The Devils Punchbowl

flashlight, Kelly shines it onto the deck, reflecting enough light upward to see our faces.

?Everybody good??

?No,? says Caitlin. ?Enough with the mystery. Let?s do whatever we came to do.?

?We?re about to. But before we do, I want to show you something.?

Kelly sweeps the yellow beam along the waterline at the base of the cypress trunks. There, among the smooth wooden knees, dozens of red eyes reflect the light back to us with chilling effect.

Caitlin leaps from her seat and seizes my arm. ?What the hell is

that

? Penn? What are they??

Another thud comes from below, but this time the boat doesn?'t shudder.

?Did we hit something else?? Caitlin asks anxiously.

In answer, Kelly sweeps the light along the waterline on both sides of the boat, then aims it into the cypresses again. The red eyes glow in pairs, some only a couple of inches apart, others more widely spaced.

?What

are

those things??

?Alligators,? I say. ?Locals call this place Alligator Alley.?

As she shakes her head in disbelief, a loud slapping sound reverberates over the lake.

?They?re headslapping,? Kelly says. ?Warning us to get out.?

?I want to go back,? Caitlin says anxiously. ?This is crazy.?

?This is karma,? Kelly says enigmatically. ?We?'ve all been through a lot this past week, but nobody more than you. Nobody who lived, anyway.?

She looks back at him in confusion. ?And??

?You remember that talk we had at that other lake house? About Sands being a one-bullet problem??

Now he has her attention. ?Yes.?

?Tom told you it wasn'?t up to you, only to him and Penn.?

?I remember.?

?Well, this time you get a vote.?

?A vote?? She glances at me, then looks back at Kelly. ?On what??

He passes the flashlight to me, then steps down and opens the door to the forward cabin.

?What?s he doing?? Caitlin asks.

Kelly disappears into the cabin and pulls the door shut behind him.

?I'm not sure.? Even as I say this, I know it?s a lie. I?'ve known Kelly too long to be surprised. Now I know what he means by

closure.

I hear muted ripping sounds, some scuffling, and then the cabin door opens and Kelly drags a human form up onto the deck. When I shine the light down onto it, Caitlin gasps.

Seamus Quinn lies on the deck carpet, bound and gagged with duct tape, both eyes blackened and burning with virulent hatred. He?s wearing dark pants, a bloodstained white T-shirt, and one shoe. His other ankle and foot are too grossly swollen to fit inside the other.

Why has he done this?

I wonder. Kelly and I have come to this fork in the road before, and I chose the rule of law. Why would he think I?d decide any different now? My decision to assassinate Sands was defensive; killing Quinn would be revenge. Also, stupid. We need Quinn as a witness against Sands.

Although,

I reflect,

if Jiao continues to cooperate with Shad, Quinn?s testimony would be superfluous.

There?s something going on here that I don'?t understand. Could Kelly simply be flirting with an idea that he knows I'?ll never agree to, but one I might push far enough to teach a murderer a lesson he?ll never forget?

No.

He wouldn'?t waste his time hazing somebody. He?s hard-core, all the way. But whatever he?s up to, one thing is sure: He won'?t kill Quinn unless Caitlin and I tell him to do it.

?I thought this guy was dead,? I say.

Kelly shrugs. ?As far as anybody knows, he is.?

After a few seconds of dazed comprehension, Caitlin breaks away from me and kicks the Irishman savagely in the ribs. He grunts but doesn?'t attempt to defend himself. Caitlin draws back her foot and kicks him again, harder this time. When Quinn shows no sign of terror, she throws the flashlight at his head, then hammers her foot into his arm, his neck, and his head. Quinn rolls away from the blows, but the bulkhead stops him. After that, he absorbs the kicks with resignation, like a man accustomed to beatings. Caitlin, by contrast, is crying and whining as she struggles to make Quinn feel some fraction of the pain he inflicted on Linda Church.

Caitlin stops after half a minute, probably because she?s winded. I too am breathing hard, as though I participated in the assault. But my distress is emotional. Never have I seen Caitlin lose complete control, much less become violent. Even now she seems poised to begin kicking Quinn again. Her chin is quivering, and her eyes are wild. What I thought might be a reflexive discharge of pent-up fury seems to be only the first flicker of an unquenchable anger. What, I wonder, would it take to drive her into such a state?

And that?s when I realize that Kelly?s decision to bring us here has nothing to do with me. He?s done this for Caitlin?s sake.

Because he knows something you don'?t,

says a childlike voice within me.

Something awful.

My throat tightens as I perceive something huge and dark beyond the surface of things, like a misshapen form behind a curtain I?'ve been unwilling to pull back. Did Quinn?s bruises and blackened eyes result from his fight on the

Magnolia Queen

? Or when Kelly uprooted every detail of his crimes from the toxic soil of his memory?

Kelly knows what happened in the dog kennel,

says the voice.

And whatever it was, he thinks she needs to witness this kind of punishment to exorcise it.

Kelly has laid his hands on Caitlin?s shoulders, as though to hold her back. Without knowing why, I kneel and rip the tape from Quinn?s mouth.

?You going to drown me, Your Honor?? the Irishman asks, working his lower jaw up and down as though to relieve a cramp. ?That the plan??

?That'?s up to the lady,? Kelly says softly. ?What do you figure your odds are??

?Drownin?s not so bad,? Quinn says philosophically. ?I?'ve drowned many a runt for the good of the litter. There?s worse ways to go.?

Kelly smiles appreciatively. ?You?re right about that, ace.?

Caitlin looks warily from me to Kelly, then back to me again. ?Is he serious??

?Oh, he?s serious, all right.?

The Caitlin I thought I knew would be yelling for us to take Quinn back to Natchez and hand him over to the police. But the woman before me is not doing that. Instead, she takes the flashlight from me and shines it around the boat in a slow circle, watching the reptilian eyes watch her.

I try to catch Kelly?s eye, but he?s gazing at Caitlin like a knight awaiting a decision from his queen. Christ. When I first saw Quinn lying on the deck, I thought Kelly had chosen a cruel path by exposing Caitlin to such a situation. But now I understand that she?s already far down a road I wouldn'?t have expected her to set foot on