bought with pain.
You have to take it,
Tim?s voice says from within her.
Whatever it is?
Sands reaches out and lays a hand on the gleaming metal printer cart. A black rag lies on it. Sands lifts the rag like a magician beginning a trick, and her eyes track to what?s beneath it. The wires end not in EKG leads, but in shiny metal clips.
Alligator clips,
she remembers from a lab in high school. One of the wires is connected to a metal bolt about five inches long. Dried blood coats it.
When Linda recognizes the blood, her mind jumps to the man on the floor with no pants, and the idea she had before?that she was in some place beyond fear?vanishes like water thrown onto a hot skillet. She?s only crossed the threshold of fear. When she first entered this room, her grief over Tim had smothered everything, even her will to live. Now she wants only to keep breathing, to avoid pain.
Sands moves closer, leans down, pushes a strand of hair from her eye. With an intimate caress he wipes a tear from her cheek, then raises his finger to his mouth and licks it.
?Linda, girl,? he says softly, ?there are things far worse than death in this world. I?'ve seen people beg to be where Tim is now. There are?appetites. Appetites that fall outside the pale. Quinn is a man of such appetites. I, on the other hand, prefer the shortest path from A to B.?
This statement confounds her.
?In business,? he clarifies, seeing her reaction. ?This machine generates electric current, in varying intensity. The clips attach to things that protrude, and the bolt is for?insertion.?
Linda?s stomach heaves.
?Get the bucket,? Sands says.
Quinn moves behind her; a door opens and closes. Then Quinn returns and places a bucket stinking of vomit on the floor. The stench is so primal that it cuts through every last illusion.
They?re not going to stop until they know everything,
she realizes.
Maybe not even then. Because he?ll have to be sure.
Linda has never known such despair. She can protect no one. They?ll find out about Penn Cage, where Julia is hiding?
The generator hums ominously when Sands switches it on, like
the motor in a dentist?s office revving up to drive a drill. At the sound, the dog tenses with arousal. Despite its remarkable discipline, it cannot remain still.
?Where?s your cell phone?? Sands asks.
?I threw it overboard.?
?Why??
?Tim told me to. He said you could track us with it.?
Sands shoots Quinn a brief glance. ?What else? What was on the phone? I can get your records.?
?I got a text message I didn't understand.?
?From who? Timothy??
She nods quickly. ?I think he used a stranger?s phone. He thought that was safer.?
?What did it say? Word for word.?
?It wasn'?t words. Not really. It didn't make sense.?
Sands picks up the bloody bolt on its wire. ?It?s very important that you remember, Linda.?
?It was just letters that only half made sense. I thought he meant to send it to someone else.?
?What were they??
?The first word was
Thief
with a capital
T.?
Then
www,
like for ?World Wide Web.??
Quinn takes a small pad from his pocket and begins writing on it.
?What else?? Sands asked.
??Kill mommy,? that was next.?
?Kill mommy??
?I know, it makes no sense.?
?Was there more??
?The last said, ?Squirt too,? or something like that.?
Sands?s eyes narrow in confusion. ?Are you lying to me, Linda??
?No.?
Sands sighs and nods to Quinn. Quinn steps forward and rips the blouse from her chest, his eyes flashing.
She struggles not to void on the chair. ?What do you want to know??
?Was that a code for something else? Who would Timmy be sending that to??
?I don'?t know! I swear to God!?
?Wire her up,? Quinn says. ?Give her a jolt.?
?I might, just,? said Sands, ?depending on how she answers the next question.?
Sands nods toward the corner. ?Turn the boy over. Show her his face.?
Linda?s gaze follows Quinn as he walks to the wall. He bends and pulls the bare-bottomed man over on his back. She?s afraid the face will be butchered, but it?s not. She recognizes a young Asian man she has seen a few times on the boat. Ben Li. She only knows who he is because of Tim. Li works in the security area, running the computer accounting system. On paper he?s listed as a gaming consultant, but his real job is working some sort of illegal magic on the computers that track the profits. Tim only found this out because Ben is lonely, and he uses drugs to dull the ache. Unlike the other employees, Li isn?t given monthly drug tests. In the past few weeks, Tim has become Ben?s supplier. That somehow played into Tim?s plan. Linda only learned this last week, and she wasn'?t sure she wanted to know, but it seemed important to Tim to tell her. It was as though by telling her this?information that could get him killed?Tim was proving how much he loved her, trusted her.
?Do you know who that is?? Sands asks.
?Ben Li.?
?Jaysus,? whispers Quinn. ?Fucking Jessup.?
?Do you know what he does??
?Something with computers, that?s all I know. I only found that out a couple of days ago.?
Quinn savagely kicks the body on the floor. Ben Li doesn?'t flinch.
?Is he dead?? Linda asks.
?Not yet,? Sands replies. ?Soon.?
Gooseflesh rises on the back of her neck. She tries to shift, but the straps hold her fast to the chair.
?Will you move that bucket?? she asks. ?It?s making me sick.?
?Tell me about Penn Cage.?
