A few hours later the group took a much slower boat ride with a now-whimpering Bob in tow. Heading out into the blackness of the swamp and into the hunting grounds Emil used, Remi had him finally cut the engines. She slapped Bob on the face a couple of times to focus his attention and have her last conversation with him. “Wakey, wakey, Bob.”
“What? Leave me alone. I told you everything you wanted to know, now leave me alone.”
“One more question.” He was already covered in sweat and started shaking at the question. “Can you swim?”
“Yes,” he answered quickly, since stalling only caused instant pain even if the answer was correct.
“Good, since we had an agreement. I’m not going to kill you, but this is where we part ways. If you make it back to shore you’re free to go, and I’ll let you keep the money you have in the bank. But if you so much as look in Dallas’s direction again I’ll make you pray to die. Do we understand each other?”
“Yes, ma’am, we do.”
“Good. Then strip down.”
“You want me naked?”
“It’ll help you stay afloat, trust me.” Bob stood up, holding his hands to his chest, and jumped off the front of the boat.
Emil revved up the motor again but kept it slow enough that Nick could keep up in the mud boat he was steering. At Remi’s feet was the bag with the remnants of a sad little girl born to a sadist. Katie Moores and her sister Sue Lee would finally disappear into the smoke of Dallas’s fireplace as soon as she got back. Cain had put a copy of Dallas’s first acting job on her back in the bag, but she had destroyed the other five hundred copies she found at Bob’s place.
“Remind me never to piss you off,” Cain said in a loud-enough voice to be heard over the engine.
“He got what he deserved.”
“True. He’ll be meeting some of Emil’s future boot material before he has a chance to get his hair wet.”
The marina came into view and Emil slowed down so he could back into his slip. Cain got out first and helped Remi onto the dock. “Give Dallas my best, and if there’s anything else having to do with this business that’ll bury it once and for all, make me your first call.”
“You’re a good friend,” Remi said, putting her arms around Cain as best she could.
“One who cares about you, so keep your head down while your father and I finish our expedition. Jorge took Nunzio’s money, so he’ll keep coming until he finishes the job. Next time he’ll probably vary from his usual shot and make it through the head. I don’t want that on mine, so stay at Dallas’s until we take care of that.”
Remi followed her to the cars, the click of her and Emil’s boots echoing. “Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to help?”
“Stay inside and start on Marianna’s grandchildren,” Cain said with a smile. “That’s it. If I see you out, I’ll kick your ass myself.”
“That sounds like a hardship, but okay. What are you going to be doing?”
Cain opened the passenger door of the truck Lou had driven down and leaned against it. “I have the edges of my puzzle put together. Now I have to fill in the middle.”
“Sounds interesting.”
“You can’t see the whole picture until you fill in the middle. Once I do, it’ll make tonight appear tame.”
Remi shook hands with her and closed the door once Cain was seated. As Lou pulled away slowly, something her father had always told her about Cain came to mind. Cain’s word was as good as a signed contract. That was why Ramon had done business with her. So Remi wondered what was in store for Juan Luis and Nunzio Luca.
“Whatever it is, I’m sure they’d pick hungry alligators over it.”
Chapter Forty-Eight
“Are you sure he’s not in there?” Muriel asked for the fifth time.
Katlin was working the lock, but stopped when Muriel asked again. “If you want, you can wait for me in the car. He’s not here, and after driving around with you for the last three hours, I can tell you a certain cute FBI agent isn’t waiting outside to cuff you and take you in.”
“Is it a crime to want to be sure?”
The door opened and Katlin laughed softly. “No, but if you step through there it is. From crack lawyer to someone breaking and entering. My, how far you’ve come, Muriel.”
The apartment was dark and smelled musty, as if Anthony Curtis hadn’t been there in weeks. Though the place was small, Muriel could tell right off where he did like to spend time when he was home. A cleared space on the couch faced the television that was far too big for the space, and five beer bottles were lined up on the desk shoved into the corner.
“Okay, we’re in. What are we looking for?” Katlin asked.
“I’ll do the searching and you make sure no one’s coming.”
“Should I practice my birdcalls as a warning?”
Muriel closed the door and glared at Katlin. “That’s not funny. Go through the bedroom and see if you can find anything having to do with Cain, the family, or Anthony’s new friends, the Luis family.”
“I’m sorry.” Katlin squeezed her shoulder in comfort. “Just relax and we’ll be out of here faster.”
