'It's not?'
She laughed again. 'I guess it's what the little bitches make out of it. When they've been there a while, and they're docile enough, we send them to our spas in other cities.'
'And die boys?'
'They stay on the island to work and pray. They're fed and housed, and they're pretty happy. There're only a few guys.'
'What happened to Yardley?'
'He got careless. For some reason, he put his name and address on the motel registration, and you found him. He had to be eliminated.'
'Just like that? You kill a man over a mistake?'
'Happens sometimes,' she said. 'Just the cost of doing business. The fool called the Rev to tell him you were looking for one of the girls we recruited.'
'Why leave his body on Longboat Key? And who killed Wayne Lee?'
'Bartel did that. He thought posing Yardley's body in that park was a work of genius. And he killed Lee to make sure he couldn't pass on anything Yardley had told him.'
'And then Bartel tried to set me up at Hutch's,' I said, a statement, not a question.
'That's right. And he blew it. I had to get somebody else to take out your buddy Hamilton.'
'That didn't work either.'
'No.'
'Maybe you ought to start hiring better people.'
'You have a point,' she said, grinning.
'What happened with Peggy Timmons? She's not stupid:'
'We found that out. That was another mistake Yardley made. He sent her three buddies on their way, but he gave Peggy to the Rev. That big idiot took her to his island and wants to keep her for himself. Thinks he's in love. He didn't count on her family hiring you to come looking for her.'
'Is she on the island now?'
Michelle shrugged her shoulders. 'It doesn't matter.'
'You don't know where she is, do you?' I asked. 'Maybe you don't have as much control as you think.'
Charlie stirred in his chair. 'I took her little ass back to the island,' he said.
'Be quiet, Charlie,' Michelle said.
'It's what the Rev told me to do,' he said, a defensive tone creeping into his voice.
'Why didn't you tell me about this?' she asked.
'It just didn't come up,' said Charlie.
Michelle glanced over at him with a look of incredulity, as if she were just now figuring out how stupid he really was. I used that moment to hook my right foot under the edge of the coffee table, and brought it up forcefully. The table went over, hitting Michelle in the knees. I was right behind it, grabbing her gun hand with my left and delivering a hard punch to her jaw with my right.
She crumpled like a spent balloon, the pistol falling to the floor beside her. I kicked it out of reach, and turned to Charlie just as he was reaching for me with his big ham hands.
I ducked, and Charlie grabbed a handful of air. I struck him under the chin with the heel of my hand. That rocked him back some, and I slipped under his flailing arms and got him from behind in a chokehold. I kicked him in the back of the knee, taking him to the floor. He was gasping for breath as I tightened my arm around his neck, his struggles decreasing. Then he was out. I checked. He wasn't dead.
I ripped the electrical cords from two of the lamps scattered about the living room and trussed my captives like a pair of hogs. I picked up my pistol and pocketed it. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed the number Oscar Mendosa had given me. An answering machine picked up and I left my name and number.
Less than a minute later, my phone rang. 'Mr. Royal, this is Oscar Mendosa.'
'Thank you for getting back to me, sir. I need a favor.'
'What is it?'
'I have two people that I need kept on ice for a couple of days. I can't take the chance that they'll talk to their colleagues. I'd rather those people didn't know I'm coming for them.'
'You could kill them.'
'I know, but I'd rather not.'
'I'll have some men there momentarily. Where are you?'
I gave him the address and sat back on the sofa to wait. My right hand hurt where I'd coldcocked Michelle. I was pretty sure her jaw was broken. She'd be eating soup through a straw for a while.
Charlie began to stir. I went over and chopped him with the butt of Michelle's gun. He was quiet again.
I sat on the sofa, Michelle's nine millimeter in my hand. I heard the hiss of an airbrake, and then the rattling of cans in the alley. Garbage men making a late afternoon pick up. The sunbeams were no longer coming in the windows, blocked now by other houses as the sun sank toward the Gulf of Mexico. The day was waning, and I still had a lot to do.
Thoughts were bouncing around in my head like errant cue balls on a billiard table. I'd done something stupid. Again. I had to stop walking through front doors without a plan. If Michelle hadn't been so intent on making me understand that she was in charge of this operation, I'd probably be dead by now.
At least the people on Blood Island wouldn't be alerted to my presence. If I could slip in without being noticed, I might learn something. I wasn't sure how I was going to get Peggy out, but a vague plan was beginning to take shape in the back of my mind.
I pulled out my cell phone and dialed Logan Hamilton's number. 'Logan,' I said. 'Can you bring my boat down to Marathon first thing tomorrow?'
'Sure. What's going on?'
'I think I know where Peggy is, and I need the boat to get her out.'
'I thought you were in Key West.'
'I am. But I need the boat in Marathon. I'll explain later.'
'Where do you want to meet me?'
'Go to Faro Blanco and wait for me to contact you. I'll be there by dark tomorrow. See if you can pick up a rifle and a shotgun to bring with you.'
'I'll see you tomorrow,' Logan said, and clicked off.
I heard a door open in the back of the house. As I was tensing up to aim the pistol, a voice reached me. 'Mr. Royal, Mr. Mendosa sent us. We're coming in.'
'Come ahead,' I said, lowering the gun into my lap.
Two men came through the door, looked at the situation, and each picked up a body. The smallest one had Charlie. I was impressed.
The larger one looked at me and said, 'Mr. Mendosa said for you to call when you don't need us to keep these two anymore.'
'I will. Thanks, and please tell Mr. Mendosa I appreciate his help.'
They went out the back door and I left by the front.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Michelle must have thought she and Charlie could take care of me. She apparently had not called in any reinforcements. Still, I was careful leaving, and made sure nobody was following me.
The sun was low, but there was still a lot of daylight left. It was a little after six, and soon the crowds would be gathering in Mallory Square for the daily sunset spectacle.
I had to get to the dive shop to retrieve the gear I'd bought. I walked the few blocks and turned into the door of the small store. The surfer guy was behind the counter and motioned me to the back of the shop. My new equipment was piled on the floor.
'I took all the tags off for you,' he said. 'That's a lot of gear to carry. Is your car close?'
