Perfect Justice

35.

THE NEXT DAY BEN rose shortly after the sun did. His usual Sunday morning routine was to tumble out of bed, feed his cat, pour a heaping bowl of Cap’n Crunch cereal, and work the Tulsa World crossword. This morning, unfortunately, he had no cat, no cereal, and no crossword. He would have to settle for a quick wash and a shave in the lake.

He’d had a good night’s sleep, all things considered. He only dreamed about the fire twice. Dreams—nightmares actually. Horrible nightmares. Ben hoped he never came anywhere near fire again.

He brushed his teeth and tried to shift mental gears. He had several tasks he wanted to accomplish today, and several people he needed to talk to before the trial began.

After he was dressed, he took a powdered doughnut from a plastic bag in his tent and waited for the rest of his staff to assemble. To his surprise, Christina was the first to arrive.

“Morning,” he said. They had not spoken since their previous argument. “Thought you were staying at Mary Sue’s.”

“I am,” she said flatly. “I came out early to catch the bass while they were still sleepy.” She took a Coke from a cooler and popped it open. “I hear you’re going to church this morning.”

“Seems appropriate,” Ben said. “After all, it is Sunday.”

“And you’re taking … that woman.”

“Belinda?” He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. She should be here any minute.”

“You two have been spending a fair amount of time together.”

“That’s true.” He coughed. For some reason, he was suddenly uncomfortable. “She’s a very brave woman. Smart, too.”

“I see.” Christina stared at her Coke can. “Why are you taking her to church?”

“It would be stupid to go alone.” He looked up suddenly. “And you won’t come.”

“Ben, I—”

“It’s not too late, Christina. The trial hasn’t started yet. I need a legal assistant.” He brushed the doughnut crumbs off his lap. “That isn’t quite true. I need you.”

“Ben—” She pressed the Coke can against her forehead. “I can’t do that. If I did, I don’t know how I could sleep at night. I don’t know how you—” She shook her head.

“Of all the people in the world,” Ben said quietly, “I thought you would understand.”

She turned away. “You were wrong.”

Fortunately at that moment Jones emerged from his tent and joined them. “Did you get that report I left you, Boss?”

Jones had pieced together a bundle of information on ASP financing and ASP activities, both official and unofficial, during the last three years. He gave Ben the lowdown on the survival camps, the scare tactics, the outright terrorism in Montgomery and Birmingham and elsewhere. Ben suspected it would be helpful at trial.

“Thanks,” Ben replied. “I appreciate your hard work.”

“I live to please, Boss.”

“Nice to hear that someone does,” Ben commented. “I have a new assignment for you, Jones.”

“Shoot.”

“I pulled a woman out of the fire the other night at Coi Than Tien. Slim, maybe a hundred and ten pounds, dark hair. White. I think. It was very dark and smoky—I can’t be certain I saw her clearly.”

“Okay. What about her?”

“I want to know who she is, and why she was there.”

“Why didn’t you ask her?”

“She disappeared before I had a chance.”

“Know anything else about her?”

“ ’Fraid not.”

“That doesn’t give me much to go on. But I’ll do my best. Mind if I use Loving?”

“Of course not. If he can spare the time.”

“I think he can. Most of the thugs he’s working on don’t come out until after dark. Kind of like vampires.”

Ben spotted Mike approaching from the riverbank. “Where have you been?”

“Just out for a bit of exercise,” Mike said, “and to commune with nature. You know, doing the Thoreau bit.”

“Natch. Got Portia working yet?”

Mike sullenly grabbed the doughnut bag. “No comment.” He took two doughnuts, one for each hand, and alternated bites from each.

“Find out anything about the infant?” Ben asked. It sickened him just to raise the topic.

“Um-hm,” Mike answered, wiping the powdered sugar from his mouth. “Baby girl. Newborn.”

“Anyone claimed her?”

“Not yet. And no one knows who she is, or how she got there.”

“Including the Truongs,” Ben said. “I’ve talked to them.”

“That’s hard to imagine.”

“Granted. But I believe them. After all, they got themselves to safety. It wouldn’t have been that hard to carry a six-pound baby with them. If they’d known she was there.”

“This is one strange case, Ben. Hell of a way to spend a vacation.” He shoved the rest of both doughnuts into his mouth.

Ben agreed. “Normal cases start to unravel as you acquire more information. The more we learn about this case, though, the more tangled it becomes.”

A car drove up the dirt road beside the campsite, then honked twice.

“Sounds like my ride,” Ben said. “See you later. I’m off to church.”

“Church?” Mike almost choked on his doughnuts. “You?”

“Well, of course. It’s Sunday, isn’t it?”

“And,” Jones added with a wink, “he’s taking Belinda.”

“Is that a fact? How romantic.”

“See you goons later.” Ben stood, then hesitated a moment. “So long, Christina. We’ll continue this discussion later, okay?”

Christina looked up, but didn’t say a word.