The silence hung in the air. Now, Whit thought.
‘Alex,’ Whit said. ‘Stoney doesn’t have the Eye. He’s lying. He said it was in his pocket. Make him show the Eye to you.’
‘Stoney. That’s not a bad idea. I’ve missed seeing the Eye over the past couple of days,’ Alex said. ‘But slowly.’
‘I was not speaking literally when I said it was in my pocket,’ Stoney said.
‘That means he lied,’ Whit said. ‘You were right. He gave it to Gooch. But now he’s betrayed Gooch. You think he’s gonna play clean with you?’
Alex took a step toward Stoney, keeping Whit close in front. Whit took a step forward in response, moaned, as though the pain of the beating had caught up with him. He closed his hand over his shirttail and around the handle of the wallboard saw.
‘I didn’t give it to Gooch,’ Stoney said. ‘He kidnapped me, Alex.’
‘You seem to have suffered mightily.’
‘We have to stick together,’ Stoney said.
‘Do we?’ Alex said.
Late-night traffic was light heading into Corpus Christi. Claudia drove, finished a cup of hot coffee, the warm effect of the wine fading. Ben said he was too nervous to drive so they took her pickup truck.
‘I think I would feel better if he’d actually apologized,’ Ben said. ‘On the phone. He sounded so cryptic’
‘Give it time. Maybe he thinks he didn’t do a thing wrong.’
‘How could that thought even live in his brain?’
‘You’ve gotten angrier during the drive,’ she said.
‘Knowing he’s okay, I’m finally feeling mad. I don’t let myself get mad enough.’
‘Not me,’ said Claudia. ‘I’m sort of comfortable with getting pissed off. You’re way too even-keeled.’
The port area was aglow with lights as they reached the Harbor Bridge, arching two hundred thirty-five feet above where the Nueces and Corpus Christi bays joined. Claudia saw the blue lights centered on the USS Lexington, retired in the calm of Corpus Christi Bay, the Texas State Aquarium, the soft glow of downtown ahead of her. She barreled onto the Harbor Bridge, the traffic in front of her thin.
Ben squirmed in his seat, as though trying to get comfortable, and suddenly she felt rather than saw the gun hovering close to her head.
‘What-’
‘It’ll help if you’re even-keeled right now. I’m sorry.’
Her breath caught and Ben said, ‘Just keep driving, okay? You’re losing speed. Pick it up.’
‘Tell me what the fuck you’re doing or I’m going to drive the car off the bridge,’ she said.
‘No, you won’t,’ he said. ‘I know you.’ His voice quiet now, bled of the earlier anger.
‘Ben… this isn’t the way to help your brother.’
‘He can rot in hell for all I care,’ Ben said. ‘He would have gotten us both killed. You think I give a shit about him now?’ His tone softened. ‘You, I’m sorry about. I couldn’t help myself. Never quite got over you. If we hadn’t been kidnapped… if you hadn’t learned about all this… I wish you weren’t a cop.’ The lights of the bridge flashed by them. His voice toughened. ‘Take the port exit. Then a hard right, then two more lefts until we get where we’re going.’
Hadn’t learned about all this… ‘Are you saying you know where this treasure is?’
‘Just be quiet. Talking is only going to make it worse.’
‘What, you’re going to kill your brother? And me?’
‘I’m not going to kill Stoney,’ Ben said. ‘Even now, I’m not sure I could. My partner will take care of that.’
‘Partner,’ she said. ‘Ben, no. Please. Don’t do this.’
‘Take the exit,’ he said. ‘Or I’ll shoot you, and I’ll shoot whoever’s in the first car that stops.’
The bridge began its downward slope, toward Corpus Christi Beach and the port, and Claudia took the Port Street exit. It was a very short exit, forcing a hard right turn, and she thought of letting the car just go straight, crash, although she couldn’t risk the life of anyone else who might stop to help.
‘I really respect that you’re not crying right now. Or calling me names.’
‘I’m waiting for an explanation, Ben. Money? Jealousy of your brother?’
‘Money. You know what it’s like to be ten times smarter than Stoney and not have a hundredth of what he does?’ He sighed. ‘I wish you could come with me. But that’s not possible. Turn left here. Then the next left.’ She turned onto a side street dominated by one large warehouse, the lot by it empty except for a battered red pickup – she recognized it as Gooch’s – and a nondescript Ford Taurus. She parked on the other side of the truck, away from the Taurus.
‘Turn off your headlights.’
Claudia thumbed the switch and the little lot went dark.
‘Now what?’ she said. Her own service revolver was in the compartment between them. She couldn’t possibly reach it without him blowing her head off. He opened the compartment, fished out her gun, put it in his lap.
‘You know,’ Ben said, ‘I’m grateful we made love. Truly. We’re going inside.’
‘So no one will hear you kill me?’
He started to reply, but gunshots sounded inside the warehouse, three of them in rapid fire. ‘Shit.’
The gun wavered for a second and Claudia flung open the door, threw herself out onto the asphalt, the driver’s-side window exploding above her. She crabbed under the car as Ben scrambled out of the truck.
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As Alex fired, his arm outstretched past Whit, Whit slammed hard into his arm, pinning him into the wall and trying to pull the gun from his hand. He got his fingers around the grip, gouged Alex’s wrists but Alex grabbed the back of his head, smashed it hard into the concrete wall.
Whit went down thinking, Stupid, stupid.
Alex pressed down on him, knee in his back, and Whit saw Stoney lying on the floor, bone and blood and shredded jaw showing.
‘That was fucking stupid,’ Alex said. ‘You missing your girl? You want to see her?’
‘I know where Gooch hid the Eye, dumb shit. Shoot me and you’ll never get it.’
‘Bullshit,’ he screamed. ‘You would have told me to save Lucy.’
‘I didn’t think you’d really shoot her.’ His right hand closed over his shirttail and the hidden saw’s handle. But he couldn’t pull it free, not with Alex’s weight on him. ‘Let me up and I’ll tell you.’
‘You’ll tell me now.’ Alex grabbed Whit’s left hand, flattened it on the concrete. Jammed the hot barrel of the gun against the back of Whit’s hand.
‘I’ll show you,’ Whit said.
‘Show.’ Alex froze. ‘It’s here?’
‘Let me up and I’ll show it to you. Don’t shoot off my hand.’ Whit let out a scream, a sob. ‘Just don’t shoot off my hand, man, please. I’ll show you. Please?’ He began to mumble and cry.
Alex hesitated for two seconds. ‘Okay.’ He eased up into a squat by Whit. ‘Get up, you pussy.’ His voice was thick with contempt.
Whit got to both knees, holding his side, lips quivering, fresh blood smearing his broken cheek. Then, slowly, to his feet, his hand under the tail of his shirt, like his side ached.
‘Please… please…’ Whit said, unsteady on his feet, like standing was an ordeal. ‘Please, I’ll show you…’
And then in one swift motion he slashed out at Alex with the little wicked blade.
Claudia had counted on Ben running around the car to finish her, hoping he’d think she’d try to put distance between her and his gun. So instead she rolled under the car. She heard his feet pound around the truck’s back, trying to get a sight on her, seeing if she was hit or running. She saw his feet – tennis shoes bright white in the dark – she let him race past her, peering into the dark of the lot and the loading docks, listening for her running feet and looking for her moving shadow. She rolled out from under the truck as he started to curse, the broken glass crunching under her shoulders. Ben turned and she barreled toward him in a flying tackle. His gun blazed and she felt the devilish whisper of a bullet sear past her head. She slammed hard into him, smashing her forearm into his throat, driving her knee into his groin.