I turned to Colonel Wright. "Thanks. You done good, lady. Let's go."
"Will you be wanting anything else, Major?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact. Can you have a mobile reconnaissance van waiting for me?"
"Any particular reason?"
"There's still one worm unaccounted for. I want him."
She nodded. "Find him fast. Burn him." After what she'd seen here, she didn't need a lot of convincing.
"And the Tribe leaders," I added.
She frowned. "I thought we got them."
"There's at least four of them that weren't among the dead or missing. I don't think they got back here. I don't think they were planning on coming back." I climbed into the Jeep beside her. She eyed me sideways. She knew that there was a lot more going on here than I had told her, but she wasn't going to ask. She turned forward again and put the Jeep into gear.
As we pulled away from the burning buildings, she said quietly, "I want to say something."
"Go ahead. You can't hurt my feelings. I don't have any, anymore."
"I didn't like you when you set this up. I didn't like your briefing. I didn't like the way you handled this mission. Understand this, Major Anderson, or whoever you are-I don't like you. I don't want you in my district. I don't want to ever have to deal with you again. Is that clear, Major Anderson?"
"That's real clear, Colonel. You'll be glad to hear that we're in total agreement. "
"Thank you, Major."
"You're welcome, Colonel."
The van was waiting for me at the edge of the airfield. I tossed the torch in the back, climbed into the driver's seat, and headed back toward Family.
47
Recriminations
"Everything is connected to everything else. That's why it's so hard to keep a secret."
-SOLOMON SHORT
I turned off onto the canyon road.
Three klicks up, there was a sharp curve. Hidden in the bend, out of view of anyone who might be coming down the road was a roadblock of two schoolbuses.
Betty-John, Birdie, Big Ivy, and a handful of teenagers were there. All of them were carrying weapons. I pulled the torch out of the back of the van and joined them.
Birdie had listened. Good.
She came up to me and asked, "How did it go?"
"We got almost all of them."
"What about the children?"
I nodded. "There were seven of ours that I recognized, and three more from I don't know where." I named the ones I knew; Birdie didn't look happy. "Colonel Wright is taking care of them tonight in Santa Cruz."
Betty-John asked, "What happened to the renegades?"
I said it without emotion. "We didn't take any prisoners."
"Good," she said. She started to turn away, then she turned back to me. She looked haggard and broken. "You were right, Jim. "
"I would have rather been wrong."
"What I'm trying to say is that I should have listened to you before."
"Yes, you should have." This was hard for her, and I wasn't making it any easier.
"I-I'm so sorry. I should have believed you, but-I never thought-well, I'm sorry, that's all."
I knew what I was about to say and I wasn't going to stop myself from saying it. "I'm sorry too, B-Jay. Because sorry isn't enough. It never is. I'm the expert on sorry. I can't find Tommy. Alec's dead. Holly might as well be. You want to know something? I'm more angry at you than the renegades."
"I'm trying to apologize-!" she blurted. "Do you have to beat me up too?"
"Yes, I do! Goddammit! Because I don't have anyone else to take it out on!"
She started to protest, then she realized what I'd said, and stopped herself. "Go ahead," she said. "Let it all out. Let me have it then."
I hesitated-
"Go on . . . "
-and then I couldn't help myself. I let it out. I let it all out. "You narrow-minded, thoughtless, stupid, inconsiderate, self-centered bitch! My kids are dead! And how many others? They'd be alive tonight if you'd have just listened to me. We could have had the fences up by now! All I wanted was to save the kids, but everything had to be done your way. You had to analyze it, you had to have meetings about it, you had to think it over! And then you had the gall to tell me that I was acting paranoid and psychotic! Well, look who paid the price!"
She looked shaken. "Is that all?"
"No! You got what you asked for! This is it, lady! Dead children all over the street! The children paid for your stupidity!"
The tears were streaming down her face now. "Is there anything else you have to tell me, Jim?"
How could she stand to listen to me like this? I'd have decked me. I should have stopped, but I couldn't. I had to say it. "I hate you, B-Jay. I'll never trust you again."
She was sobbing. She choked and said, "Go on, Jim. You're the only one who'll tell me the truth. I betrayed Family. You're right. I don't deserve anyone's trust. Not ever again." She was crumbling before my eyes.
In the middle of my anger, I wanted to grab her and hug her and tell her that it wasn't true, she was still worthy of our love and trust and respect. But God, I hated her so much! I wanted to kill her. I wanted to get even with somebody. Anybody.
Poor B-Jay.
She'd done her best. She just didn't know. If only she'd listened to me-the confusion was driving me crazy!
I didn't know what I was feeling any more. "I don't have anything else to say."
B-Jay turned away from me, she fell into Birdie's arms and started crying. Birdie gave me a foul look. Big Ivy cocked her rifle loudly and glared at me. I turned away from them all.
Big Ivy came up to me. "You're an asshole," she said.
"Tell me something I don't know."
"Don't you think she feels bad enough?"
I wheeled around to fix her with an angry stare. "Don't handle my case! You don't know what I had to do tonight. You don't know anything! At least B-Jay can cry it out now. I can't."
"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, after all . . ." Birdie started to say.
One of the teenagers called. "Douse your lights! Everybody!" He held up a walkie-talkie. "Lookout says there's a van coming." B-Jay pulled away from Birdie, wiping her eyes. "Everybody: positions!"
I walked around one of the buses and stood in the blind part of the curve. I unshouldered the torch and waited.
It wasn't long.
We heard the engine growling down the canyon. We heard a screech of tires. We saw the beams of the headlights
It was a minibus. It came barrelling around the curve too fast to stop. The driver saw the roadblock too late and tried to turn. The van slid and skidded and slammed sideways into one of the buses, knocking it into the second bus.
Almost immediately the van tried to back up-I laid down a swath of flame across the rear.
The door to the van popped open and the driver hopped out, holding his hands in the air. He was only a boy.
"Lie down on the ground," I ordered. He threw himself flat. I stepped away from the tree I'd been hiding by. I waved toward B-Jay. Someone switched the headlights of one of the buses on. Other people were moving out from the bushes now, their guns pointed at the van.
"Come out slowly," I ordered, "with your hands over your heads."
There was no response.
I went to the van and puiled open the door and peered in. They hadn't been wearing their seat belts. There were six of them. Two were unconscious. Delandro was cradling Jessie in his arms. Marcie had a rifle pointed toward me. Frankenstein looked like he had a broken arm.