Peterson. How much did he skim off the top before you stopped him?'
'You're a lunatic!'
'I'm just getting warmed up. Then you'll see how crazy I can really be when I have your ass with a grand jury indictment painted all over it. So where was I? Oh, then part of the shipment is peeled off en route and comes here. Maybe in the chopper rides where you
Caleb stepped forward. 'And then the town
'Why the hell would I kill her son?'
Annabelle looked confident, because Tyree had told them what Stone had figured out. 'Because he was close to Debby. She saw whoever killed Peterson because she was working at the bakery across the street from his office. Your goons killed Peterson and Debby and made her death look like a suicide. But Willie never believed she killed herself. He was making a lot of noise. You were probably afraid Debby might have called him back and told him something about what she saw before she was killed. You tried once to get him and failed. The second time it worked.'
Tyree slumped down in a chair.
She counted off on her fingers. 'So let's see, that's at least half a dozen murders in addition to the federal drug charges. And on top of that we have reason to believe that you're holding two federal agents here against their will.'
'What?' Tyree snapped.
'Right, I forgot to tell you that part. Where are they? One answers to the name Joe Knox, the other John Carr.'
Annabelle studied him closely. The man was a good poker player, but she saw the truth simply in how his blinking kicked up a notch and his fingers quivered just a hair.
'These accusations are ridiculous. And where's your proof?'
'Our proof will be when we search this place and find our two agents. And the rest of the puzzle is coming together quite nicely. And when we nab the judge we'll have our key witness against you.'
'You can't search this place without a warrant.'
'Oh, we'll have a warrant. By the crack of dawn tomorrow morning. And just in case you get a hankering to travel anywhere, we have a roadblock set up. So don't even think of trying to slip them out that way. And leave the chopper grounded. Because we've got two of our own waiting to lift off the moment yours does.'
Annabelle leaned down close into the man's sweating face. 'By the way, we're well aware of your rep as being an asshole to every con that's ever walked through these doors. You like dishing out the pain,
'How dare you!' Tyree suddenly moved to strike Annabelle, but a massive hand was placed on his arm by Reuben.
'I would not advise that,' the big man said. 'Because then they'll have to shoot you.'
Tyree looked around to see Harry and Alex pointing pistols at his head.
Annabelle said, 'We'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning, Howie. Oh, and if I were you, I'd definitely get my affairs in order.'
CHAPTER 78
'THEY'RE COMING,' Stone said.
He and Knox stood and backed against the wall as the pounding of the approaching boots echoed down the hall.
'I hope you're right about what you saw,' Knox said nervously.
'Cuff slot!' a voice barked.
Stone started forward but Knox stopped him.
'This one's mine. They tend to kick the crap out of the first guy. Guess they run out of energy.'
'Joe, you don't have to do that.'
'Why should
Knox backed to the door and put his hands through the slot. Someone grabbed them and pulled hard, causing Knox's head to slam back against the door.
As he shook the pain away, he said, 'You'll have to do a lot better than that, jerk-offs.'
That got him another slam, but he'd braced himself against the door so the damage was negligible. Knox smiled at this small victory even as his headache grew worse.
The two guards didn't bother to search them this time, and they weren't shackled. And it was George, the crotch-grabber. Manson was apparently still in the infirmary.
'Where are your uniforms?' Stone asked George.
'Changing occupations?' Knox added. 'I'm not sure that's the drug dealer look you want.'
'Shut up!' roared the man.
They were hustled downstairs and through more corridors and then down a sloping, winding passageway until Stone could smell the pungent odor of wet dirt and slimy rock.
Up ahead they saw a light. When they approached the man came into view. Howard Tyree was dressed all in black and didn't look nearly so smug as usual.
Stone looked down at him. 'I see the visit today triggered some things.'
'How did you-' Tyree began, but Knox cut him off.
'Macklin Hayes has been under internal investigation for a year for basically being a deranged asshole. They were following him. He led them right to us.
'Shit!' blurted out Tyree.
Stone said, 'So you might just want to surrender, Warden. It's over.'
Tyree smiled, a dangerous look on his face. 'They might be the feds but they're not from around here. Don't know our ways or our land.' He gave Stone a hard shove in the back. 'Now move!'
They walked, the ground sloping down more with each step. Mold clung to the walls, and the heavy smell of damp gripped just as fiercely to their lungs. They finally came to a heavy steel door. George unlocked it. They all stepped through, navigated another short passage and came to yet another massive door. This was unlocked and they stepped into what had to be a mineshaft. Stone and Knox were told to wait as the other man headed off down a side corridor.
Stone looked around at the long tunnel and brace posts in the dirt floor and beams and thick wire across the ceiling holding back the rock. It reminded him of the place with the snakes. And there were rattlers with him tonight too, just of the human variety. Low ceiling, dirt and rock, massive beams holding back the mountain along with the tonnage of the prison. It was claustrophobic, all of it. Stone didn't know which was worse, the cell or the mine.
His philosophizing stopped when he saw the guard coming back and leading another person with him.