Prayers For Rain Part 27

"When did you and Karen finally have, ah, s.e.x?"

"Last month. She sent me her new address. It's in one of those letters."

I cleared my throat. "The s.e.x, Cody, was it good?"

He rolled his eyes back into his head for a moment. "It was mean. A good mean. The best mean I've had in a while."

I wanted to get my gun from my glove box and just unload it into him. I wanted to see parts of him rip free of his bones.

I leaned back against the wall for a moment, closed my eyes. "Did she protest? Did she fight you?"

"Of course," he said. "That was the game. She kept it up until I left. Even cried. She was a twisted sister, totally into the game. Just how I like it."

I opened my eyes, but kept them on the far counter and fridge. I couldn't look at Cody for a moment or two. I couldn't.

"You held on to this note she left on your car, Cody." I dangled it by my leg.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him smile through the blood and move his head on the floor in an approximation of a nod.

"Of course. That was the beginning of the game. First contact."

"You notice anything different between the note and these letters?"

Now I looked directly at him. I forced myself to.

He said, "Nope. Should I have?"

I squatted by him and he turned his head to look up into my face.

"Yeah, Cody, you should have."

"Why's that?"

I held the letter in my left hand, the note in my right, and placed them in front of his eyes.

"Because the handwriting doesn't match, Cody. It's not even close."

He tried to roll away from me, his eyes bulging with horror. He flinched violently as if I'd already hit him.

When I stood, he rolled again, flattened himself below the sink.

I stayed where I was, watched him try to burrow into the wood cabinet. Then I took the butcher knife and walked into the living room. I found a lamp with a long cord, and I cut the cord, came back into the kitchen, and tied Cody's hands behind his back with it.

He said, "What're you going to do?"

I said nothing. I yanked his arms back and tied off the end of the cord to the steel leg of his refrigerator. It was a small leg, and thin, but stronger than four Codys even after a day of rape and workout.

"Where's my wallet, car keys, stuff like that?"

He tilted his head up at the cabinet above the oven, and I opened it, found all my personal belongings in there.

As I stuffed them in my pockets, Cody said, "You're going to torture me."

I shook my head. "I'm done hurting you, Cody."

He pressed the back of his head into the refrigerator and closed his eyes.

"But I am going to make a phone call."

Cody opened one eye.

"See, I know this guy..."

Cody turned his head, looked up at me.

"Well, I'll tell you about him when I get back."

"What?" Cody said. "No, tell me. What guy?"

I left him there and let myself out the sliding gla.s.s doors onto his porch. I left the yard through the tall wooden gate, then through Cody's side yard and reached the front of the house. I picked up the morning Trib Trib off the front steps, stood for a moment, and listened to the neighborhood around me. It was still. No one about. While my luck was holding, I decided to make the best of it. I walked to my Porsche, hopped inside, and drove up Cody's driveway, stopping at the garage. Here, I was covered from prying eyes by Cody's house to my right and the long line of thick oaks and poplars that formed the edge of Cody's property line to my left. off the front steps, stood for a moment, and listened to the neighborhood around me. It was still. No one about. While my luck was holding, I decided to make the best of it. I walked to my Porsche, hopped inside, and drove up Cody's driveway, stopping at the garage. Here, I was covered from prying eyes by Cody's house to my right and the long line of thick oaks and poplars that formed the edge of Cody's property line to my left.

I let myself into the garage through the door Bubba and I had left through last time, and used my cellular as I stood in the cool dark by Cody's Audi.

"McGuire's," a man's voice said.

"This Big Rich?"

"This is Big Rich." The voice was wary now.

"Hey, Big Rich, it's Patrick Kenzie. I'm looking for Sully."

"Oh, hey, Patrick! What's going on?"

"Same old."

"I hear that, brother. Yeah, hang on, Sully's in back."

I waited a moment and then Martin Sullivan picked up the line in the back room of McGuire's tavern.

"Sully."

"What's up, Sul?"

"Patrick. What's shaking?"

"I got a live one for you."

His voice darkened. "No s.h.i.+t? No doubts?"