?Okay. You said Mayor Cage got my note, right??
?That'?s what Darla said. Now, let?s get on down the aisle.?
As Simpson helps Linda to her feet, three loud knocks reverberate through the cold church, like someone banging on a castle door.
?Come in,? the pastor calls. ?We?re coming.?
The door opens, and Linda sees a tall silhouette in the door. Darla, for sure. But as the silhouette moves forward, Linda perceives its narrow waist and broad shoulders. Then a shaft of light falls on the handsome face of Seamus Quinn.
Linda?s stomach heaves in terror, and she whirls toward Pastor Simpson, who?s looking at her with terrible shame on his face.
Quinn strides up the aisle with two big men flanking him. Linda recoils and tries to run toward the altar, but her torn knee gives way and she collapses in the aisle. The two men rush forward and lift her to her feet.
?How can you do this?? she asks, her eyes on Pastor Simpson. ?You?re a man of God!?
?Just a man, Linda. I'm weak, like everybody else. I sin like everyone else. It?s the curse of my life.?
Simpson turns to Quinn and says, ?We?re square now, right? That'?s what you said? All debts canceled??
Quinn gives him a broad grin and slaps his back. ?No worries, Padre. For now. I'm sure you?ll be back at the tables soon enough.?
?No!? Simpson cries. ?Never. This finishes all that!?
Quinn?s laughter reverberates through the church as they drag Linda toward the door.
?They?re going to kill me!? she screams, looking back at Simpson with pleading eyes. ?You know they are!?
?The Lord will keep you, child! Have no fear. You?re a child of God, perfect in his eyes. But I must to render unto Caesar what is Caesar?s. My family needs me, Linda. My congregation needs me. You?ll be saving all of that with your sacrifice, just as our Lord did at Calvary!?
?Fuckin? hell!? Quinn shouts, laughing. ?Shut your fucking gob already! You?re worse than the bloody Taigs!?
As Simpson falls to his knees at the altar and begins to pray, Linda?s knee gives way at the door. The men lift her bodily and carry her toward a black SUV.
?Who?s going first?? asks one of the men holding her.
?High card wins,? says the second.
?Get your arses up front,? snaps Quinn. ?Age before beauty, that?s the rule.?
He lifts the rear gate on the SUV and the men slide Linda into the cargo area on her back. ?Get on with you,? Quinn says. ?This is no peep show.?
One man slams the rear door down, and they get into the front seat. After the motor starts, Quinn leans down beside Linda?s ear. ?You led me a merry chase, darlin?. But I like a game bitch. I?'ve been waiting a long time for this. I?'ve already seen pictures, now let?s see the real thing.?
Linda struggles as his hand slides down her stomach, but when a razor-edged knife grazes her throat, she freezes. Seconds later, her pants have been cut from her body as smoothly as if by a nurse in an ER.
Quinn?s eyes glint in the dark. ?So that?s what kept the boss in such a state,? he whispers. ?Not bad? not bad.?
?What do you want??
?Everything you gave
him,?
Quinn whispers. ?Then more.?
Linda?s shock and fever have held her at some chemical remove from the situation, but now reality is settling into her bones. God has not delivered her anywhere but into the hands of Tim?s murderers.
?Please don'?t hurt me any more,? she whispers. ?I'?ll do anything you say.?
?Course you will.? Quinn laughs harshly, then hits the front seat twice to signal the driver to go. ?Everybody does, in the end.?
CHAPTER
36
Kelly and I are standing at the foot of the broad gangplank of the
Magnolia Queen,
having a last talk before we go aboard. Kelly believes Sands needs to hear directly from us that we?re disengaging from our covert war, and we need his assurance that he?s doing the same. I?'ve agreed because I want no misunderstanding on that score, especially since Kelly and Danny McDavitt are flying to Houston this afternoon to bring back Annie and my mother.
?We?re just going to talk, right?? I ask a little anxiously.
?Clear the air,? Kelly says. ?Everybody can get whatever they have to say off their chests, and we can all relax a little.?
?That'?s kind of hard for me to visualize, given the past few days.?
?Nah. Come on.?
As I follow him up the broad gangplank, I say, ?Did that SAS sergeant ever get back to you? About Sands?s life pre-1989? The Northern Ireland stuff??
Kelly?s face darkens. ?He did, but he didn't have anything for me. He thinks Sands probably isn?t a real name. I faxed him a photo, but that could take longer. My guy?s not on active duty anymore.?
?I just wish we knew more about this asshole.?
?We?re about to. You?re not carrying a weapon or a wire, are you??
?No. Why??
?They?re bound to search us. Wand us, everything.?
?I'm clean. You??
Kelly rolls his eyes. ?I asked you first.?
At the end of the gangway we pass through the main entrance, where a guard in a burgundy uniform stands greeting gamblers. Seeing us, he speaks into a collar radio. Seconds later, two men appear at our sides and lead us to an elevator hidden behind a wall partition. As we rise to the upper floor known as the hurricane deck, our escorts pat us down thoroughly, then run wands along the lengths of our bodies.
?Rub a little harder down there,? Kelly quips. ?You?re giving me a chubby.?
The guy pulls back, muttering something about queers and ponytails. He?d probably be shocked to learn that this ponytailed hippie could take him apart without raising his pulse rate.
The other guy finishes Kelly?s patdown, stopping at his left forearm. Kelly pulls up the sleeve of his sweatshirt, exposing a white bandage. ?Dog bite,? he says with a smile. The guy fingers the entire length of the bandage while Kelly grits his teeth. Then the man presses a remote in his pocket.
The doors open onto a carpeted corridor where the jangling sound of slots does not intrude. The men motion for us to walk past simulated gasoliers to a set of stainless-steel doors at the end of the hall.
As we reach them, the doors part as though by magic, and I catch my breath. The steamboat-Gothic motif that dominates the
Magnolia Queen
