Turning Angel

Chapter 40

Logan peers at me, his lips pale in the dark. ”I’m serious about those booby traps, Penn. The owner’s lawyer informed the department so we’d be aware of them. Fire department, too. He was covering his ass in case of a lawsuit.“

”Fuck him. It wasn’t any prowler that burned this place. It was an electrical fire. He let everything rot, and fire was the result.“

”Yeah,“ says Logan.

As I walk over to a tree trunk to lean against it, a sharp squawk makes me jump. Then the sound of music floats through the dark. Coldplay. Then the music fades and Mia whispers to us through the receiver: ”Alicia just went inside. I’m in the car. She took my cell phone and told me to stay put. She said you can get killed wandering around this place. That’s why Marko chose it.“

”She needs to stop talking,“ Logan says. ”Marko might be watching her right now.“

”That’s not why he chose this place,“ I think aloud, looking through the trees at the dark ruin. ”This is just like Sarajevo.That’s why he chose it.“

”Locals don’t even think about this house anymore,“ Logan muses. ”They pass it every day, but it might as well not be here.“

”Here she comes,“Mia whispers. ”No Marko.“

”He’s there,“ I murmur. ”He’s waiting for you.“

”This is dangerous as hell,“ says Logan. ”It could go really wrong for that girl. Is she even eighteen?“

”Yes.“

”Come on, Mia,“says a childlike voice-Alicia’s voice.”He’s waiting, you know?“

The sound of footsteps crunching in wet gravel crackles from the receiver.

”Are you recording?“ I ask.

”Every word.“

”This is bullshit,“says Alicia. ”I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but this is bullshit.“

Mia doesn’t reply.

”I know you want him for yourself,“Alicia goes on, her voice warbling with fear. ”Well, you can’t have him.“

”I already had him,“Mia says. ”That’s not why I’m here. I’m just trying to keep him from spending the rest of his life in jail.“

”You’re a liar.“

The crunching stops.

”They’re walking around the house,“ says Logan. ”On grass. We’d have heard the porch.“

”Right here,“says Alicia. ”Boost me up.“

”Through the window?“asks Mia.

”You see me, don’t you?“

Wood scrapes against wood. The girls are climbing through the window. Then I hear a clatter of heels on hardwood.

”Mia!“cries a male voice. ”So glad to see you, baby!“

The East European accent is unmistakable.

”Give us some space, Alicia,“Marko says.

”What?“Anger now. Uncertainty with it.

”Disappear for a while.“

”But-“

”Go.“

The silence after this command is chilling, but then the sound of light footsteps comes to us.

”Not that way!“Marko snaps. ”I’ve told you a hundred times. Go sit in the front room and watch the driveway.“

”You’re a bastard, you know that?“

”I know this. That’s why you love me.“

More footsteps, slowly fading.

Marko chuckles softly. ”So, we’re alone finally. What’s the big news about Coach Anders?“

I hear a soft, sliding sound. Mia padding around the room in her running shoes? ”This place is wild,“she says. ”Gas lantern, huh? That sheet on the window keeps people outside from seeing it?“

”Just like back home,“Marko replies. ”What’s the deal, Mia? What about Wade?“

”He’s recanted his story.“

”What’s that mean, recanted?“

”He admitted that he lied for you. He told the police that you weren’t at his house on the afternoon Kate died. The police are looking for you now.“

A long pause. ”Is that so?“

”Yes.“

To ensure that Marko couldn’t learn the real truth of the situation, Logan called Wade Anders and warned him not to take any calls from Marko. Logan told me Anders sounded scared shitless on the phone.

”How do you know this?“Marko asks.

”From the guy I babysit for. Penn Cage.“

”Ah, Mr. Cage. I heard Cyrus fucked him up pretty good.“

”He did. I saw him. But what about the police, Marko?“

”It’s no big deal. I was changing my name anyway.“

”Changing your name? Are you leaving town?“

”That’s right. Leaving tonight.“

”Are you going to come back and graduate?“

Marko laughs wildly. ”Too late for that, baby.“

”No, it’s not. If you took your exams, you could still graduate with the rest of us.“

”Can’t do it.“

”But Cyrus is dead now. And Penn said the Asians are dead or gone back to Biloxi. What do you have to worry about now?“

”Cyrus has homeboys. The Asians are a gang. They believe in payback.“

”Is that really it, Marko?“

”What do you mean?“

”I mean…where were you that afternoon? For real?“

”What afternoon?“

”Don’t give me that. The afternoon Kate died.“

”Busy. I’m a busy man.“

”Okay, be that way. I’ve just been wondering about Kate, that’s all.“

”What about her?“

”Why she really died. I mean, I know better than anyone what a bitch she could be. How manipulative she could be.“

”So?“

”At the trial, the D.A. said you were having sex with her, and that’s what made Dr. Elliott kill her. That he found out about it and went crazy.“

Marko laughs again. ”No way, man.“

Logan looks at me, his eyes shining in the dark. ”He didn’t do it. He didn’t kill her, Penn.“

”This guy is a snake. Don’t believe anything out of his mouth. Let it play out.“

”You never had sex with Kate?“Mia asks. ”I know you wanted to.“

”I didn’t say that.“Marko laughs softly. ”You know me, I’m a player.“

”You’re a player, all right.“

”Hey, don’t look like that. It’s just the way I am. You know that.“

”Was she better than me?“

”A gentleman never tells, right?“

I curse Marko’s penchant for head games.

”Right,“says Mia. ”And you’re such a gentleman.“

”Lovely Mia. Why do you care so much about Kate?“

”I told you. I just wonder what really happened to her. I can’t see Dr. Elliott killing her. He loved her.“

”What about you? You loved Kate, too?“

”I hated her.“

Satisfied laughter. ”I thought so. Why did you hate her so much?“

”She took you away, for one thing. Without even trying.“

”No way. You left me.“

”You gave me no choice. But that’s not really it. Kate had everything, you know? All the fucking advantages, but she never really did anything on her own. She won so many things I should have won at school, scholarships and stuff, even when my scores were higher. That SouthBank scholarship…it was all political. Maybe she gave out some blowjobs to get that, I don’t know.“

Marko snickers. ”No way. You’re a lot better at that than she was.“

My ears prick up.

”That’s not funny,“Mia says.

”Forget about Kate. I didn’t bring you here to talk about her. Coach Anders, either. I brought you here to see you.“

”No, you didn’t. I was asking about you all week, and you didn’t bring me here. You only brought me here tonight because you’re worried.“

”Well, you’re here now, okay? And I’m glad to see you.“

”Are you?“

”Yeah. Come over here. You know how long it’s been since we were together?“

”Do you?“

There’s a brief pause. Then Marko says, ”Six months.“

”I’m impressed. But you haven’t been lonely.“

”No. You want me to be lonely?“

”Maybe. I don’t know. Screw it.“

”What about you? Why don’t you date anybody, Mia?“

”I have a thing for somebody. He doesn’t know about it. He can’t be with me. He’s with someone else.“

A shiver goes through me. She sounds like she’s telling the truth about that.

”You talking about me?“Marko asks.

”No, retard. After what you did to me?“

”Come here, Mia.“

Hesitation. ”Why?“

”Just come over here. I miss you.“

More footsteps. Then the voices soften.

”You look so fucking good,“Marko murmurs. ”Shit…feel good, too. Just the same.“

There’s no conversation for ten or fifteen seconds.

”You like that?“Mia asks.

More silence.

A scream of frightening intensity bursts from the receiver. ”How can you do that? How can you touch her with me right in the next room!“

”I want her,“Marko says. ”Get used to it.“

Alicia is sobbing. Then she screams again: ”Fuck you! I’m leaving!“

Smothered laughter. ”She’ll be back in an hour,“ Marko says, ”begging me to take her back.“

”I’m not going with you to L.A., either!“

”No? Okay. Maybe Mia will go instead.“

”She won’t either! She’s not that stupid!“

A door slams.

”Are you taking Alicia with you?“Mia asks.

”Maybe just to tide me over till I get to L.A. I’ll dump her there.“

”That’s not very nice.“

”She doesn’t have to go. I made no promises.“

”Marko…“

”I’m not a nice guy, Mia. You know that.“

”Yes, I do.“

”But you still like me. You don’t want a nice guy.“

”You don’t know what I want.“

”I know you want this.“

”He’s not going to admit anything,“ Logan says. ”He just wants to get laid.“

”At least we know he’s going to L.A. now.“

”Finding Marko isn’t our problem now. It’s getting him to talk.“

Logan is right.

”We need to pull that girl out of there, Penn.“

”Maybe,“ I say in a taut voice.

”I don’t think the guy has anything to tell. I think he was just moving some dope that afternoon. That’s what he used Coach Anders to cover.“

”Your legs are amazing,“Marko says. ”Alicia’s soft in all the wrong places. Flabby, man. You’re so tight. Inside and out.“

”Am I?“

”You know you are.“

Mia giggles, and the sound of it stuns me. I’ve never heard her laugh like that.

”Are you really going to L.A.?“

”Yeah, I can’t believe it. I never thought I’d miss this place. But now…“

”Why are you leaving tonight?“

I hear the rustle of clothing. ”What?“

”Don’t push it, Mia,“ I plead softly.

”I just wondered why you picked tonight. Is it because of the trial? Were you waiting for it to be over?“

Silence follows this question. And in the silence, something changes. I feel it like the approach of a predator in the dark.

”Let’s go somewhere else,“Marko says.

”What’s he doing?“ asks Logan.

”Why?“asks Mia.

”I think Alicia’s still watching us.“

”I figured you’d like that.“

”Maybe some night. Not tonight. Just us tonight.“

Footsteps on wood, quicker than before.

”Wait,“Mia protests. ”Let me get my purse.“

”What for?“

”Girl stuff.“

”Okay.“

There’s a delay, then Marko says, ”That’s a cool bag. Let me see it.“

My throat seals shut with fear.

”Shit, shit, shit,“ hisses Logan.

”Give that back!“Mia protests. ”That’s my private stuff.“

Marko laughs, and then I hear a bump.

”Hey! Get out of there!“

The sound of Marko rummaging through the bag is like furniture being shoved around a house.

”Should we send Kelly in?“ Logan asks, his voice taut.

”Get ready,“ I tell him.

The rummaging stops. ”Here you go,“ Marko says.”Tampax, huh? You on your period?“

”That never mattered to you before.“

Knowing laughter. ”Come on. Let’s get some privacy.“

”He didn’t find it,“ Logan breathes. ”I can’t believe it.“

”Where are we going?“Mia asks.

The hair on the back of my neck stands erect. Mia’s last sentence came from the receiver at half the volume of her previous one.

”He did find it,“ I say.

”You think?“ asks Logan.

”Her signal’s fading.“

”They walked away from the purse. They’re making out.“

I crouch and lean close to the receiver. There’s a background of static now. There was none before. The voices come in and out, like someone talking on a cell phone at the edge of a tower’s coverage.

”Give me your radio, Don.“

”You sure?“

”Right now!“

He hands me his walkie-talkie. I press the transmit key and say, ”Blue, repeat, blue. Blue, repeat, blue. Acknowledge!“

Two clicks come back to me.

Relief courses through me with the power of Cyrus’s heroin.

”Kelly’s going in,“ I say. ”Thank God.“

”We were crazy to send her in there,“ Logan says. ”The Three Stooges after all.“

When the explosion comes, I’m not sure whether it blasted out of the receiver or down through the trees.

Logan gapes at me, his eyes wide. ”What the fuck was that?“

”Shotgun?“

He shakes his head. ”Sounded like a grenade to me.“

My skin goes cold. Kelly wasn’t carrying any grenades.

Logan drops flat on the ground and puts his ear to the receiver. ”Nothing.“

”Booby trap?“ I suggest.

Logan gets up and draws his gun from his holster. ”I’m going up there.“

I want to go, too, but there’s no way I could keep up with him. ”Should I call 911 and ask for backup?“

”I’ll do that. You wait for the units and show ’em where to go.“

I nod, but Logan is already charging up the hill, his gun in one hand and a police radio in the other. As I stare after him, one thing hits me with absolute certainty. By the time backup units arrive here, whatever is happening up there will be over. More than anything, I want to call Kelly on the radio, but he specifically told me not to. If I can help him, he’ll call me. Unless he’s dead.

There’s only one contribution I can make to this effort.

Thought.

I start walking toward Ardenwood. The mansion is seventy yards away, half concealed by massive oaks and magnolias. It looks like a great ship moored in a sea of trees.

Where is Marko taking Mia? Outside? If he took her outside, the signal strength would still be strong. And if he went outside, Kelly would already have nailed him. He didn’t go outside. So, where did he go? Did he throw Mia’s purse into a cabinet? Down a hole, maybe? If he did, the signal would simply have dropped out, not faded gradually. Could Ardenwood have a basement? Most antebellum mansions don’t, other than half-sunken ”milk rooms“ used to keep dairy products cool. Those were small rooms, not true basements…

I’m forty yards from Ardenwood now, and nothing ahead has changed. It’s as though Kelly and Logan walked up this hill and sank into the earth.

My radio crackles to life.

”I found the girl,“ Logan says, his voice choked with emotion. ”She’s down. She’s been hit in the neck. It’s shrapnel or shotgun pellets.“

I can hardly speak. ”Is it Mia?“

”I can’t tell. She’s covered with blood. I need a light…goddamn it.“

”Is she alive, Don?“

”She’s breathing. I don’t think she can talk. God, this was so stupid.“

”Have you seen Kelly?“

”Nothing. I’ve got backup coming, though. Ambulance, too.“

I walk faster-my legs won’t stand a run. My heart is pounding like a kettledrum, and my jaw is clenched tight enough to break my teeth.”Don’t be Mia,“ I pray hoarsely. ”Please, God, don’t let it be her.“ I push my legs faster, trying to reach the house, but I can’t keep my balance. I crash onto the ground, then pick myself up, so winded I can hardly stand.

”It’s not her,“ crackles Logan’s voice. ”It’s the other girl. She’s bleeding out, Penn. What do I do?“

”It’s not Mia?“

”No. This girl has a fucking ring in her nose. Mia must still be out there.“

Relief rushes through me. ”Where are the wounds?“

”Neck, mostly.“

”Direct pressure, Don. Keep that blood inside her.“

I get slowly to my feet and look up at the house. They’re not in there, says a voice in my head. They’re gone.

”Have you heard any motors, Don?“

”No.“

Then it hits me: It’s not a basement. It’s a tunnel!

I turn to my left and walk away from the house, down the hill toward the low ground on the north side of Ardenwood. As the Civil War began to turn against the Confederacy, many plantation owners realized that the Northern armies would eventually sweep southward over their lands. Some planters had only days to prepare, but others-especially those farthest south-had months and even years. A tunnel could be used to store valuables, and then in the last extremity as a means of escape from marauding soldiers or even neighbors, a real danger to the many Natchez planters who sympathized with the Yankee cause. I’ve never toured Ardenwood, but I know as surely as I know my name that it has an escape tunnel.

Marko Bakic knows it, too.

Moving downhill is a lot easier than moving up. In less than a minute, I’m moving into the kudzu that lines the bayou on the north side of Ardenwood. The smell of organic decay blends with the reek of dead fish and fetid mud. It’s a familiar odor. The whole of Natchez is threaded with bayous and creeks, and I came to know them well as a boy. The planter who owned Ardenwood would have known them, too-this bayou, anyway. And when he decided to build his escape tunnel, in which direction would he have told his slaves to dig?

North.

Dig in any other direction, and they’d not only have had to dig horizontally, but vertically again to come up out of the earth-unless they dug dozens of yards farther than necessary. No slave owner would waste labor like that, especially during wartime. He’d have ordered his ”darkies“ to dig the shortest route to safety, and that was north. Thirty yards of tunnel would have carried the diggers to the bayou where I’m standing now.

Two feet of black water simmers between the banks, with tangled tree roots reaching like fingers down into it, and long beards of moss hanging from the limbs above. The kudzu is too thick to move quietly along either bank. And walking through kudzu is the best way to get bitten by a copperhead-especially at night. Pushing through the vines that choke the bank, I step down into the water, then begin walking slowly toward the back of the mansion.

The closer I get to Ardenwood, the higher the banks rise around me. If I’m right about the tunnel, it’s possible that Marko and Mia already came out of it, but all I can do is follow my instinct. I try not to splash as I slide my feet along the muddy bottom. With every step I take, unseen creatures scuttle among the roots on the banks, and shining whips uncurl in the water and glide away. Water moccasins. Snakes have always terrified me, but Mia is facing a lot worse than that. Tensing my exhausted leg muscles against the bite of fangs, I push steadily forward.

Ardenwood towers above me now, more like part of the landscape than any man-made thing. If there’s a tunnel leading out of that ruined shell, I should be getting close to its mouth. I stop in the water and listen with the focus of desperation.

Mosquitoes buzz…

Wet leaves rustle…

A turtle splashes-

”If you make a sound, I’ll kill you.“

Unspeakable fear paralyzes me where I stand.

”Did you hear me, bitch?“

”I heard you.“

At the sound of Mia’s small voice, hope flares within me.

”Move your ass, then!“

A splash sounds behind me, much bigger than that made by the turtle. If I move now, Marko will know I’m here. I hear another splash, and then the sound of a siren floats through the trees.

”Fuck!“curses Marko. ”You lying whore!“

”Run,“ Mia urges him. ”You can get away. I’ll just slow you down.“

”If I leave you here, I leave you dead.“

”Marko, please-“

”Shut up!“

The siren’s getting louder fast.

”This way!“ Marko says harshly.

I hear more splashing, closer to me this time, and getting closer. Marko must be less than ten feet away, yet he’s still walking toward me.

He can’t see me.

It’s so dark at the bottom of the bayou that only the sky is visible. Only night predators can see here. I stand utterly still as the splashes get closer. Marko curses as he works along the left bank, pulling Mia behind him-at least that’s what I picture from the sounds. The water washes against my leg as they pass. They only miss me because they’re walking half in and half out of the narrow stream, while I stand dead in the center.

When they’re ten feet past me, I turn and begin to follow them.

Marko is moving fast now, away from the direction of the road. If I don’t pick up the pace, he’ll lose me. If I do, he may hear me. Twenty feet ahead, two shadows walk through a column of moonlight let in by a space in the trees. Mia’s shorter frame is easily distinguishable from Marko’s. I move faster, fighting a stitch in my side. How long before my legs cramp? How long before I fall again, and Marko runs back and shoots me while I try to rise from the water? As I ask myself these questions, a quick series of splashes sounds behind me. I don’t know what they mean, but it sounds like a horse galloping up the stream.

As I stand frozen, Marko passes through the column of light again, moving swiftly and soundlessly back toward me. In seconds, he will either pass me or crash into me. If he passes me, whatever is behind me will be a sitting duck for him. If he hits me-

”Watch out!“ Mia screams. ”He’s got a gun!“

Three feet ahead of me, a black form spins out of the dark and fires a gun. The flame spits away from me, though, back toward Mia. Consumed by fury, I crouch in the water and hold out my father’s Browning. Marko fires again, this time in my direction, bracketing the bayou with bullets. I can’t fire for fear of hitting Mia.

”Motherfucker!“Marko screams, firing like a maniac.”Izuzetni!“

Then his gun clicks empty.

With all the energy left in my body, I drive my legs upward and swing the Browning in a roundhouse arc. Metal crashes into bone, and Marko goes down in the water. I raise the Browning again and drive it down hard where I heard the splash. This time I hit something softer. An explosion of air hits my face, but then powerful arms whip around my neck and drag me down into the water.

Marko is suddenly above me, trying to shove my head under the water. I’ve got my gun jammed into his gut, but if I pull the trigger-if I kill him-Drew will never be freed.

”Don’t make me kill you!“I shout.

Marko screams in a guttural language, and the hatred in his voice sends a bolt of terror through my soul. He means to kill me, even if it costs him his life. His jerks one hand from my neck and grabs for my gun. I’m pulling the trigger when a thin red beam arcs across my eyes. A single shot splits the night, and then Marko’s hands fly away as though they never clutched me in a death grip.

Mia screams.

A powerful white light sweeps across me, onto Mia, then goes out.

”It’s Kelly!“shouts a voice. ”Both of you get down!“

I drop into the water, but I hear Mia splashing toward me.

”Stop, Mia!“ Kelly shouts.

”He threw his phone!“ she yells back. ”There’s something about his phone!“

Kelly charges past me and bellows something in the same guttural language Marko used. Marko screams back at him.

”Shine your light over here!“ Mia says.

Kelly steps on something in the water-Marko, I presume-then obeys Mia’s order. She drops to her knees, scrabbles through the kudzu, then jumps up with a silver cell phone in her hand.

I press my hands down into the mud and slowly get up.

Kelly drags Marko to his feet and binds his wrists with thin plastic restraints. ”You okay, Penn?“

”I think so.“

He lifts his radio and tells Logan how to find us.

Marko groans and doubles over.

”Did you shoot Marko?“ I ask.

”He’ll live,“ says Kelly. ”I had time to pick my shot.“

Fear is draining out of me like bad water. ”I’m glad you thought so. Shit.“

Kelly shines his flashlight on his own face. The sight of his grin beneath the blond hair makes me almost giddy with relief.

”Oh, my God,“ Mia cries. ”Oh no.“

When I turn, I see her face illuminated by the faint glow of a cell phone screen.

”Look at this, Penn,“ she whispers. ”Dear Lord.“

I splash over to her and look down.

Kate Townsend is looking up at me from the screen, but her eyes are no more alive than those of a dead fish. Her face is gray, and the orbits of her eyes are dotted with burst blood vessels.

”Is she dead?“ Mia asks.

”Yes,“ says Kelly, leaning over my shoulder.

Mia fiddles with the phone’s buttons, and another photo appears. This one shows Kate from the knees up. She’s lying naked on the sand, spread-eagled to show her vagina. As I stare, my stomach almost comes up. Kate’s head is turned to the side in the photo, and both her nose and mouth lie beneath the surface of the brown water. Her long blond hair trails downstream.

Mia hands me the phone, then falls to her knees and vomits into the bayou. I reach down and hold her hair so that she doesn’t soil it. While she retches and heaves, I hear a sound like a hammer hitting raw meat. I turn in time to see Marko crumple to the ground.

As I help Mia to her feet, Marko curses Kelly in his own language. Marko’s lying flat on his back, as though pinned there by the beam of Kelly’s flashlight. Kelly stands over him with the MP5, covering him with lazy grace, as oblivious to the words as to the barking of a dog. As I watch them, the echo of excited voices comes down the hill, and three flashlights appear in the distance.

”Can I go home?“ Mia asks. ”I don’t want to be part of this anymore.“

I squeeze her arm and look toward Kelly’s flashlight. ”You mind if I take her out of here?“

”Go on,“ he says out of the darkness. ”Get her home. Take Logan’s car. Then swallow one more of those magic pills and do what you set out to do in the beginning.“

”What?“

”Get your buddy out of jail.“

”Thanks, Kelly. For everything.“

”Glad to do it.“

As I lead Mia through the kudzu, Kelly’s voice floats after me.

”Hey, Penn?“

”Yeah?“

”Before those cops get here?“

”Yeah?“

”This guy could make it, or he could be a statistic.“

I stop in my tracks. The flashlights are getting closer.

”You got an opinion?“ Kelly calls.

Mia squeezes my wrist. ”You saw what he did to Kate,“ she says. ”Will he even go to jail?“

”He will. Thanks to you finding that cell phone.“

”Penn?“ Kelly asks again.

I turn back toward the bayou. ”I guess he makes it.“

At first I hear nothing. Then Kelly says, ”No problem. Just wanted to give you the option.“

”I appreciate it. I’ll see you later.“

”Yeah.“

With that I take Mia’s hand and climb carefully out of the darkness.