Kelly?s smiling and nodding encouragement.
?Let?s just calm down,? Hull temporizes. ?If there has been a kidnapping, you should know this: Going public sometimes results in the death of the hostage. The Bureau can tell you that.?
?You?re not hearing me, William. Your pet psychopaths crossed the line down here. I no longer give a shit about your investigation, and I have enough evidence to arrest Sands for money laundering on my own hook right now. I want proof of life, and I want it in fifteen
minutes. If I don'?t get it, your investigation goes straight down the toilet. Make it happen.?
?What kind of proof do you have in mind??
?I want an answer from Caitlin Masters to a question that only she would know.?
?What is it??
?Who did you lose your virginity to??
Kelly gives me a strange look.
?You got that, Hull??
?Yes, but??
?Make it happen. Once I know she?s alive, we?ll go from there. If I don'?t have the answer in fifteen minutes, I pull the trigger.?
Hull is still trying to talk when I hang up.
Kelly stands and stretches. ?Are we waiting here for their answer??
?Might as well. I want to ask you something. I think it?s bothering me down so deep that I couldn'?t quite voice it. But there?s no use hiding from it.?
?You?re wondering if they'?re planning to kill her no matter what. Right??
?Yeah. Kidnapping alone carries the death penalty in Mississippi. How could they hope to let her go and get away clean? No matter what kind of immunity deal they have with Hull.?
?I think it depends on what that plea deal is?what Sands?s plans are after Po is busted. If he?s planning to go back to China and take over Po?s operations, I guess he could let Caitlin go.?
?But what about Po?s son? He?ll want the China operations, right??
Kelly begins a set of what look like isometric exercises with his hands. ?No doubt. More likely, they?ve cut a private deal for Sands to keep the U.S. casinos, while the son takes over the China stuff.?
?And in that case??
?I don'?t think Sands will want Caitlin running around screaming about kidnapping. Much easier to kill her, lose the body, and never worry about it again.?
The detachment in Kelly?s voice nudges my nestled fear back toward panic. ?But even if that?s his plan, he has to keep her alive until the sting. Right??
?Absolutely.?
?So we?ve got what, thirty hours to find her??
?Or to find something to trade for her.? Kelly sits on the wall again and hits my knee with his fist. ?And we will, man. We will.?
The buzz of my cell phone makes both of us jump, but the caller isn?t Hull or Sands. It?s my father. ?Dad??
?Penn, I need you to come by the house, if you can.?
?What?s the matter? You?re not at work??
?Take it easy. Peggy called me. Annie called her from school, saying she had a stomachache, and Peggy called me to come home and look at her. I think she?s having a delayed reaction to the separation in Houston. All she really needs is to see you. To see all of us together.?
Remembering our conversation in the car this morning, this doesn?'t surprise me. But Annie has almost never asked to be checked out of school. I wonder if Dad could be getting me home for some other reason.
?I'm on my way.?
?Good.?
Kelly is on his feet again. ?Everything okay??
?We need to get to my dad?s house.?
We move quickly to Kelly?s 4Runner. ?Can we talk in here?? I ask, climbing into the passenger seat.
?Swept it right before I drove down here. We?re okay.?
Kelly is turning left on Wall Street when my cell phone chirps, signaling a text message. Closing my eyes briefly, I take my cell out of my pocket and check the message. It reads: PHILIP RIVERS.
?What is it?? Kelly asks. ?Caitlin?s answer??
I nod, thinking.
?Is it the right answer??
?It?s
answer. But not the right one. Not quite.?
?What does that mean??
?It?s part right and part wrong. The message says Philip Rivers. The guy?s name was Philip, but Philip McKey.?
?Okay, then. That'?s Caitlin doing that. She?s handing you information. A clue about something. Philip means she?s alive. What does
mean??
?The river!? I cry.
?She?s by a goddamn river,? Kelly agrees. ?But which river??
?The Mississippi. Has to be, right? That'?s where all the action has been. All the dogfights and training stuff. They probably have her at one of those camps, or on an island.?
?But she said ?ri-
plural.?
?The singular would be too obvious. Wouldn?t sound like a name.?
?Maybe. But she could also be on a tributary, something that flows into the Mississippi.?
?Who cares? Either way, we know she?s alive, and she?s somewhere close to a river. Odds are, it?s the Mississippi.?
?So, what are you thinking?? Kelly asks.
?I'm thinking Danny McDavitt and his FLIR pod.?
?Classic. We can fly the river as soon as it gets dark. I'?ll be his TFO.?
?His what??
?Tactical flight officer. You need two guys to run FLIR from a chopper. The pilot to fly the ship and hold position, and a TFO to control the pod and read the monitor. That'?s why they missed those dogs that hit us the other night. Carl doesn?'t have any hours on a FLIR screen. Just rifle scopes. But I?'ve done time in an AH-64 in Afghanistan. I?'ve spotted IEDs from six miles out in pitch-darkness. And we know how these guys roll. Wherever she is, there?ll be guard dogs, shit like that.? Kelly jams his elbow into my side. ?If she?s on the river, we?ll find her.?
Excitement flashes through me?hope, even. ?Let?s get over to my dad?s place. Quick.?
?Can you get us out of a speeding ticket??
?That'?s
thing I still have the power to do.?
Kelly laughs and floors it.
James Ervin is standing outside the door of my father?s house. The familiar beagle eyes of the old cop always make me smile.
?How you doing, Penn?? he asks.
