Voodoo River Part 29

LeRoy said, "Save the big talk, a.s.shole. You gonna need it later."

Milt got out of the car and met Prima and the mustache, and together they went to the front door. Around us, the street was quiet and well lit and masked by the rain. Just another dreary southern evening in paradise.

Milt rang the bell, and Edith Boudreaux answered. The mustache pushed past her into the house, and as quickly as that they were bringing Lucy and Edith across the lawn to the highway car. Lucy was struggling, and the mustache had to keep a hand over her mouth. You never expect the bad guys will come to the door. You never expect that they'll ring the bell. When Rossier climbed back into the car, he was smiling. "We'll see what ol' Jo-el does, now. Yes, I guess we will, won't we?" I'm not sure he was saying it to me or to Bennett. Maybe just to himself.

They brought us to the crawfish farm, driving through sequined curtains of rain, and put us in the processing shed. Escobar's BMW was already there, Ren+! standing in the rain and mud like some great oblivious golem. When Milt Rossier saw him, he shook his head and made a tsking sound. I guess you never get used to it. They taped Lucy's and Edie's wrists with duct tape and made the three of us sit on the floor beneath the gutting tables. Rain hammered in through the big, open front of the processing shed, but we were well back and protected. The rear of the place was open, too, and more rain dripped there. Milt and Prima and Bennett gathered together, then Bennett got back into his Polara and drove away. Going to give the news to Jo-el Boudreaux. Edith looked pale and drawn, and Lucy looked scared. After Prima and the mustache finished with the taping and left us alone, I said, "Fancy meeting you here."

Lucy didn't smile. The beautiful tanned skin was mottled, and her nostrils were white. Her eyes moved from Rossier to the mustache to LaBorde to Prima, like something might happen at any moment and in that instant she must be ready or it would be forever lost.

I said, "It's not over. There's Pike, and there's me. I'll get you out of this."

She nodded without looking at me.

"Did I tell you that I'm an irresistible force?"

A smile flickered at the edges of her mouth, and her eyes came to me. She said, "You really know how to show a girl a good time, don't you?"

"Irresistible," I said. "Unstoppable. Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound."

She relaxed the tiniest bit and nodded.

I said, "A moment will come. When it does, I want you to move back under these tables. You, too, Edith. Did you hear me?"

Edith was as waxy as a mannequin, and I couldn't be sure that she heard me. Then Rossier came over and kicked me hard in the leg, twice. "Shut up that talk!" He tore off strips of the duct tape and covered our mouths.

We sat on the damp cement floor and watched Rossier and Prima and the mustache move around the processing shed, making their plans. Ren+! followed Rossier like a dog after its master. Rossier went up to the main house and came back with a couple of pump shotguns and a thin, weathered man with mocha skin. Another thug. He gave one of the shotguns to the mustache and the other to Donaldo Prima. They talked for a while in the doorway, Rossier pointing and gesturing, and then the black man and the mustache went out into the rain. Setting up a field of fire. I worked at the duct tape with my tongue and rubbed it against my shoulder and the gutting table's leg, and it began to peel away.

Milt stayed in the sliding doors, looking out, and in a little bit lights appeared and LeRoy Bennett's Polara came toward the sheds. It wasn't alone. Jo-el's highway car was behind it, but he wasn't coming in with sirens wailing and light bar flas.h.i.+ng. He came slow and easy, like he was trying not to make things worse than they were. LeRoy put his Polara on the side of the processing shed, then came inside. He was soaked, but he looked excited. He said, "I got'm. I told'm what you said and they came just like you said they would, G.o.ddammit! I got their G.o.dd.a.m.ned guns. I busted their G.o.dd.a.m.ned radio." He was smiling a crazy grin, like we were kids and all of this was some kind of summer-camp game. Blood simple.

Edith straightened to see, and so did I. From where we sat you could see through the wide opening and out to the highway car. Parked in the killing field. Joel got out of the near side of his car and stood in the rain, and Berry and Dave Champagne climbed out the other side. I thought I saw a shadow slip from the rear of the car when Berry got out, but I couldn't be sure. Milt Rossier said, "Where's the other one?"

Bennett said, "Who?"

"The one knocked you on your a.s.s, G.o.ddammit!" Pike wasn't with them.

Bennett squinted out into the rain. "We couldn't find him, Milt. He's still out in the swamp."

Rossier swatted at Bennett, his face etched hard. "You dumb sonofab.i.t.c.h! I said everybody!"

"We couldn't find him, Milt!" Whining. "h.e.l.l, we'll get him come light."

Milt Rossier said, "s.h.i.+t!" then went to the big door and yelled, "Come on in here, Jo-el, and let's talk this thing out!"

Out in the rain, Jo-el yelled back, "Like h.e.l.l, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d. You come out here. You're under arrest!" Boudreaux stayed where he was.

I heard something at the rear of the shed, out where they wash the blood and the scales. Pike, maybe. I worked my feet under me and rubbed harder at the tape, thinking that if things didn't work out I would try to put myself over Lucy.

Rossier yelled, "I got your wife, G.o.ddammit. Now get in here and let's talk about this."

Jo-el came forward and stepped inside the door. His side holster was empty. He saw me first, and then he looked at his wife and Lucy. He seemed older and tired, like a man who had run a very long race and had not been in shape for it. He said, "You okay, Edie?"

She nodded.

No one was looking at me. I got to one knee, the other foot beneath me.

Jo-el said, "How we gonna work this out, Milt?"

Rossier said, "Like this," and then he raised Tommy Willets's service revolver. I lunged forward just as Joe Pike stepped in through the back and shot Milt Rossier high in the left shoulder, spinning him around and spraying blood like polka dots across Jo-el. Edith made a wailing sound deep in her throat and came off the floor and into Milt Rossier as if she'd been fired from a cannon. Even with her hands and mouth taped she battered at him with her head and face, her eyes wild and rolling. Rossier dropped his gun and grabbed at his wound, making a high whining sound. Ren+! went for Joe Pike, and Pike shot him square in the chest two times, the .357 Magnum loads putting Ren+! down on his knees. Ren+! tried to get to his feet, and Pike shot him in the center of the forehead. Rossier tried to shove past Edith for his pistol, but I hit him low in the back. Prima fired his little revolver at Pike, but Pike dived to the side. The people outside were yelling. LeRoy screamed, "I'll get the sonofab.i.t.c.h" and stood up from behind one of the gutting tables where he'd run for cover. He aimed his .45 at me, his tongue stuck in the corner of his mouth like a kid trying to color between the lines, and then a tiny red dot appeared on his chest. He looked down at the flicker and said, "Huh?" just before his back blew out and something kicked him across the room in a spray of blood and bone and the heavy crack of a high-powered rifle rocked through the rain.

Donaldo Prima lowered his gun and looked confused. "The f.u.c.k?"

Pike rolled to me and used his .357 to bust the chain on my handcuffs. "Del Reyo." When my hands were free I ripped off the tape.

The red dot flickered on Prima's face like a firefly searching for a place to light. He swatted at it, and then his head blew apart and again there was the distant BOOM.

Pike said, "Flash in the treeline. Gotta be two hundred meters."

I said, "Rossier has people outside."

Pike shook his head. "Not for long." His mouth twitched.

There were more booms.

I drove into Edith, pus.h.i.+ng her down, and yelled for Lucy to stay under the table. Berry was yelling, too, saying, "Somebody's shooting at us!" Pike shouted for him to crawl under the car.

Rossier climbed to his feet, still clutching his arm, and the dot found him. I pushed him aside just as something hot snapped past and slammed into the wall. Rossier picked up LeRoy's .45, scrambled to his feet again, and lurched out through the rear of the processing sheds, firing as he went. I went after him.

There was one more boom from the treeline, and then the rifle was silent. Behind the sheds, we were hidden. Rossier tripped and fell into the mud and got up and ran on, still making the whining noise. He shot at me, but with all the slipping and falling and the hurt shoulder, the shots went wild.

I yelled, "It's done, Milt. C'mon."

He fired twice more, and the slide locked back and he was out of bullets. He threw the gun at me and ran again, straight into the low wire fence that encircled the turtle pond. In the dark and the rain he hadn't seen it. He went over the wire sideways, hit the mud on his bad shoulder, and slid headfirst into the water. It was a flat silver surface in the rain until he hit it, and then the surface rocked. He sat up, gasping for air, and I stepped across the wire and held out my hand. "C'mon, Milt. Let's go."

Pike and Jo-el came up behind me.

Milt Rossier flopped and splashed, stumbling farther out into the pond. "He'p me! You gotta he'p me!

Jo-el said, "You're not drowning, you fat sonofab.i.t.c.h. Just stand up!"

His eyes wide and crazed. "He'p me! Please, Christ, get me out!"

The water swelled at the far side of the pond, and I remembered Luther.

I stepped into the water to my ankles. "Get up, dammit. Take my hand!"

Rossier tried to stand but lost his balance and fell backwards, farther out in the pond. I went in up to my knees. "Take my hand, Milt."

Something large moved fast beneath the surface, making a wake without breaking the rain-dimpled plane of the water. Pike said, "Jesus," and fired at the head of the wake. Jo-el Boudreaux fired, too.

I said, "Take my hand!"

Rossier made it to his feet, struggled toward me, and grabbed my hand. His grip was wet and slippery and I pulled as hard as I could, but then his left leg was yanked out from beneath him and he was pulled down into the water.

The screaming and the thras.h.i.+ng went on for several minutes, and maybe I screamed as loudly as Milt Rossier, but probably not.

Chapter 38.

J o-el Boudreaux called in the state, and the state Drought its prosecutors and the crime-scene people, and by noon the next morning there were over three dozen parish, state, and federal officials up to their ankles in mud. The rain kept coming, and did not slacken. After the bodies were cleaned up and the statements taken, Jo-el removed his badge and told the young cop, Berry, to place him under arrest on a charge of obstruction of justice for failing to act against Milt Rossier.

Berry looked at the badge as if it were radioactive and said, "Like h.e.l.l I will!"

One of the prosecutors from New Orleans shouldered his way in and said he'd be happy to accept the badge. He was a guy in his forties with tight skin and short hair, and he had spent a lot of time walking the area and shaking his head. When he tried to get the badge, Berry knocked him on his a.s.s. A state cop from Baton Rouge tried to put Berry in a restraint hold, but Joe Pike moved between them and whispered something in the state cop's ear and the state cop walked away. After that, the prosecutor spent a lot of time sitting in his car.

Lucy spoke quietly to Jo-el for over an hour, pleading with him not to do or say anything until he spoke with Merhlie Comeaux. Edith said, "Listen to her, Joel. You must please listen to her."

Jo-el finally agreed, though he didn't seem to like it much. He sat in the front seat of his highway car with his face in his hands and wept. Jo-el Boudreaux was in pain, and ashamed, and I think he wanted to suffer for his sins. Men of conscience often do.

Joe Pike returned to Los Angeles the following day.

I stayed in Louisiana for a week after the events at Milt Rossier's crawfish farm, and much of that time I spent with Lucy. She spoke on a daily basis with Edith, and twice we went to visit.

With Milt and LeRoy Bennett out of the picture, the Boudreauxs could have kept their secret, but that wasn't the way they played it. They phoned their three children, saying that it was important that they see them, and the three daughters dutifully returned home. Jo-el and Edith sat them down in the living room and told them about Leon Williams and Edith's pregnancy and the murder that had happened thirty-six years ago. Much to the Boudreauxs' surprise, their children were not shocked or scandalized, but instead expressed relief that they had not been summoned home to be informed that one or both of their parents had an incurable disease. All three adult children thought the fact of the murder ugly and sad, but had to admit that they found the story adventurous. After all, these things had happened thirty-six years ago.

Edith's youngest daughter, Barbara, the one who was attending LSU, grinned a lot, and the grinning made Edith angry. Sissy, the oldest daughter, the one with two children, was fascinated with the idea that she had a half-sister and asked many questions. Neither Edith nor Jo-el revealed that the child she'd had was now the actress known as Jodi Taylor. Edith no longer wanted to keep secrets about herself, but other people's secrets were a different matter.

Truths were coming out, and the world was making its adjustments.

On the fourth day after the events at Milt Rossier's crawfish farm, I was waiting for Lucy in the Riverfront Ho-Jo's lobby when the day clerk gave me an envelope. He said that it had been left at the front desk, but he didn't know by whom. It was a plain white envelope, the kind you could buy in any drugstore, and "Mr. E. Cole" was typed on the front.

I sat in one of the lobby chairs and opened it. Inside was a typed note: Mr. Cole, I regret that I am unable to return the photograph as promised. An a.s.sociate identified the gentleman, and, as you know, we have acted accordingly. I hope you do not think me small for exceeding the parameters of our a.s.sociation. As I told Mr. Pike, the man with the rifle is always there. Regrettably, the child remains unknown, but perhaps now there will be fewer such children.

There was no signature, but there didn't need to be.

I folded the letter and put it away as Lucy crossed the lobby. The Ho-Jo door was flooded with a noonday light so bright that Lucy seemed to emerge from a liquid sun. She said, "Hi."

"Hi."

"You ready?"

"Always."

We went out to her Lexus and drove to the airport. It was hot, but the sky was a deep blue and vividly clear except for a single puff of white to the east. Lucy held my hand. She released me to steer through a turn, then immediately took my hand again. I said, "I'm going to miss you, Lucy."

"Oh, me, too, Studly."

"Ben, too."

She glanced at me and smiled. "Please let's not talk about the leaving. We still have time."

I kissed her hand.

We turned into airport parking and went into the terminal, still holding hands, walking as close as two people can walk, as if the most important thing in the world was to occupy the same s.p.a.ce and share the same moment. We checked the flight information. I said, "The plane's here."

We walked to the concourse, and I didn't like it much. In a few days we'd make this drive and walk again, only then I would be leaving. I tried not to think about it.

We met Jodi Taylor as she came off the plane. She was wearing jeans and a satin vest over a red top, and she was clearly Jodi Taylor. Not hiding now. The pilot was falling all over himself to walk with her, and a guy in a charcoal suit was trying to cut in on the pilot. She looked nervous.

I said, "Pardon us, gentlemen," and led her away from them.

Lucy said, "How're you doing?"

Jodi nodded. "I'm okay." She didn't look okay. She looked the way you might look if you'd spent the past couple of days with an upset stomach.

A little girl in a Brownie uniform approached. She was holding what looked like a napkin and a ballpoint pen. Her mother had encouraged her. The little girl said, "Miss Taylor, may I have your autograph?"

"Sure, honey." Jodi signed the napkin and tried to smile, but the smile looked weak. Nervous, all right.

When the little girl was gone, I took Jodi's hand. "You sure you want this?"

"Yes," she said. "Yes, I'm sure."

"What about Sid and Beldon?"

Jodi's face grew hard. "I know what I want."

Lucy took Jodi's other hand, and we walked out of the airport.

We brought Jodi to pick up Edith, and then the four of us went to visit Chantel Michot. I had called in advance and Chantel was waiting. There was a lot they wanted to talk about.

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