Die a Stranger (29 page)

I didn’t answer. I sat there and waited.

“Those two men who were left on the ground up there … Those two men who were betrayed and gunned down…”

You mean the two hijackers who somehow found out about the new location, I thought. Who went up there armed to the teeth, no doubt to kill someone and make a point.

“One was my brother,” he said. “The other was just as close as a brother to me. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Yes, but—”

The blade came so fast it was invisible. It was just a sound in the air. I felt the steel against the skin of my cheek. He was already sitting back in his chair when I felt the first drop of blood hit my arm.

“But what, Alex? But what? What were you going to say?”

I didn’t reach up to hold my cheek. I let it bleed.

“They called me from the airport,” he said. “Eldon did. My brother. He was still alive. He said O’Neil was alive, too. They were both sitting on the ground, bleeding.”

He leaned forward and cupped a hand under my cheek. When he drew it back there was a great drop of blood in his palm. He looked at it for a moment, then he showed it to me, like he was sharing a secret.

“They were dying on the ground, on some godforsaken little airstrip in the middle of the woods. Eldon was talking to me and he was saying, you gotta send help, you gotta get up here, and I’m doing the math, Chicago to the UP, it’s at least six hours away. Then I hear him yelling at somebody, he’s saying, ‘Hey, over here, you gotta help us. Get over here. Hey, where you going?’ And it turns out it’s this Indian guy. Eldon even said that to me, over the phone, he said there’s an Indian guy here, he’s gotta help us. You gotta call him and tell him, like he expects me to know this man’s name and his number so I can call him up and tell him to go save the two men who are dying. He was getting delirious at that point. He started saying all these strange, random things and then he’d come back into focus and he’d call to the Indian again, saying, ‘Come on, don’t leave, you gotta help us.’”

He weighed the knife in his hand again. I wondered which part of me would feel the blade next.

“So I found out,” he said. “The Kaisers were saying it was the Indian Carrick who was there at the airport, and the Indian LeBlanc who drove him away. I asked them who else was involved and they gave me the name of a two-bit dealer in Sault Ste. Marie. They said he helped put it all together, which once again I knew was a total fabrication. But at the same time I wondered if perhaps ten percent of it was true, like most lies. I had to find out, so I went up there and I talked to the dealer up there to get his side of the story.”

Yeah, you talked to him, I thought. Him and his neighbor both. You talked to them with that knife in your right hand.

“The dealer had his own take on the situation,” he said, “as you can imagine. But he was solid on Buck Carrick. He confirmed that connection. So now I knew that yes, it was Carrick at the airport. When Harry and Jo offered me both of them, well, let’s just say that it’ll help me keep a promise I made. To myself. To my father. To O’Neil’s father. This is beyond business now, you realize that. So I’ll ask you one more time. Where are they?”

I wasn’t sure what to say. I didn’t think anything would satisfy him, short of telling him that they were currently back in that boat, waiting on the other side of Gull Island. So I stayed silent. I began wondering how many times he would cut me, out here in the middle of the lake. How many times would he swing that blade before my life bled away and he dumped my body into the water?

He raised the knife until it was inches from my face.

“What am I supposed to do, Alex? Give me an idea, because right now I don’t have what I want. All I have is you.”

I looked him in the eye. I waited.

“Make him take us to them,” Mr. White said. It was the first time he had spoken, and his voice was surprisingly soft. “He must know where they are.”

Corvo didn’t look away from me. “Mr. White makes a good point,” he said. “Where are they?”

I shook my head. I didn’t say a word.

He brought the knife to my face. He touched my other cheek, the one that wasn’t already bleeding. I felt the point of the blade breaking my skin.

“Where are they?” he said.

I didn’t move. I didn’t close my eyes.

“Make him find them,” Mr. White said. “Make him find them and bring them to you.”

Corvo raised one eyebrow. He kept the knife pressed against my cheek.

“Now that’s an interesting idea,” he said, “but what guarantee do I have that he would deliver?”

“He looks pretty smart to me,” Mr. White said. “He knows that the two Indians are walking dead men. Nothing he can do will change that. If he doesn’t bring them to you, he’ll get exactly the same thing.”

“But if he does bring them to me,” Corvo said, “then he walks away. That’s what you’re saying. His payment for performing this service would be his life.”

“That’s right.”

“And what if he calls the police?”

“He won’t do that.”

“Why not?” Corvo said. “Why wouldn’t he do that?”

“Because he knows you’d smell a setup a mile away. Then it wouldn’t just be him and the Indians dying. It would be every family member of every man involved. It would be a river of blood.”

“What do you think?” Corvo said to me. “Are you really smart enough to understand what Mr. White is saying?”

It sounded like a conversation they’d already had, in the past, more than once, and it took me right back to what Janet Long had told me. These guys weren’t from the cartels, but they’d been shown the light. This is how you do your business now. No rules, no restraint. Everyone is fair game.

“Yes,” I said, figuring it was time to finally open my mouth. “I’m smart enough to understand what he’s saying.”

He kept the blade against my skin for another few seconds. Then he pulled it away. He folded the knife and put it into his pocket. He turned his chair around and looked at his compass. Then he opened up the throttle and turned the boat in a tight arc. We went racing back toward Gull Island, skimming across the waves like a smooth stone. I watched ahead, my eyes watering in the wind, wondering if the boat was still on the other side of the island. I hadn’t heard a motor, but maybe we’d been far enough away. Would they have taken the chance to escape?

A few minutes later, Corvo pulled up short of the inlet and drifted in, just as he had the first time. The side of his boat knocked against the jet ski and sent it drifting toward shore.

Corvo killed the engine. Then he reached into a side compartment and brought up a first-aid box. He opened it and took out a large, sterile pad. He opened the paper wrapping and gave it to me, careful not to touch the pad itself.

“Here,” he said. “Put this on your face. You need to take care of that.”

I didn’t move. I felt the blood all down the left side of my face now.

“We’ve already established you’re not a fool,” he said. “Don’t act like one.”

I took the pad from him. I pressed it to my face.

“I’m giving you this.” He took out his wallet and extracted a business card. Then he picked up my wallet and put the card inside. “You call that number and let me know when I should expect you. I’m giving you exactly forty-eight hours. You bring them both down and you turn them over to me. Then you drive away. You’ll never see me again.”

I took the wallet from him.

“I’ve been a little out of my head the past few days,” he said. “You should be glad that Mr. White came up with such a sensible plan. But please, Mr. McKnight, remember everything he said. The Indians are already dead. There’s nothing else you can do. So please don’t disappoint me. Don’t make me come find all of you.”

I kept sitting there, thinking it through. If I play along, I buy us some time, at least. Enough time to do what? I don’t even know yet. But at least we have a chance to think of something.

“We’d like to get back before it’s dark,” he said. “So I’ll say goodbye now. I’ll talk to you in forty-eight hours. Please don’t make it forty-nine.”

I got up, still holding the pad against my cheek. I jumped over the rail, right into the water. It was up to my waist. I went to the jet ski, cursing myself that I hadn’t kept the gun. I could have hidden it in the front compartment, taken it out right now, and shot both of them.

But no. Even as I thought that, I heard Corvo starting his motor and then pulling away. As I turned, I saw them leaving the inlet, then gunning as they hit the open water. It seemed like Mr. White was looking back at me, but it was hard to tell with the sunglasses. He certainly didn’t wave.

I climbed onto the jet ski and started it. If Corvo circles the island now, I thought, then this will all be a moot point. White would gun them all down and then they’d come back and finish me off, too. I went out into the open water and turned around the north end of the island, wondering exactly what I’d see.

One boat. Not two.

I pulled up alongside the boat and grabbed on to the gunwale. As I pulled myself up onto the deck, I saw Buck on the bench in the galley, holding his head in his hands. Vinnie was still lying on the floor. The zip ties had been cut from his hands and ankles. He was untied from the table post. But his eyes weren’t open. At that moment, he honestly looked more dead than alive. Lou was sitting on the other bench, watching his son.

“We have to get him somewhere for help,” he said. “As soon as possible.”

Then he looked at my face.

“What happened?” he said. “You’re bleeding bad.”

I ignored him, trying the key in the ignition. The engine sputtered once and then came to life. I pulled up the anchor and turned us out of the inlet. The jet ski would have to stay right where it was.

When we were in the open water, I pushed the throttle all the way forward. It wasn’t a cigarette boat, but it would have to do.

“Just stay alive,” Lou said, holding Vinnie’s hand. “We finally found you, but you have to stay alive.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

A wind had picked up, out of the southwest. The waves were getting higher. I drove that fishing boat back toward Beaver Island, pushing it hard through the waves. Buck stumbled up from the cabin and sat in the seat next to me. Lou remained down below with Vinnie.

“What happened to your face?” he said to me. Then he answered his own question. “You got cut.”

“I’ll be all right.”

“Do you want me to drive? You should be keeping pressure on it.”

“Just sit there.” I could already feel the emotions rising. A mixture of relief that we had gotten away alive and worry about Vinnie’s condition, wound through with a bright thread of anger at the man sitting to my left. The time would come when we would have it out, but I knew it was best to wait.

“I’m so sorry, Alex. This is all my fault.”

“It sure as hell is. If he dies, it’s all on you.”

So much for waiting.

“I just went for a ride with them. One ride to the airport. They paid me a thousand dollars to sit in the backseat and tell them where the trails were.”

I took a breath and counted to three. I didn’t get the chance to see how well that worked, because that’s when Vinnie started to come to. He pushed Lou away from him, throwing a weak punch like his muscles were still trying to fight off the men who were putting him on this boat.

“It’s all right,” Lou said, wrapping up his arms, his whole upper body. “You’re okay now, Vinnie. Take it easy.”

Vinnie shook his head and opened his eyes. His father would be the first person he’d see, and I couldn’t even imagine how disorienting that would be. Waking up and seeing a face you hadn’t seen in thirty years.

“Lou, come here,” I said.

He looked up at me.

“Just take the wheel,” I said. “For one minute.”

He looked back down at his son, then he stood and came to the captain’s chair. I got up and he took my place. Buck had his eyes down. He was rubbing at the red marks on his wrists, and I’d never seen him look so small.

I found a half-full plastic bottle of water in one of the rear compartments, God knows how old and normally the last thing in the world you’d want to drink. But I opened it and I gave it to Vinnie as I bent down next to him.

“What the hell happened?” he said.

“You got knocked out. Do you remember?”

“Not really, no. I was at the house with Buck. Then we were about to go outside and…”

He shook his head like his eyes were going out of focus.

“Sit still a minute,” I said. “Let me see your eyes.”

I held his chin and looked at each pupil. They were dilated, but they weren’t unequal. One of the more serious concussion signs I’d been trained to look for, long ago.

“What happened to your face?” he said.

“A little disagreement. Nothing to worry about right now.”

“I’m still not seeing right,” he said, blinking his eyes. “It’s like tunnel vision.”

“It’s okay. We’re gonna take you somewhere. Right now.”

“Where’s Buck?”

“He’s right there. In the chair. He’s okay.”

“Who’s that man driving the boat?”

I looked back up at Lou. I met his eyes and he nodded.

“That’s your father,” I said. “That’s Louis LeBlanc.”

He squinted and tried to focus. “That’s impossible.”

“It’s him, Vinnie. It’s your father. He came out here to help find you.”

Vinnie blew out a breath and started to sway a little bit.

“This light is killing me,” he said, holding up a hand to shield his eyes.

“Get in here,” I said, helping him to back up a few more feet, until he was fully inside the cabin. He half lay down on the cushion, still shaking his head and blinking.

“How did you find us?” he said.

“We got lucky. I’ll tell you about it later.”

“Alex, I want to know. Tell me how you found us. Those people brought us to the island. Those people who Buck thought were going to help us. They put us on the boat and they … They took us. I should have called you when I had the chance. God, my head hurts.”

“Stop talking,” I said. “Just shut up and close your eyes.”