Black Fly Season (41 page)

‘This means Cardinal and Clegg are heading to the right place,’ Delorme said. ‘I’m going to call Chouinard.’

‘Doesn’t mean there’s anybody out there,’ Jerry said. ‘They could’ve left by now.’

Delorme’s cell phone rang in her pocket. When she answered it, Malcolm Musgrave was on the line. He didn’t bother with preliminaries.

‘Listen. Are you and Cardinal still working that murder thing with Alan Clegg?’

‘Yeah. Why?’

‘Don’t work with him. He’s no good.’

‘Jesus, Musgrave. You’re telling us this, now? Why didn’t you tell us first time we spoke to you?’

‘We’ve had our eye on Clegg for a while but we didn’t have anything hardcore until now. You hear about our little fire in the property room?’

‘Yeah. From Clegg.’

‘There was two hundred and fifty grand in seized cash from a bust of his. Now we’ve had this fire and the Fire Department is telling me there’s no way that cash could have just turned to smoke. There would have been pounds of ashes left, and there’s nothing. So we’ve just executed a search warrant on his place and we’ve found enough cash and drugs to start a personal cartel. This guy is playing for the other side, Lise. Obviously, this is not for publication till we haul him in, but I wanted to let you know right away.’

The, I appreciate it,’ Delorme said. ‘But Cardinal’s in a car with Clegg right now.’

‘Not a good place to be. I’m sorry I couldn’t say anything earlier.’

‘I’ll call him right now,’ Delorme said. She hung up and dialled Cardinal’s cell phone number.

Terri had woken for a while - long enough to take in the full horror of their situation - but the drug Leon had given her had taken hold again and she was mercifully unconscious. Meanwhile, the nail had become the absolute focus of Kevin’s universe. It was as if he lived inside the rope, as if he himself were twisted among its fibres, numbering every strand. His wrists were raw and bleeding, but the knot was definitely looser.

He worked at what remained of the knot, fixing it under the nail then leaning forward, tugging it looser with his weight. The muscles in his arms were a torment, and he hadn’t been fed since the moment he was thrown into this cell. Lack of food made his muscles tremble. If he did get a chance to fight Leon or Red Bear, he would be no match for them.

The knot came a little looser. It was getting harder to pull at the rope without it slipping off the nail. Across the darkened cabin,Terri groaned and looked up. ‘Oh,’ she said softly. ‘God help

us.’

Kevin leaned forward and felt the rope slip out of a loop. It was the second loop he had undone. He was fairly sure there was only one more left to undo.

He adjusted his position and hooked the rope once more under the nail. It was right up against his wrist now. If he couldn’t undo the last loop, he might be able to saw his way through it.

‘I can’t move at all.’ Terri said. ‘It’s too tight.’

‘I think I’m getting the rope off.’ Kevin said. ‘Just a little longer.’

Terri nodded. Her eyes filled and the tears ran down her cheeks.

‘I’m trying.’ Kevin said. There was nothing else to say. ‘I’m trying.’

The nail caught this time. He could feel it had a good purchase on the last loop. He strained forward, and the rope seared his wounded wrists as it moved against his flesh.

Voices from outside, then a key in the lock. Red Bear came in, followed by Leon.

‘Let us go.’ Terri said. ‘Just let us go. We’ll get as far away from here as possible and never bother you again.’

‘Why, little princess? You scared?’ Red Bear stood smiling at them, hands on hips.

‘Please.’ Terri said. ‘We don’t care about your dope operations, or anything else you’ve done. Just let us go.’

‘You should see the moon tonight. A beautiful crescent. And it’s growing. That’s the crucial thing.

It’s growing. That means we have perfect conditions for a sacrifice.’

Leon set down a bundle on the worktable. Kevin thought he heard the clank of steel.

Red Bear opened a large briefcase and pulled out a gleaming blade, which he showed first to Kevin, then to Terri. Terri started to scream, and Red Bear tossed a roll of duct tape to Leon.

‘Shut her up.’

Leon tore off a long strip and wrapped it around Terri’s face.

‘We’ll take it off as soon as we begin the sacrifice. Then it will be important to hear the screams.’

Red Bear lifted up another knife. ‘These small blades are good for removing fingers and toes. I will show you how it’s done, using the girl. When I finish, you can sacrifice the other one.’

‘I’m ready to learn, man. I’m psyched,’ Leon said and rubbed his hands together. His eyes were glittering, and Kevin could see he was cruising the stratosphere. There would be no reaching him.

Red Bear was holding up more tools.

‘These medium-size blades you can use for cutting off whatever else strikes your fancy. All of it goes into the nganga. We will create a spirit that is made up of both male and female blood. It will be supremely powerful.’

‘Fantastic,’ Leon said. ‘What’s it gonna do for us?’

‘Anything we want.’

Cardinal backed the car up and parked a little way outside the camp.

‘Better switch off your cell phone, if you’re carrying one,’ he said. ‘Don’t want to make any unnecessary noise at this point.’

‘It’s off,’ Clegg said. ‘But it doesn’t look like there’s anything going on here.’

Even without getting out of the car, Cardinal could see fresh tire tracks in front of them. ‘I wouldn’t be so quick to say that. There’s obviously been people coming and going.’ He pointed across the dark field. ‘And there’s a light on outside that large cabin there.’

‘For security only, I’m sure. The cabins are all dark.’

‘Whose security? Eagle Camps is bankrupt, remember? Why are you in such a rush to bail?’

‘Sorry,’ Clegg said. ‘Been a long day. And then I got a long drive ahead of me later.’

Cardinal got out of the car and led the way around the edge of the camp, keeping behind the cabins. When they had gone about fifty yards they could see around the end of the biggest cabin. There were two vehicles parked there, one of them a black Trans Am.

Cardinal said, ‘I’m calling for backup.’

He pulled out his cell phone; the readout told him Delorme had tried to call.

Clegg pulled out his service revolver and aimed it at Cardinal’s head.

‘That’s not going to happen,’ he said. ‘You make

one move, and I’ll blow your head off. And don’t think I won’t, because at this point, believe me, I got nothing to lose.’

Clegg reached into Cardinal’s holster and removed his Beretta.

‘You’re dirty,’ Cardinal said. ‘And I thought you were just incompetent.’

Clegg motioned with the revolver toward the main building. ‘Walk ahead of me.’

Cardinal started across the field.

‘Put some thought into this, Corporal. My DS knows I’m out here with you. If I don’t come back, every cop north of Toronto is going to be looking for you.’

‘Keep moving.’

‘Why’d you get into it, Clegg? Was it just the money, or are you wired to the stuff?’

‘Just wanted to expand my horizons a little.’

‘Look, you can still turn this around. Put the gun away and I’ll give you a chance to get out of here. We’re going to come looking for you - there’s nothing I can do about that - but at least you won’t be tangled up in any murder.’

This was not remotely true, and they both knew it.

They were at the door of the biggest cabin. A security camera stared down at them. Clegg rapped on the door - three short, two long - and waited. He kept the gun trained on Cardinal; it was Cardinal’s own Beretta.

‘You think by shooting me with my own gun it’ll

somehow go better for you? What, the bad guys got my gun away and shot me when I tried to run?’

‘Works for me,’ Clegg said. ‘They must be in one of the other cabins. That way.’

Cardinal headed toward the row of cabins on the east side of the clearing. He wondered if Delorme had reached the other camp yet, if she had already turned around. If she had, then they would know that this was the place. Possibly they wouldn’t need a call from Cardinal to send out more troops; when they didn’t hear from him they’d send in the cavalry. Or was that wishful thinking? His heart was pounding and sweat was pouring off his brow.

The line of cabins all appeared dark.

‘Looks like you’re out of luck,’ Cardinal said.

‘There’s another cabin back there. Keep moving.’

Cardinal stumbled over a root and nearly fell. Then a dark cabin appeared in the thickets ahead of them. It was much more run down than the rest and looked as if it might have been used at one time for a tool shed or storage of some sort. There were voices from inside.

Clegg called out, ‘Hey, Red Bear!’

The door opened and a man came out. Shoulderlength hair, held back with a headband. Still, he wasn’t hard to recognize.

‘Mr Beltran,’ Cardinal said. ‘It’s all over. No matter what you do right here, right now. It’s all over. There are other cops on the way.’

‘Why did you bring him here?’ Beltran said to Clegg.

‘I didn’t. He brought me.’

Beltran came down the steps. A long blade gleamed in his hand. His eyes were transparent, dead.

‘Be smart,’ Cardinal said. ‘If I’m here, it means others are going to be here soon. You can turn yourself over to me, or you can hit the road. Anything else is just going to make things worse.’

‘It would certainly make them worse for you,’ Beltran said. He took another step closer. The blade flashed. ‘My little friend here would make sure of that. Suppose we were to ‘

‘What the fuck is he doing here?’

Cardinal recognized Leon Rutkowski from the scar on his forehead, but Rutkowski wasn’t looking at Cardinal. He was looking at Clegg.

‘Hiya, Leon,’ Clegg said. ‘Long time no see.’

‘Fucker put me away for eight years, man.’

‘Don’t worry about it,’ Beltran said. ‘He is a friend of ours. You are protected, remember?’

‘Horsemen are no friends of mine.’

‘They are now.’

‘Leon,’ Cardinal said. ‘You don’t know me. I’m with the Algonquin Bay police, not the RCMR Corporal Clegg may be working with Mr Beltran, here, but I’m not. And I can tell you this. You have about five minutes before a lot more Algonquin Bay cops show up here, so the next

few decisions you make are going to matter. If I were you, I’d leave.’

Rutkowski rubbed at the scar on his forehead.

‘What did you call him?’

‘Raymond Beltran. Originally from Cuba. Now wanted for the torture and murder of several people in Miami. Not to mention the murder of a Viking Rider named Wombat Guthrie, but I imagine you knew about that.’

‘Beltran doesn’t sound very Indian,’ Leon said.

Beltran shrugged. ‘I use whatever name is useful at the time. Our suppliers were disposed to trust an Indian. Anyway, what do you care?’ Beltran pointed with the tip of his knife at a medallion on Leon’s chest. ‘As long as you are wearing that, you have nothing to worry about. That is a power Indians have never dreamed of.’

‘What do you want to do with this guy?’ Clegg said. ‘Obviously he isn’t going back to town.’

‘Oh, bring him inside.’ Red Bear pointed with the knife at the cabin; stainless steel flashed. ‘We’ll put him to good use.’

Cardinal felt the Beretta press against his spine.

There was a thrum of approaching engines through the trees.

‘I hate to say I told you so …’ Cardinal said. Lise Delorme, he thought, I am going to give you a great big kiss.

‘Cops, man.’ Leon’s eyes were looking a little wild. ‘Let’s get the hell out of here.’

‘Running will get us nowhere, Leon,’ Beltran said. ‘Let me handle this.’

‘Handle it? There’s an army of cops coming and you’re going to handle it?’

Beltran touched his arm. It was a strangely tender gesture, given the circumstances. ‘You said you trusted me,’ he said. ‘Now that trust is being tested.’

‘I trust you.’

‘I want you to trust me absolutely. Without end.’

‘I said I trust you, man.’

‘Good. We have a cop for a hostage. There is no need to run.’

The thrum of engines had become a roar. A cluster of headlights appeared, moving singly, not in pairs, and then came bobbing across the field.

‘It’s the fucking Viking Riders, man.’ Leon looked like he was going to burst into tears. It was about as appropriate a reaction as Cardinal could think of at that moment. Within seconds they were surrounded by blinding headlights. Cardinal counted ten.

The engines subsided to a throb. There was the sound of kickstands, then two men took shape in the glare of light. The rest remained in shadow.

‘Cardinal,’ Steve Lasalle said. ‘Didn’t expect to see you here.’

‘There are places I’d rather be,’ Cardinal said.

‘Not having a good day, I see. You either,’ he said to Clegg. ‘I thought we had a deal.’

‘We do,’ Clegg said. ‘I had nothing to do with Wombat.’

‘Sadly, I don’t believe you.’

‘Whether you believe me or not, you’ve got two cops here, so I think you’d better back off.’

Lasalle nodded at Clegg’s gun hand, still pointing at Cardinal’s back. ‘Doesn’t look like you two are all that close.’

‘It’s only fair to warn you,’ Cardinal said. ‘There’s a lot more cops on the way.’

Lasalle grinned. ‘Sounds like wishful thinking to me.’

Clegg whirled on him with the Beretta. Before he could fire, there was an explosion and Clegg dipped on one knee, a priest genuflecting. ‘Oh,’ he said, as if he’d just understood something. He clutched at his chest, tried to get up, and fell over on his side. ‘Oh,’ he said again, and this time it sounded final.

Harlan Calhoun, all 250 pounds of him, took a step forward and spat on him. Then he raised his gun toward Beltran.

‘You killed Wombat,’ he said. ‘Nobody kills a Viking Rider and lives.’

‘You can’t hurt me,’ Beltran said. ‘And if you try, every spirit in hell will track you down.’