“Remove the hood.”
A pause, then Berkeley said, “Oh, God. No! Please, no!”
“It’s going to happen one way or another, so there’s no use struggling,” Harris told him.
For the next few minutes, there was only the sound of movement.
“We’re ready,” Harris finally announced.
“Proceed,” the old man told him.
The hum started up again.
“Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,” Berkeley repeated.
Without warning, the volume of the hum increased, and Berkeley’s pleading became a guttural, stuttering groan. This lasted several seconds before the hum decreased. Berkeley sounded like a balloon giving up its last bit of air.
Electroshock. There was no question. And from what Harris said earlier, at least one of the electrodes must have been attached to a foot. That was a big,
“Again,” the old man said.
The hum increased, sending another shock through Berkeley’s system.
Next up was Lanier. He made no struggle or pleas for divine intervention. The only thing he said after he was strapped in was, “What are you waiting for?”
“Next?” Harris asked.
“Him,” the old man said.
This time the hands seized Nate. He let them maneuver him to a table.
“Here. Let me help,” he said. He kicked off his left shoe before the hands moved to his feet.
What he didn’t know was if they needed both or just one.
As the bag was removed from his head, he looked down to see a man remove his left sock and place an electrode against the sole of his foot. His right shoe, the one on his artificial leg, was left untouched.
He was so relieved that he barely noticed as they placed the secured electrodes to his body.
“Ready,” Harris said.
“Proceed.”
All thoughts vanished from Nate’s mind as every nerve in his body caught fire. There was no time, no place, no nothing. Just a brilliant spike of white, searing pain.
He suddenly found himself lying on the table, panting. Throughout his body, muscles contracted and stretched on their own. He could still feel the electric current under his skin like it was a living thing, randomly jumping from one part of his body to another.
“Again,” the old man said.
Before Nate could even register the word, oblivion descended again.
CHAPTER 38
They took a room in a hotel near the center of Tampico that Orlando deemed to have adequate Wi-Fi coverage.
While she buried herself in her laptop, Quinn tried calling Misty, but only got through to her voice mail. He left a message, then called Steve Howard.
“She wanted me to stay here at her place,” Howard said. “Said she’d be back within a few hours.”
“Where did she go?” Quinn asked.
“To get something for you, I gathered, but she wouldn’t say where that was.”
“You should have gone with her.”
“Oh, I know. I actually did try to follow her, but damn if that woman didn’t give me the slip. Are we sure she was only Peter’s assistant?”
Quinn told him to call back as soon as she returned, and hung up.
Waiting was a prominent part of a cleaner’s job. If you weren’t good at it, you might as well find some other profession. But this wasn’t waiting for someone to give him the signal to remove a body. This was waiting for information other people were gathering for him, and it made him feel restless.
“Anyone else hungry?” he asked, needing to do something. “I’ll go out and see what I can find.”
“I’ll join you,” Daeng said, pushing himself off one of the beds.
“No, I’ll go.” Liz jumped up.
Even Orlando looked up in surprise.
Quinn headed for the door. “All right. Come on.”
There was no need to use the car. There were plenty of places within walking distance to pick up a meal.
For the first few minutes, neither of them spoke as they headed down the street.
As they neared a few restaurants, Quinn said, “Any preference?”
“Mexican?” she said.
“Very funny.”
Quinn flipped a coin in his head, and the second restaurant won. They ordered four
Quinn stared outside, watching the cars and checking the people on the street out of habit.
Something touched his hand. He jerked it back before he realized it had been Liz.
“I know that you’re upset I’m here,” she told him. She put her hand on his again. “If I were you, I would be, too.”
The corner of his mouth ticked up.
“But if you were me,” she went on, “you would do what I’ve done also.”
“But I have the experience,” he countered.
“Even if you didn’t.”
There was no need for him to respond. She was right. They both knew it.
“I won’t get in your way. But I need to be close.”
“It’s dangerous, Liz. We don’t know what we’re dealing with.”
She squeezed his hand. “I know it’s dangerous. Don’t forget I’ve seen how crazy things can get in your world. But, Jake, I love him. I’ll do anything for him, just like I know he’d do anything for me. Just like you’d do anything for Orlando.”
“Or you.”
She smiled. “Or me.”
“So what am I supposed to say? ‘Sure, you can tag along anytime you want, just duck if anyone shoots’?”
She laughed, natural and light, something he hadn’t made her do in forever. Though he tried to suppress it, a smile cracked on his face.
“There are certain situations when you should probably tell me no,” she said. “But you can’t shut me out of everything. I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m not someone who needs her big brother to decide everything for her.”
Quinn tensed, knowing he hadn’t been there when she was that girl who needed him. But instead of going down that road, she said, “I know how much you care about me. I know the things you’ve done to help me. I may not always agree with your choices, but I do know your heart has always been in the right place. And…” She paused. “I love you for that. You’re my big brother. I love you. Period.”
It was something he hadn’t allowed himself to hope to hear from her lips again. He turned his hand so they were palm in palm.
“Everything I’ve done is only because I love you,” he whispered.
