants to buy some pictures. Say what you want, but you lick Fat Boy’s dick enough he likes you.”
“I can’t do that,” Doc said. “I get caught in a lie, he’ll kill me.”
“You don’t do it,” Price said, “the state of Texas will kill you.”
“I guess I can talk to him,” Doc said.
“Who’s the friend going to be?” I asked.
“He knows me and you and your brother,” Price said. “Virgil would be good.”
“Whoa,” Virgil said. “I’m an attorney, not a Christmas turkey. He’s probably seen me around.”
“But he doesn’t know you on sight, does he?” Price said.
“I guess not,” Virgil said.
“I got to figure how I want it to play out,” Price said, “but basically, the whole thing’s simple. We make some arrangements, and we kill Fat Boy and Snake.”
“Shit,” Virgil said. “I don’t know. I got to think this over a little.”
“What about the two cops?” I asked.
“We kill them, too,” Price said, then turned to Doc. “You tell Fat Boy you want everybody you’ve met at the mill to be there, because you want this friend of yours to know there’s cops involved, so he’ll feel safe from the law.”
“And if he won’t do that?” Doc said.
“You insist,” Price said. “Be polite, but firm. Tell Fat Boy this guy wants to spill some big jack for some pleasure, but you’ve told him cops are involved, and he wants to see them to know for sure he’s got support in the law enforcement arena. Say he wants to see some badges or something. Say he knows a couple other guys interested in this sort of thing and they got big money. Say what you got to say.”
“What if Fat Boy snookered me?” Doc said. “What if those two guys don’t work for the cops?”
“They do,” Price said.
“I thought you said those descriptions could fit anybody,” Doc said.
“They could,” Price said. “But so happens they fit a couple cops I know, and they work with Fat Boy on lots of things. They been bucking for detective, and a lot of their collars have been gotten with his help. They’re the ones answered the call over at your nephew’s place that night, Small. I had to think on it a while before I said anything, but I’m saying it now. It’s Frank Harper and Buck Minton. It fits. There’s been dirt floating around their heads ever since I been Chief.”
“But,” I said, “since the dirt was connected to your dirt and Fat Boy, you didn’t push too hard, did you?”
“I watch for me first,” Price said, “then everyone else gets a turn if there’s room left over.”
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We were tooling back to the lake in Price’s car. I said, “You promised him immunity if he’d talk. I don’t get it. He had his wife murdered. He’s got all that kiddie porn. How can you do that?”
“Sometimes you let the little fish swim through the trap so you can get the big fish,” Price said. “And sometimes the little fish get trapped anyway. Just leave it to me, Small.”
He drove us to Arnold’s cabin and we all got out and leaned against his car. Price said, “Where are y’all really staying?”
“We have a little place at the bottom of the lake under a plastic dome,” Virgil said.
“Whatever,” Price said. “I’ll keep the pressure on the Doc and have the particulars unfolded by noon tomorrow. I’ll meet you here, say a little after one and lay it out.”
Price got in his car and drove away. Virgil and I motored across the lake toward the drug dealer’s place. The lake lapped and hissed and the moonlight came out thin and silver and flowed over its surface like something radioactive.
Part Four
Waltz of Shadows
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Next morning I was up early because I hadn’t slept that much to begin with. I kept envisioning that little boy Doc had talked about, going down naked in a lonely grave full of dirt and sawdust, his parents home wondering and hoping, and the child’s only crime being he was young and vulnerable. In other words, no crime at all. I tried not to think about what he might have gone through at the hands of Snake and Fat Boy. I tried not think about how many others like him were resting nearby. I wondered how grown men could do such things and see it as nothing more than commerce. Had there always been lots of people like that, or were they growing up through the cracks of our society like weeds? Had we in these last few years failed to weed our good crops properly, and had the weeds become so rampant they were beyond control? Had we worked so hard to be organic and live with the weeds, we had allowed them to take over, choking out the good stock, and blighting whatever remained?
Jesus. That poor little boy had been about Sammy’s age.
I slid my arm from beneath Bev without waking her, got up and pulled on my pants and shirt and slipped out into the hallway in my bare feet and went down to the room where JoAnn and Sammy were sleeping. It was a big room with two beds and pink wallpaper that took in the sun through the open Venetian blinds and threw vibrating slats of pink over the room and the sleeping shapes of my children.
I went to JoAnn’s bed and gently brushed her hair back from her face and looked at her long and hard, soaking in all her features. Fred Bear had slipped from her arms and fallen off the bed onto the floor. I picked him up by his singed leg and tucked him into the crook of her arm.
I went over to Sammy’s bed. He was uncovered and he’d rolled over to a dry spot, because he’d wet the bed. I pulled the covers over his shoulders and he stirred and lay still.
“I love you,” I said softly to both of them, and left the room.
Back in our room, I got the. 38 off the nightstand and put it under my shirt and looked at Bev. Her back was to me and the sun was coming through a slit in the curtains. Her bare shoulder was lightly freckled, and the light made the freckles the color of strawberries, and I knew those freckles as well as I knew my own face. I loved them and had put my mouth to them and ran my hands over them so many times I could read them like braille.
