Mercy

Chapter 61

She sat on a small, hard bed behind a set of steel bars. Her clothes had been replaced with old-fashioned black-and-white-striped prison scrubs that Buckley had bought and used to stock the jail. Back then his father had favored the striped prisoner uniforms. Wrongdoers needed to stand out and be made to look foolish. Zebra stripes fit the bill nicely.

She looked up at his approach. He could tell she was trying to put on a brave face, but right behind that façade was stark fear. Buckley would be afraid, too. It was just in the nature of human beings facing the end of their lives to be fearful.

He stood on the other side of the bars and looked at her. She didn’t have a blindfold on. There was no need of one.

“Are you being well taken care of?” he asked.

“Are you serious?” she asked. “Or did you just come here to play mind games with me? If so, I’m sure you have better things to do with your time.”

“I’m sorry if my query offended you. And I believe you’re right. It was, under the circumstances, callous.” He sat down in a chair and crossed one leg over another. “So let’s get down to it. Tell me about the Pine sisters.”

“Why?”

“They’re fascinating. I’m curious.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Tell me what they’re like.”

“I just met Mercy,” said Blum.

“Still, whatever you can contribute.”

“I will tell you nothing that will cause harm to them.”

“Not my point. But to show you I’m doing this in good faith, let me tell you about my family. Ken was my youngest brother. I was the oldest. I also have two sisters. My other brothers were also failures in life. They’re all dead or in prison.”

“And your sisters?”

“They left the family long ago,” Buckley replied.

“I’ve always found that women have far better judgment in certain matters than men.”

Buckley smiled, but there wasn’t much behind it. He was here to get useful information, but there were limits to what he would accept from anyone. He felt a tremor in his right hand and was somewhat surprised to see it curling in anger. But there had been a lot of anger in this place. Maybe just his being here was allowing it to percolate to the surface, supplanting what was normally his controlled and placid manner. He had truly been an angry child on that horrific night. He had worked for years to subdue those demons. He thought he had; now Buckley was not so certain.

He cleared his throat and said, “Ken had a girlfriend. He was terrible to her. A true monster. Despite my best efforts, he really never became civilized in any appreciable way. Then he ran into Mercy Pine, for let’s call the woman by her proper name. They fought. Ken eventually pulled a gun. And she, deservedly, beat him up. Later, in the hospital, he died of the injuries she inflicted on him. She probably has no idea he’s even dead.”

“So this is simply about avenging your brother? Even though, as you said, he deserved it?”

“There is nothing simple about revenge, particularly for a family member. But while it might have started out that way, it has grown into something more... symbolic.” He looked around. “Do you know where we are?”

“We were on a jet. We landed. I was led here. There wasn’t much opportunity for me to see anything.”

“This compound used to belong to my parents. Peter and Deborah Buckley. Are the names familiar to you?”

Blum’s eyes narrowed and understanding spread over her features. “It was over thirty years ago. Your parents headed up a group of religious zealots. But they were also involved in drugs and selling weapons. And other things. The feds came here. There was a violent confrontation. Your father was almost killed.”

“And my ‘angelic’ mother testified against him, and then abandoned her children. My father was later murdered in prison. By the way, what ‘other things’ are you referring to?”

She looked him over. “You had to be merely a child back then.”

“I was twelve.”

“Well, then, perhaps you didn’t know.”

“Didn’t know what?”

Blum hesitated. “It’s not important.”

“No, it is important if it’s about my family.”

“The FBI had a hand in the arrests and prosecutions, that’s why I remember it. I was assigned out west at the time, not too far from where this compound is located. I even assisted in some aspects of the case. It was all hands on deck because of the complexity. That’s why I remember it so well. It was a top priority for several federal agencies, including the Bureau.”

“And?”

“And your father was also charged with engaging in prostitution and human trafficking. He was selling young men and women into the sex trade. Some of them were members of his sect. I forget the name they used.”

“The Faithful. And those allegations were never proved.”

“They were proved. In court. It was one reason your father got a life sentence without parole. And maybe your mother testified against him because she felt enormous guilt about it. That’s just my speculation.”

“I meant it was not proved to my satisfaction.”

Blum said nothing to this, because she could apparently read in his features that her words would not change his opinion. It would be akin to moving a glacier with a tugboat.

Buckley eased back in his chair. “And now that I have bared my past to you, please answer my questions.”

“Agent Pine is a formidable person. An excellent agent. She has never failed on a case, to my knowledge. She is tenacious, smart, and tough.”

“And a good friend of yours. She will surely want your safe return.”

“Which, I’m sure, is a sentiment you don’t share.”

“And Mercy Pine?”

“Has been through hell and back.”

“Yes, I know something of her background. Tell me about their parents.”

“Why?”

“Knowing about the parents can tell much about the children.”

“Does that hold for you, too?” she said.

He smiled. “Are you sure you’re not an FBI agent?”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“I will concede that my personal history had a large impact on who I am as an adult. Now, the Pines’ parents?”

“When their mother was a teenager she was a mole for the federal government against the Mafia. That put them in danger. That danger came to fruition when Mercy was kidnapped and Agent Pine was almost killed. They were only six years old. It devastated the family.”

“The Mafia? Interesting. And where are the parents now?”

“No one knows. Agent Pine has been looking for them, too.”

“Their mother must be formidable to have worked against the Mafia at such a tender age.”

“I believe she was very scared, but did her duty. But her work came at a high personal cost.”

“I assume she or their father was tall?”

“She was six feet tall. Agent Pine told me. She did some work as a model, in fact.”

Buckley nodded. “And both daughters are tall, strong — fierce, even, with exemplary fighting skills. I saw Mercy Pine’s handiwork. I assume her sister is equally talented. I saw the Wikipedia page. She almost made the women’s Olympic weightlifting team. Impressive.”

“Both sisters have had to overcome a great deal of adversity.”

“Good, good. However, I doubt that your Agent Pine has ever been physically tortured, as her sister has?”

“No, I don’t believe so. But why in the world does that matter to you?”

“Being able to endure pain is a source of great strength, I believe. It gives one an edge over another. Perhaps the critical edge.”

“I suppose so, but, again, I don’t see the relevancy.”

“But you don’t have to, Ms. Blum. Because I do.”

“I’m not getting out of here alive, am I?”

“No, you’re not. And neither are the Pine sisters.”

Blum now looked alarmed. “They’re not here, are they?”

He rose and tapped the bars with his finger, gracing her with an eager look.

“Not yet.”