Divine Justice

So were Knox and Stone. With apprehension. They didn't know what was coming, only that it would be painful.

The door opened and Tyree walked in followed by four more guards, including the one who'd grabbed Stone by the balls and Manson, the one-eye.

'Gentlemen,' said Tyree. 'We need to talk.'

Stone stared up at him with a dull expression. Knox kept his gaze on the table as though he hadn't understood the man.

One guard whispered into Tyree's ear. He nodded. 'Right. Of course. Give them a pop then, because I need their undivided attention.'

A guard pulled a syringe from a black bag he carried. Stone was swabbed and then injected in the upper arm. The needle was cleaned with alcohol and Knox was hit next.

Whatever they'd been given, the effect was immediate. Stone could feel his heart racing and every nerve he possessed was on overdrive. He glanced over at Knox and saw he was having the very same reaction.

'Good,' said Tyree. 'Now get 'em hooked up.'

A duffel bag was opened and out of it came two thick leather belts with black wires attached. They were placed around each man's middle and padlocked down. Tyree was handed a black box with buttons on it.

He depressed one of the buttons and a green light came on. He stood in front of the men and then turned his attention to Knox.

'All right, Mr. CIA. Does anyone know that you came to the town of Divine?'

'Yes.'

Tyree depressed the button and Knox stood straight up, screaming as the voltage entered him. Tyree released the button, and like a marionette that had lost its handler, Knox slumped back down in the chair, panting and swaying.

Tyree looked at Stone. 'What is your real name?'

'Oliver Stone.'

A second later, Stone was involuntarily on his tiptoes, feeling like both his brain and his heart were going to explode.

Tyree removed his finger and Stone dropped back down, missed the chair and hit the floor. The guards grabbed him and slammed him back in his seat.

Tyree turned back to Knox. 'Does anyone know that you came to the town of Divine?'

'NO!'

The blast hit him again. After he was slumped back in his chair, he barked, 'What the hell answer do you want?'

'The truth.'

'Well, one of those answers had to be the truth, you dickhead!'

Tyree held the button down so long that Stone feared Knox would not come back. But he did, sweating and swearing.

Tyree turned to Stone. 'Oliver Stone?'

Okay, buddy, let's see if you can take it as well as you can dish it out.

Speaking as steadily as was possible after having his organs fried, he said, 'My real name is John Carr. I used to be a government assassin, decades ago, tasked to a special division of the CIA so classified not even the president knew about it. I had a falling-out with my superiors. I've been on the run ever since. Agent Knox is one of the best men the intelligence community has. He was assigned by the president of the United States himself to hunt me down because they believed that I murdered Senator Roger Simpson and Carter Gray. I'm sure you heard about that. Well, Knox is as good as his rep, because he found me. Now we're here at Dead Rock being beaten and tortured by a bunch of drug dealers masquerading as prison officials.' He glanced around at the guards. 'But I'm sure you have nothing to worry about. The president will probably just forget the matter and do no follow-up. I doubt they care what happens to me. Or one of their best agents.'

Stone could now see just the reaction he was hoping for. Sweat. Sweat and nervous glances, particularly from the one-striper and Manson, who looked ready to piss all over their Gestapo boots.

The next instant Stone was on his feet, the current thundering through him. When Tyree released the button, Stone took a little while to recover, panting and gasping for air, his muscles twitching uncontrollably.

He gasped, 'You can do a polygraph. I'm sure you're set up to do that what with all the electronic gizmos you guys seem to enjoy so much. I can tell you enjoy the pain thing, but it's not getting you what you want. So be smart about it, Warden. Ask me the question again. Who am I, while I'm strapped to the meter. Then you'll see what the truth really is. But again I wouldn't worry. I don't see how sixteen intelligence agencies plus the Department of Homeland Security, with thousands of highly trained agents and collective budgets of about a hundred billion dollars, will ever find us here.'

Now, finally, Stone could see the twitch in the warden's eyes too. Tyree fingered the box but did not push the button again. He also did not meet Stone's gaze.

Later that night after their hearts and other organs had settled down from the pounding, they were both hooked to polygraphs. Questions were asked and answered. And results were read. The squiggly lines from the polygraph did not appear to please the warden. Stone could see that clearly from the man not looking at him as he ordered them back to their cell.

Let him sweat tonight.

They lay there on their cots staring up at the ceiling, recovering from their ordeal by electric shock and each no doubt daydreaming about their strong hands closing around the throat of one Howard Tyree and crushing the life out of him.

'Smart thinking, Oliver,' Knox said, finally breaking the silence. 'I loved it when he followed your order about the polygraph. And you saw the guards' expressions when you hit 'em with the facts?'

'I saw.'

'What do you think they'll do now?'

'Snoop around and see if anything might be coming their way. That gives us the one thing we really need.'

'Time,' answered Knox.

'Time,' agreed Stone.

They heard a sound at the door and both men braced for another painful extraction. Yet the only thing coming in was a slip of paper through the cuff slot. It drifted down to the floor. Knox snagged it and passed the note to Stone.

Stone read it. 'Next chow, watch out for Manson.'

Stone glanced up at Knox. 'You thinking what I'm thinking?' he said.

'Absolutely, but they could kill us or at least mess up our chance with this guard.'

'Not if we do it the right way.'

CHAPTER 70

'HARRY, what are you doing here?' Annabelle looked from Harry Finn to Alex Ford as they sat crammed in the back of the van.

'Alex filled me in on what was going on. Sounded like you could use some help.'

Harry Finn, while perhaps not as lethal and skilled as Oliver Stone, was worth at least five ordinary men in his ability to fight and think at the same time.

'What did you get from old Shirley?' asked Reuben.

'A lot.' She quickly filled Alex and Harry in on all that they'd found out, including her conversation with Shirley.

'How does a bottom turn into an ass?' said Alex. 'What the hell kind of clue is that?'

'It's a very clear one,' answered Caleb, who was in the driver's seat. Everyone turned to stare at him. 'Nick