The Devils Punchbowl

?Just about,? says Hull. ?I have one question.?

?I'm listening.?

?You said you had enough evidence to convict Jonathan Sands of money laundering on your own.?

?That'?s correct.?

?I?d like to see that evidence.?

?I?d like a chocolate chip cookie without the chips.?

?Mr. Cage??

?Unless your informant wants to trade my lady friend for said evidence, you won'?t be seeing anything. And don'?t bother looking for it, or sending people to look for it. They won'?t find it.?

?I wonder if that?s because you have no such evidence.?

?You?ll be wondering that all night. Look, Hull, I?'ve been where you are, okay? How long did you say you'?ve been trying to bust Po? A couple of years? More??

?Almost three actually.?

?And everything you'?ve done in that time comes down to tomorrow. You?re living on caffeine and adrenaline and doughnuts. You?ve probably got the AG bitching about all the money you'?ve spent, and now?right here at the end?you finally realize that everything you'?ve done hangs on the actions of one psychopathic informant. You thought you were running him, but right now, the tail?s wagging the dog. I know you wouldn'?t have okayed them snatching Caitlin, but for whatever reason, they did it. And the truth is, you?re probably relieved that they took her off the board. Just until your sting goes down. Because right now, you?re the living embodiment of the end justifies the means. Nailing Po is all you live for. I get that, William. But you?re not so far gone that you'?ve forgotten this. If Caitlin Masters dies in the custody of your informant, it won'?t matter what kind of evidence you have on Po. Your case is blown,

and you?ll end up sitting in a cell right next to Sands when it?s all over. That'?s not a threat. That'?s lawyer to lawyer. So you'?ve got one job, my friend. Make sure that not one hair on Caitlin?s head is harmed. Not

one

.?

There?s a long silence. Then Hull says, ?All I can do is give you my word that I'?ll look into the situation. But my instinct is that?no, let me rephrase that?as regards anyone involved in my investigation, you should have no concerns whatever regarding the safety of Ms. Masters.?

?I have your word on that??

?As regards anyone involved in my investigation, yes. Now, if she?s simply run off somewhere??

?Her bodyguard was shot with a tranquilizer dart.?

?Well?she

is

an investigative journalist. We can?t know what sort of stories she might be pursuing.?

?I don'?t like what you?re suggesting, William. I'm getting a very uneasy feeling. And I think the best way for you to alleviate that feeling is to get on a Learjet, switch on the afterburners, and get your ass down here.

Tonight.

You need to get a handle on your informant, before I decide to have him jailed myself.?

?I can?t possibly do that.?

?Why not??

?I can?t tell you. But I will be coming south tomorrow. Meanwhile, I can?t imagine that jailing Mr. Sands would be anything but counterproductive?for all of us. I think that if you can be patient for a little longer, your patience will be rewarded.?

?I'm not a patient man,? I say, and cut the connection.

?Learjets don'?t have afterburners,? Kelly says. ?But it sounded good. Is he coming??

?He says he can?t be here until tomorrow. He?s got to be bullshitting me.?

?Maybe not. He?s probably trying to get a leash on Sands from where he is, but he?s got too many balls in the air to control them all. He?s doing just what you said?praying everything will hold together until tomorrow night.?

?I hope so.?

?There is one other option.? Kelly smiles. ?You said Homeland Security was part of this task force, right??

?Yeah.?

?The threat of Mr. Masters going public could have pushed Hull over the edge. He might just be stalling long enough to get a rendition team down here to make us all disappear.?

?You?re kidding, right??

Kelly laughs. ?Hell, yeah. They?re not that crazy. And it?s not going to matter anyway. We?re going to find her ourselves tonight.?

CHAPTER

56

?I told you it wouldn'?t work,? Linda says through the plywood wall. ?He doesn?'t miss anything. He took one look in there and knew what you were thinking. That'?s why he took the cats.?

Caitlin balls her bloody fists in frustration and tries to keep her voice level. ?It doesn?'t matter. I can get into the storeroom now.?

?So what? You can?t get away without the cats to distract them.?

?I'm going to use the puppy chow.?

Linda laughs without mirth. ?You think those dogs want puppy chow? They eat meat, and nothing but. You?re crazy if you try it.?

?Have you got the bars off your window yet??

Linda says nothing.

?Linda??

?I got two of them loose. What does it matter? You can?t get this chain off, and even if you do, I can?t run. How many times do I have to tell you that??

?You can tell me a thousand times and I won'?t listen.?

There?s another long silence, during which Caitlin hears the trainers outside working the Bully Kuttas. From what she?s seen through her window, any man who would climb into a pit with one of them with only a knife would have to be certifiably insane, no matter how much armor he wore. Still, Daniel Kelly managed to kill one on the riverbank, so it?s not impossible. But Kelly is an elite commando; she

can?t have any illusions about what would happen if one of the dogs caught hold of an ankle as she climbed the fence. They would literally eat her alive.

?I'm not leaving without you,? Caitlin says again. ?But we have to go as soon as those trainers leave. Quinn?s going to be furious after what Sands did to him today. He?s going to want to take it out on you. As soon as the trainers leave, you get those other bars off.?

?I know what they'?re going to do,? she says. ?They?re going to take you away, and then they?ll put that armor suit on me and throw me to the dogs.?

?No!? Caitlin shouts, but she suspects Linda is right.

?You saw how they acted. They can?t afford to kill you. That'?s why they came and asked who popped your cherry. The mayor?s working some kind of deal for you. But I won'?t get that. I?'ve seen too much.?

?If they are letting me go, then they can?t kill you. I?'ve seen you. I could tell people you were alive. You see??

A shout with a ring of finality echoes across the yard beneath the great shed, and Caitlin hears the lid of a pickup?s toolbox clang down.

?They?re getting ready to leave,? she says, feeling her heart pound with anticipation. ?Get ready to get those bars down. The second they'?re gone, I'm getting up on the roof.?