My vision begins to blur as panic rushes through me. ?I tried to call you on my way here. Why didn't you answer??
?I can?t find my cell phone.?
?Is Carl alive??
?His heart?s beating. They must have hit him with some kind of big-game tranquilizer. I just called 911.?
?You didn't check in with him last night??
?Dude, I didn't wake up until two minutes ago. I think they drugged me too. Somebody must have slipped something into my drink at the Corner Bar.?
?Why the hell would they take Caitlin now? We had an agreement!?
Kelly gently slaps Carl?s face. ?Either they want something from you, or they want to keep you from doing something.?
?I already told them I was backing off!?
?I just thought of a third possibility.?
?What??
?Caitlin wasn'?t too happy about our deal to back off. What if she
? What if she kept working the case??
Immediately, I know Kelly?s right. Still, I say, ?She wouldn'?t do that.?
He gives me a look. ?Come on, man. This is Caitlin we?re talking about.?
?Do you know where she was yesterday?? Kelly asks. ?What she did all day? Because Carl wasn'?t with her a lot of the time. She told him she needed some time alone, and she meant it. I was surprised she let him stay here last night.?
?That'?s
she let him stay,? I think aloud. ?She knew there was risk, because she was still working this thing. Damn it!?
Kelly puts his ear to Carl?s chest, then feels his pulse.
?What should I do? Call the FBI? Caitlin?s father??
?No way. Hell no.?
?That'?s what anybody else would do. That'?s why this was such a stupid move on their part!?
?Sands expects you to know the rules. Calling in the FBI automatically risks the life of the hostage. You go public, like her father might, you?d be signing her death sentence. Think about it: If Caitlin kept pushing the case, Sands would assume you were too. So he thinks
broke the agreement. They don'?t want to kill her. But they could. That'?s the whole point of taking her. You?ve got to stay cool. You?ll hear from them soon. You should go across the street and check your message machine.?
?They know my damned cell number!?
As Kelly and I stare at each other, Carl begins to cough in his arms. Then he vomits onto Kelly?s leg and the hardwood floor.
?Thank God he didn't do that last night,? Kelly says. ?He had duct tape over his mouth. He would have done a Jimi Hendrix right here.?
?We can?t just wait around for Sands to make the next move.?
Kelly wipes vomit off his pants. ?I should?ve just thrown him in the car instead of waiting on an ambulance. Jeez.? Kelly looks up at me with weary disgust. ?What do you want to do??
?Grab Sands or Quinn off the street and squeeze them until they tell us where she is. You told Sands yesterday that you?d kill him if he fucked with my family. Well, Caitlin is family.?
?She is, absolutely. But we won'?t be able to get to them now. They?ve gone to the mattresses.?
Carl seems to be breathing better, but he?s not yet coherent.
?But
?? I ask. ?Sands isn?t stupid. Why take the risk of me calling the FBI and blowing up the whole Po sting??
?I told you, either Caitlin gave them no choice, or you have something they want.?
?But I don'?t!?
?Maybe they think you do. Sands thinks there?re still variables floating around out there. The USB drive, for instance. And whatever that computer kid had on him. The bird lover. And don'?t forget Linda Church.?
Kelly?s right, especially about Linda. ?I could see Caitlin trying to find her.?
?The worst scenario,? he says, ?is that Caitlin was planning to go public, and they found out about it. They probably have somebody on their payroll down at the paper. Only makes sense.?
?Jesus. Do you think they took her just to kill her? Kill her and lose her body??
?No. They?d have taken Carl too. This is like when kings used to exchange hostages to prevent wars from happening. Gangs still do that kind of thing.?
?How is this like that? They have Caitlin, and we have nothing.?
?Sands must
you have something. Probably Ben Li?s insurance.?
As soon as these words leave Kelly?s mouth, I know what to do. I
take out my cell phone, but before I punch a key, Kelly says, ?Whoa, what are you doing??
?Watch and learn.? I speed-dial Seamus Quinn, and the Irishman answers with his usual smug sarcasm.
?Top of the morning to ya, Mr. Mayor.?
?It?s after lunch, Quinn.?
?Is it? I'?ll bet some people are just wakin? up, though.?
I nod meaningfully to Kelly. ?We both know what happened last night, so let?s skip the games. I know you won'?t talk about it. I just want you to know one thing.?
?You?re not gonna threaten me again, are you? I'm getting a bit tired of that.?
?Do you remember our conversation on the
on Monday??
?I remember your bodyguard assaulted me. With a deadly weapon. I'm thinking of pressing charges.?
?Listen to me, you stupid bastard??
Kelly mouths, shaking his head.
?Your boss discussed some missing data. Do you remember that??
Quinn?s answer is silence.
When we left the
yesterday morning, Kelly assumed that Quinn had possession of the missing USB drive, and was holding it to use in a possible deal with Hull. I agreed. But if Sands and Quinn are desperate enough to kidnap Caitlin, something tells me that they have neither Ben Li?s stash nor the USB drive. And if Quinn doesn?'t have it, logic leaves only one other likely candidate?someone who heard the voice memo Tim made on his cell phone before he died. Knowing Shad Johnson as I do?as a political creature above all else?I judge that it?s worth the risk of bluffing Quinn on this point.
?I?'ve got it, Quinn.?
?You?re lying,? says the Irishman, and for a moment my confidence wavers. But something in his voice tells me to push on, and with the dizzying rush that a cliff diver must feel, I say, ?I?'ve got your boss by the short hairs, you bastard, and there?s only one way he?s getting it back. A trade.?
