Part 26 (2/2)

Jacko flung open a large metal flap set into the floor. Fenton forced Officer Williams ahead of him, and when they neared the open hatch, he heaved her forward, flinging her headfirst into the hole, and she disappeared into the dark pit. ”What are you doing!” Brother Mike yelled. In answer, Cooper Lewis swung the barrel of the shotgun across the old man's jaw, hurtling Brother Mike backward, clocking his head hard against the floor.

Fenton pounded down the stairs after her. Roy looked back for a moment and then followed, hobbling on his peg leg. Jacko waited, eyeing Lewis, eyeing Brother Mike. Josh breathed in and out, numbed by the quickness of it all. He'd misread Fenton's soul. He'd thought Fenton killed Boyd as a way of protecting her, but nothing could have prepared Josh for the disdain that came next, the way Fenton threw her down the stairs. A bag of garbage to him, a lifeless manequin.

”Help me carry him down,” Jacko said. He meant Brother Mike, and he gave Josh a meaningful look. Do this with me. Don't hesitate. Don't get either of us in trouble. And so Josh, with all the cowardice in his heart, slung his arms through Brother Mike's arms, clasping him to his chest, and eased his weight up while Jacko got the legs. Brother Mike was awake, but his head rolled, and his eyes looked gla.s.sy. They reached the stairs, and Josh backed down first, fearful of slipping and tumbling down. Jacko's help gave way. Josh stumbled with the sudden s.h.i.+ft in weight, but reset his feet, cradled Brother Mike better, and pulled him down as gently as he could, legs dragging down each step. Gasping hard now, Josh hauled him to the side of the room and propped him against a wall.

Turning, he got a better look at her condition. She lay facedown on the floor, her torso twisted sideways, one leg bent, the other stretched long, the foot twisting slowly. She spit b.l.o.o.d.y drool from the corner of her mouth.

Fenton and Roy disappeared down the next set of stairs. There was no indication that anyone should follow. Josh looked around the room. A dark arched ceiling, an open cabinet with shotguns vertical inside, like a row of hockey sticks. Jacko stood before the cabinet, pumping each shotgun in turn, then dropping it with a clatter, bending over and tossing through empty sh.e.l.l boxes, increasingly desperate in his search for something. He muttered about bullets, and Lewis screamed at him to find them, and then Lewis screamed at Officer Williams. He called her a f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h and stuck the barrels of the shotgun into the back of her head. Her arms rose up the way you do when you're arrested, and her fists clenched into tight b.a.l.l.s. Josh strode toward Lewis, reaching for the gun, and told him to stop. He heard Jacko yell, and Lewis turned. The shotgun snarled and bit the air, and a wind flipped Josh over.

His heart was pounding. It wasn't that bad, he told himself, as soon as his breathing came back. On one knee, both hands on the floor, he looked down and saw cloth and b.l.o.o.d.y skin hanging from his s.h.i.+n, and tried to hobble up. But when he put weight on the foot of his injured leg, he dropped over as though he'd been kicked, all numbness and fire from his hip down. It calmed him to lie on his back and look up at the ceiling. His hand was pressed into the s.h.i.+n, and when he pulled it away, something came with it, heavy and wet, like a piece of liver.

Jacko put a hand on Josh's chest and told him to stay still. Lewis came into his vision, the shotgun still in his arms, and asked him if he was all right, then screamed at Jacko for startling him.

Suddenly Roy stood over him, returned from wherever he'd been. There was a sneer of disgust on his face. It was anger, Josh thought. He's p.i.s.sed at me.

”What's going on up here, you G.o.dd.a.m.n fools?” Roy asked, not taking his eyes from Josh.

”He shot him,” Brother Mike said.

”Shut up!” Lewis screamed, and thrust the gun at Brother Mike this time.

Take the gun from him, Josh said, but he wasn't sure the words came out.

”How you feeling, kid?” Roy asked him.

Every nerve in his body felt seared by the shock of what had been done to him, but he felt surprisingly okay. He was going to be fine.

”I'm all right,” he said. ”It f.u.c.king stings like h.e.l.l.”

Jacko laughed. Roy looked to Lewis.

”You're smart. Fenton loves this kid, and you shoot him in the f.u.c.king leg. You figure what happened to Boyd up there was an accident?”

”I know it wasn't no f.u.c.king accident,” Lewis said.

”Great, your IQ must have jumped fifty points. It's a thrill to be working with a crew of such f.u.c.king geniuses. Maybe you want to tie Josh's leg off and make sure he doesn't bleed for the next few hours.” Roy waited for Jacko to come into action, shook his head in dismay at Lewis again, and descended once more down the second stairs.

”I'm okay,” Josh said.

Jacko told him, ”Hold still. We'll get this tight.”

Josh couldn't feel where his knee or foot was, all of it asleep and numb. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched Jacko work the stretch of cloth around his thigh.

”I think I got it,” Jacko said.

”It's seeping,” Officer Williams said. ”Tie it tighter.”

He looked over, surprised by her voice, pleased that she seemed stronger. She was sitting up. Her face was sc.r.a.ped, but her eyes were clear. He felt very calm staring at her.

”You shut the f.u.c.k up!” Lewis said.

Her mouth opened and closed. Then she stared at the floor, about halfway to Josh, and said nothing.

A silence came over them all. The only noise was the scuff of Cooper Lewis's shoes as he walked around and around the room.

Minutes went by. Lewis stopped pacing and stood facing the wall, his forehead touching it, like a chastised student. A long while. At least twenty breaths. Then he muttered, ”b.i.t.c.h,” and started pacing again.

Josh felt an old hate surge up in him. He remembered, out of nowhere, the sensation of Lewis's finger pus.h.i.+ng in past his lips and rubbing his teeth. Would that memory ever go away? Something flinched inside him, and he gasped, a piercing sound like a kettle whistle in his throat. He looked down at his leg and pulled himself back on his bottom, away from the source of the sudden pain, the leg trailing after him.

”Kid's not even twenty, Cooper,” Jacko said. ”And you f.u.c.k him up like that.”

”f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k, f.u.c.k,” Lewis said, and paced the room faster.

”You need to calm yourself down, Cooper,” Brother Mike said.

Lewis stopped, turned on them again, and screamed, ”I'm f.u.c.king sorry, all right! I didn't mean to f.u.c.king do it!”

And he began to pace again. Officer Williams kept her eyes averted from him. No matter how close he came, she didn't look up, only flinched when he screamed b.i.t.c.h in her face and walked away again.

Josh wanted to keep the animal away from her. Then he clenched up again, some throb that pulsed through his thigh and shot up into his chest. It felt as though his leg were stretched out over a hot, roaring flame and the rest of him lay on the floor in front of the fireplace.

A calmness came back when the pain subsided again, and he tried to think it through. He'd end up in the infirmary, maybe in his old cell. Cell number 3. Crowley had been in DI-2. And then he remembered, all over again, that Crowley was gone. Somewhere below them, Roy and Fenton were digging in the place Crowley had spent his last few days. A wind chime. He looked up at Officer Williams. The soft line of her chin and nose. Your friend's a wind chime. He remembered her in the car, sitting beside him, how free he'd felt and how useless that freedom had been. Crowley died in a dark cave. Humpty Dumpty dug his own grave. He kept thinking about that final command, the call to dig.

”She's going to make it up to you,” Lewis said. He stopped his pacing so suddenly everyone looked up. ”Yes, sir. She's going to make it up to you.”

”Don't make it worse,” Brother Mike said.

Lewis plunged his hand down as if into water and grabbed her by the back of the hair, twisting her head up, forcing a gasp out of her.

”You say one more word, one more word, and I pull this trigger.”

He stared Brother Mike down until he was sure the old man complied; then he turned his attention to her.

”Make it up to Josh,” he told her. ”He's only twenty, right, Jacko? You remember what that was like.” A laugh, then serious again. He leaned over and hissed something into her ear, her face pulling away from his breath.

”Do it,” he said.

”You do it yourself,” she answered. He twisted her hair in his fist and pushed her toward Josh. ”Do it,” he repeated.

She didn't move, as if hoping he would go away.

”I will pull this trigger right now unless you do it. Five, four.” And he pressed the gun barrels against the back of her head again.

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