CHAPTER
55
When I come out of the district attorney?s office, I find Kelly sitting on the concrete wall by the courthouse, beneath the shade of a gnarled oak. His rented 4Runner is parked in front of him, but when he points at it, I shake my head and sit beside him on the wall.
?What?s the deal?? he asks.
?Shad has the thumb drive, but he?s not giving it up unless I get more leverage.?
?He admitted having it??
?No. But he?s got it. I?d like to take you back in there and sweat it out of him, but he is the DA. Two minutes after we left him, we?d be in there.?
Kelly looks to where I'm pointing, a tall pile of red brick with slit windows above the sheriff?s department across the street. He nods. ?Okay, what?s plan B??
?While Shad?s at work, I want you to search his house. If you don'?t find it there, come back to his office after work and search that. Can you get his safe open??
?No problem.?
?Okay. We need to check Ben Li?s place too. They burned it down, but we should check the yard, anything. I?'ve got Chief Logan looking into any other property he might have had. Storage units, safe-deposit boxes, like that. Maybe we?ll get lucky.?
?You trust Logan?? Kelly asks, as two women come down the courthouse steps and turn our way.
?As much as anyone in this town.? One of the women waves. I do the same, acting as if I recognize her.
?What about you? What are you going to do??
?Run the bluff of my life.?
?What?s your play??
?The only way to increase the odds of Caitlin living through the night is to make Hull think I'm willing to blow his case wide-open if they hurt her. That they?ve pushed me so far I no longer give a shit about Po or anything else.?
?That shouldn?t be a tough sell. If the time limit Labry gave you is right?thirty-six hours?and he was supposed to tell you that this morning, the Po sting must be set up for tomorrow. Tomorrow night at the latest. Hull will be sweating bullets until then.?
?Exactly. But I have to be careful. I can?t demand that they trade Caitlin for something I don'?t have, and I don'?t want Sands to panic. He could kill her and split.?
?He?ll figure the moment Caitlin?s loose, she?ll go public anyway.?
?Right. What I want is to know Caitlin?s alive.?
Kelly scratches his chin. ?Proof of life. It?s like you?re keeping your cool, but you know better than to trust Sands and Quinn. Do you think Hull knew they were going to take her??
I shake my head. ?He would have tried to stop that. I think they panicked and did it, then presented him a fait accompli?if they?ve told him at all.?
?So what will you ask for? A phone call from her??
?They won'?t do that. We could backtrack with the cell company and figure out where she called from.?
?A photo with today?s newspaper is standard. They could text it to you.?
?I'm thinking of something even faster and simpler.?
?What??
?A question only she would know the answer to.?
Kelly gives me a thumbs-up. ?Do it.?
I speed-dial Hull, but he doesn?'t answer. There?s a click that I think is his voice mail, but suddenly his voice comes from the phone.
?Yes? Who is this??
?Penn Cage.?
?I'm in a meeting. What is it??
?You?d better take a bathroom break if you want Edward Po?s scalp on your wall.?
?Don?t use that name on an open line.?
?Buddy, I'm sixty seconds from calling the FBI and telling it to their kidnap squad.?
?Kidnap squad?? Hull sounds genuinely shocked.
?Is that news to you??
?I don'?t know what you?re talking about,? he says under his breath. ?But I told you, the FBI is part of my task force.?
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of the FBI is part of your task force. The National Security Branch, I'm guessing. And the Money Laundering Task Force. But I know how the FBI works kidnappings, Hull. Five minutes after I call the New Orleans and Jackson field offices, they?ll call the Puzzle Palace, and you?ll have a world-class clusterfuck on your hands.?
?Give me just a minute,? Hull says softly. ?I'?ll be right back.?
I hear shuffling, then a closing door. ?Cage, I don'?t know what the hell you?re up to, but we?re into endgame on this. You?re begging for an obstruction-of-justice charge.?
I laugh out loud. ?Last night Caitlin Masters was kidnapped from her home. A sworn officer of the law was almost killed protecting her. I don'?t know how much you know about this, and I don'?t give a shit. I want proof that she?s alive.?
?How can I??
?Do you have any idea who that girl?s father is? Clinton Masters owns twentysome newspapers across the Southeast. He?s got Rupert Murdoch on speed dial. If I pick up the phone and tell him what?s happened, you can kiss Edward Po smack on the ass as he flutters out of your net.
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