Chapter 27
She can really drive that thing, Bobby said.
Donald nodded.
Donny, Im going to throw out a wild guess here. You havent been taking your meds, right?
Donald shook his head.
I figured as much, Bobby said. What I love about you is your consistencyyou never learn. Come on, Candice is working on a big lunch, and my daughter the Blond Tornado wants to watch the Pistons with her Unkie Donny. Think you can manage that without trying to beat somebody up?
I can give it the old college try.
They got on the sleds and headed back down the trail. Donald felt like a complete idiot, losing his temper like that in front of his daughter. What if the guy hadnt been Bobbys neighbor? What if hed just been some jacka.s.s with a gun? Then Donald, and his daughter, could have been in real danger. Maybe hed start taking those meds as soon as he got back to the house.
MOTEL -ROOM COFFEE
Dew sat in his motel room sipping a cup of motel-room coffee. He remembered when it was all fancy to have one of those little single-cup coffee machines in your room. Now they were everywhere, and they all skimped on the vitalswho the h.e.l.l made coffee with only one creamer and one sugar?
s.h.i.+tty as the coffee was, he needed that caffeine kick for this conversation. He held the coffee in one hand, his old bricklike secure satellite phone in the other.
It was a bloodbath, Murray, Dew said.
You screwed the pooch this time, Top, Murray said, using the shorthand for top sergeant, Dews rank back when they served together. Dew hated that phrase, and Murray knew it.
Youve put me up against it, Murray said. The new chief of staff is going to have my b.a.l.l.s on a platter for this. I told them Dawsey was under control.
Yeah, well, that was a pretty stupid thing to do, L. T. Murrays old wartime shorthand for lieutenant annoyed him just as much as Top annoyed Dew.
Its not all bad, Dew said. At least Margaret has that test for the hosts. Thats a big step.
True, that will help some, Murray said. I dont know if itll be enoughVanessa Colburn has it in for me.
Something else might help, too, Dew said. After I sent my report, the guys found the daughter, Sara McMillian, in a shallow grave in the backyard. Killed by a hammer blow to the head. So its
Nice, Murray said. Hows the baby and the oldest son?
Baby is fine. No infection. Oldest son, Tad, hes physically okay. Psychologically... well, turns out the father made Tad dig the grave for the sister.
Youre s.h.i.+tting me.
I s.h.i.+t you not, Dew said. Thats what the boy said. And hes probably telling the truth, because his hands are all blistered. Its pretty hard to dig through frozen ground. Hence the shallow part of the shallow grave.
Jesus. Well, I guess I can say Dawsey actually saved Tad while Im at it. Less psycho, more brave hero.
Murray, listen. Im thinking maybe its time we put Dawsey away.
A pause. Define put him away.
Not that kind, Dew said. A sanitarium or something. A supermax. Whatever.
Come on, Dew, Murray said. You know we cant do that.
He attacked two agents.
Baumgartner has a broken nose and Milner has a black eye, for f.u.c.ks sake, Murray said. Theyve probably got worse in a pickup basketball game.
Doesnt matter. a.s.saulting an agent is a federal offense.
Oh, are you going to start obeying the letter of the law all the sudden?
Lets make that happen, Top. Maybe you and I can share a cell and have some quality time together before they give us the chair.
Dew said nothing.
Thats what I thought, Murray said. You know what? The kids no different from us. He just doesnt have a badge.
That one hit home. Was Dew actually like Perry? Willing to do whatever it took to get the job done? No, they werent alike for one key reason Dew didnt want to admithed killed a lot more people than Dawsey had.
He wrecked that car, Dew said. He wants another one.
So get him another one. Its only taxpayer money. Enough b.i.t.c.hing about this kid already. Dew, we need a live host.
Why the f.u.c.k do you think Im b.i.t.c.hing about him? How am I supposed to get a live host when Dawsey is running around killing them like a f.u.c.king wild animal?
Murray was silent for a second. What the h.e.l.l happened to you?
Oh, Christ, Dew said. Are you firing up a rah-rah speech?
Just shut the f.u.c.k up and listen, Murray said. And thats an order. Your job used to be getting men to follow you, because if they didnt, theyd wind up dead, and you probably along with them. This isnt any different. Find a way to get the job done. Do it in the parameters set before you. I dont want to hear about your obstacles or any kind of pressure youre under.
How about you see this s.h.i.+t firsthand and then you talk to me about pressure? Dew said. Ill switch places with you in a heartbeat.
Vanessa Colburn would eat you alive, Murray said. You wouldnt last five minutes here, just like I wouldnt last five minutes there. What the f.u.c.k is wrong with you? You get your partner killed and you think youre excused from finding a way to get the job done?
Dew took a slow breath. Youd best be real careful how you choose your words from here on out, L. T.
Oh, can the tough-guy drama, Murray said. Malcolm is dead, Dew. Deal with it. You want payback, right?
Youre G.o.dd.a.m.n right I do. That was exactly what he wanted. More than anything else, save for a magic potion that would bring Malcolm back from the dead.