Velva.
He growled at me. “I’ve been here twice after you called. So what the hell is the big, fat emergency that you were all worried …” His gaze drifted past me to the Mexican lady in the cell. “Oh … shit.”
I turned back to the hellcat. “You can try your luck spitting at him for a while.” I turned my head to look back at Karl. “I guess I’d better explain—”
The fist hit me square between the eyes, and my head snapped back and bounced off the bars of the cell. I staggered, took another punch in the jaw, and my knees went rubbery. The room tilted, went blurry and my face bounced off the floor.
There was an angry buzzing in my ears, and my vision went hot red before fading to darkness.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I blinked, shook my head and tried to clear the cobwebs. Someone was slapping my face.
“Wake up, asshole.” Karl sat on my chest.
His voice sounded like it was coming from the bottom of a dark well.
He slapped me again. I winced, tried to pull away, but he had a fistful of my shirt. He hauled me up and dropped me in a chair, hovered over me like an avalanche ready to happen. He took the revolver from my holster, took the little automatic from my waistband too.
“Give me my gun,” said the Mexican from her cell. “I want to shoot him in the belly.” “Shut your yap, bitch,” Karl said. “You’re the one fucked all this up in the first place.”
“I told you it wasn’t my fault,” she said. “This cowboy deputy took the keys from Luke Jordan and threw everything off.”
Karl went through my pockets, found Jordan’s keys. He took his cuffs, slapped one bracelet around my wrist, and cuffed the other to one of the cell bars. “I’ll be right back.”
The hellcat shook the bars. “Let me out of here.”
“Nobody goes anywhere until I get a lid on this. Now shut up and sit tight.”
Karl left through the front door. I tugged on the cuffs just for the heck of it, but I knew it was no use. I slumped in the chair. A ragged sigh leaked out of me.
“You are dead, cowboy. You are sitting there dead.”
I didn’t have anything to say to that. She was probably right.
“You should just have kept your nose out of it,” she said. “You had to be a stupid hero cowboy cop.”
“Hey, at least I didn’t jam a bunch of people into the back of a truck. They could suffocate back there. And it’s hot as hell.”
“Spoken like a typical stupid
“I don’t have any political answers for you,” I said. “Maybe you folks need to work on getting your own country together. That’s not my concern. What happens in this town is. What happens to Luke Jordan is my concern.”
“In a few minutes, nothing will be your concern anymore.”
I jerked on the cuffs again. “Shit.”
Karl had left me my Winstons and my Bic. I lit one, tried to puff myself an escape plan.
The hellcat came to the front of her cell. “Give me one of those.”
“Go to hell.”
She went back to cursing me in Spanish.
Karl came back through the front door. He was so red, I thought cartoon steam might shoot out of his ears. He loomed over me, and I felt the hate vibes radiating off him.
“What the fuck did you do over there?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
His backhand spun my head around, little colored lights in front of my eyes. My teeth hummed with the impact. I tasted blood, spit, and it dribbled down my chin. For a split-second I thought he’d broken my jaw. I felt along my back teeth with my tongue.
“I don’t want any more bullshit, you little turd.” Karl flicked my forehead with a thick finger. “You get me?”
I nodded and massaged my jaw. It would be okay, but it would be sore for a while.
“What happened?” asked the hellcat.
“Billy Banks is lying over there with an axe in his neck. All our cargo is gone.”
Cargo. That’s what they called human beings.
“Where?” she asked.
“How the hell would I know?” Karl jabbed my chest with a finger. Hard. “You’d better start talking, kid.”
Kid. The son of a bitch was only eight years older than I was.
The hellcat shook the bars again, belted out some kind of desperate animal frustration growl. “Will you please open this fucking cell?”
“Just simmer, missy.” Karl rubbed his face, blew out an exasperated sigh. “This ain’t gonna work, man. It’s all fucked up. No way we can hide all this. The town’s going to wake up soon and start asking questions and Billy’s over there drawing flies. Somebody’s going to have to take the fall on this.”
The hellcat’s eyes narrowed. “You’d better not be looking at me, big man.”
“No, you’re not believable,” Karl said. “Christ, what’s Krueger going to do? Where is he anyway?”
“The cowboy,” the hellcat said.
“The what?”
“Him,” she said. “Pin it on the kid.”
That woke me up a little. “What?”
“Hey, that’s not bad,” Karl said.
“Nobody’s going to believe it,” I said.
“Sure they will. Hell, we can even pin Luke Jordan on you. Shit, that might just work.”
“Why the hell would I kill Luke Jordan?”
Karl bent down until we were eye to eye. “Damn boy, you’re just plain dumb, ain’t you? Maybe we’ll ask Doris, see what she knows about it.”
“You can’t use Doris to get to me,” I said. “She’s gone to her sister’s.”
“That’s even better.” Karl smirked. “She leaves you, and you take it out on Luke.”
“Why the hell would I do that?”
“You just keep pretending you don’t know.”
“I’ll talk,” I said. “You try to blame all this on me, and I’ll sing like a fucking barbershop quartet.”
“You’re not going to say jack shit.” Karl drew the Glock from his holster. “You were killed trying to escape.”
Oh … shit. I felt my sphincter twitch. The bottom dropped out of my gut.
“Shoot him in the belly,” the hellcat shouted.
“Shut up,” Karl snapped. He pointed the pistol.
I tried to think of something, say anything to make him wait. My mouth was so dry I couldn’t make words come out.
“You can’t do it like that,” the hellcat said.
“I’ve got this handled, okay.”
“Idiot,” she said. “You can’t shoot him for escaping if he’s handcuffed to the cage.” Karl lowered the pistol. “Damn, you’re right.”
He dipped two fingers into his shirt pocket, came out with a pair of small keys on a ring and tossed them at
