to keep flying anyway. The weather hasn?'t been this good in years, and there?s always the prize money.?
?What?s the festival committee say??
?What do you think? Balloons in the air means money, especially tomorrow. Sunday without balloons is always a dud, financially speaking.?
?Do I need to talk at all??
?Just a quick word of thanks. Show them you?re all right. Reassure them.?
Many in the crowd have noticed me, and they'?re watching me now, not Eddie Jarvis. Jarvis waves me forward, and I take the lectern.
?Ladies and gentlemen, I want to thank you for getting here on short notice. What happened to Hans Necker and me today has rattled everyone, I'm sure. But I want you to know that I agree with Hans. I feel sure this was an isolated occurrence. I think everyone should make his or her own choice about whether to continue flying, but we intend to go on with the festival. Law enforcement will have a strong presence along the course this afternoon and tomorrow.?
?Will you be flying this afternoon?? someone calls, and there?s some muted laughter.
?I will. But I'?ll be aboard a sheriff?s department helicopter, helping to scout the course. I don'?t want to put any of you good people at risk by asking you to fly me. It could be that today?s gunman was a disgruntled constituent of mine.?
There?s more laughter this time. Balloon pilots are an intrepid bunch, but not all of them seem reassured.
?I was in the balloon behind you guys,? says a mustached man in the fourth row. ?I heard the bullets flying, but no gunshot. Do the police think the shooter used a silenced rifle??
There?s some murmuring at this.
?I was in the service,? the man explains. ?That'?s what it sounded like to me.?
?The police and the sheriff?s department are looking into all the available evidence. If we learn anything that bears on the safety of
future flights, you?ll all be informed immediately. I'm going to arrange the helicopter flyovers now. Thank you again for all you'?ve done to help make the festival a success. Mr. Jarvis??
I wave and leave the lectern, joining Labry by the door.
?That was just right,? he says. ?Best you could hope for.?
?How many do you think will keep flying??
?Half. And half is plenty. If half of them fly, and this weather holds, the festival could still break a record.?
?I need a phone, Paul. Not your cell either. A hard line.?
He gives me a strange look. ?What?s with all the cloak-and-dagger this weekend??
?Nothing. I just don'?t want anybody hearing our security arrangements.?
Labry steers me toward a door, then pushes it open and speaks to a middle-aged woman sitting at a desk inside. ?Could we borrow your office, Margaret? City business.?
?Of course,? she says, picking up her purse and coming around the desk. ?Glad to see you?re all right, Mr. Mayor.?
?Thank you.?
I motion for Labry to follow her out, then take Danny McDavitt?s cell number from my pocket. He answers immediately.
?Do you know who this is?? I ask.
?I do.?
?Where are you, Major??
?Adams County Airport. Topping up the tank.?
?Can you pick me up somewhere close to town??
?No problem. Where??
I think quickly. ?There?s a big field right in the middle of town, on the north side. It?s right behind the Children?s Home on Union Street. Not a lot of people know about it. I'?ll be waiting there. If you touch down just long enough for me to jump on, nobody watching from a distance will even know you landed.?
?Got it. I'?ll see you in fifteen minutes.?
When I leave the office, Labry is there to escort me back to my car.
?Keep your head down as we pass the crowd,? he says. ?Caitlin nearly beat down the door to get access to that meeting. She?s liable to have an ACLU lawyer out there.?
We exit the building at the rear, beneath the whipping flags of England, France, Spain, the Confederacy, the United States, and of course Mississippi, which still sports the Confederate battle standard in its top left corner.
Making a wide circle around the crowd outside, we move down a row of cars toward my Saab. We?re thirty feet away when Caitlin steps from behind a balloon trailer with a cell phone held to her ear.
?Well, here you are at last,? she says. ?Paul, I need a minute with the mayor.?
Labry looks at me. I sigh in exasperation, then wave him off. He moves back toward the Visitors? Center at a vigorous march.
Caitlin pockets her cell phone and walks toward me, her green eyes intent, probing mine with the power of the quick mind behind them.
?One minute,? I tell her.
?I just heard the flights are going to continue.?
?Yes.?
?There?s no way you would have supported that unless you knew that the shooting today was directed at you alone.?
?What do you want, Caitlin??
I try to keep the frustration out of my voice, but my resentment at her decision to leave Natchez has not left me. She looks hurt, but also resolved to press forward.
?I just saw some pictures that were found at Tim Jessup?s house. Nude pictures. Of a woman who worked on the
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?Some cop is going to lose his job this week.?
?Listen to me, Penn, please. I think someone is trying to play me. I'm not even having to fight to get this stuff out of them. They?re using me to put out a story, I can feel it.?
I don'?t respond.
?Won?t you tell me what?s happening? Let me help you.?
?Don?t you mean help yourself? You?re in the hunt for another Pulitzer, aren'?t you??
Her eyes flash. ?I'm hunting for the truth. As always.?
?I can?t help you.?
?So where does that leave us??
?What else do you have??
She takes a deep breath, looks off toward the crowd, which is dis
persing into the cars now. ?Not much. But that?s going to change. You know it will.?
Conscious of my rendezvous with McDavitt, I make a fast decision. ?Caitlin, let?s pretend no time has passed since we were together. None. No hurt feelings, nothing. I'm telling you that if you pursue this thing, your life is in danger. More than when we worked the Del Payton case, even. You won'?t be helping Tim or what he was trying to do. You won'?t be serving the public interest. And you?ll be putting me and my family at risk, as well as yourself. In a few days, I may be able to tell you more, but for now, that?s it.?
She looks back in disbelief. ?So, I'm just supposed to walk away??
?Weren?t you planning to anyway? I thought you were on your way to New Orleans with your friend??
?He?s already gone.?
?Why aren'?t you??
She starts to answer, then bites her bottom lip and shakes her head. ?I don'?t know. I really don'?t. Thanks for
