It didn't take a second for me to recognize the necklace Sherry's husband had given her, the one that she had finally removed before the last time we'd made love on a soft Everglades night that seemed impossibly far in the past now.
I stepped toward the kid, not even realizing that I'd stood up from our dismantling job with one of the wooden bed frame legs in my fist.
"Where the hell did you get that!" I started. But the words had barely left my lips when the cabin door burst open and Morris stepped in with a big.45 in his right hand, its big black nosehole pointed at me.
"Whoa now, folks," the man said. "How about we just settle down some, OK?"
"They're cops, Buck," Wayne started shouting. "Goddamnit- all, they are cops."
Morris, whose name had now turned into Buck, moved his eyes from me, to the boy, to the bed frame on the floor and finally to Sherry, who was still on one elbow, but otherwise prone on the cot.
"Now just calm it down there, boy," he said and the kid seemed to snap his mouth shut like it was a command he was familiar with.
"Uh, Mr. Freeman, sir. Would you kindly lay that there chunk of lumber down, please, and move over that way?" Buck said to me, using the muzzle of the gun to indicate the direction. He stepped farther into the room and the other boy, whose eyes were now only slightly smaller than his friend's, followed him, dropping a canvas sack holding something that clunked heavily onto the floorboards.
The fact that I now had two names, Wayne and Buck, wasn't much of a trade-off for having a handgun pointed at my chest and a band of thieves as Sherry's only chance of survival out of this hellhole. I laid the bedpost down.
"Now if you don't mind, sir," Buck said, "could you tell me just what the hell is goin' on?"
I gathered myself. I now knew I was looking at a crew of looters. I have seen it before as a cop in Philadelphia and everyone with a television has seen it on the tube following major rioting or disaster in American cities coast to coast. In some instances it's an "I'm gonna get mine" attitude. The storefront window is blown out, cops are busy helping others, I'll go in and take what I can take. In the aftermath of Katrina it was sometimes people just taking something that floated, something to eat, something to live. In places like Miami and L.A., it was just brazen, crowd-incited criminality and greed. I knew the only way Wayne had gotten Sherry's necklace was by rummaging through the ruins of the Snows' cabin where she must have lost it. This group had been there and this place was their next target.
I wasn't going to guess the motivation. Right now I was going to be the greedy one and try to make the best of the situation for Sherry and myself.
"I don't know," I lied. "I think my friend just woke up and freaked or something. Your buddy here was giving her something to drink and she just woke up and started clawing at him. He got scared and jumped back when she started screaming and it surprised the hell out of me too."
Buck looked down at Sherry, who now collapsed off her elbow and was lying flat again with her eyes closed. I stepped over to her and went down on one knee and he let me. Wayne started to whine: "She said she was a cop, Buck. She ripped that necklace off me and said I stole it and she was a fucking cop.
I tipped the water bottle to Sherry's mouth and had to pour it through her parted lips just to get any of it in.
"That true, Mr. Freeman?" Buck said behind me. "She's a law enforcement officer?"
"She used to be," I said. "Long time ago up north somewhere. Some little town in Michigan but she retired down here years ago.
"Look, Morris," I said. "She's delirious. She's dehydrated, lost blood, is in some deep pain and isn't making a whole lot of sense. I just need to get her some help, get her in to land, the state park boat ramp where we can get her to an ambulance.
"And," I added, "could you not point that gun at me? That's really uncalled for and it makes me nervous."
The guy looked out at the end of his arm, like he'd forgotten he even had the.45 in his hand even though I knew from experience that particular weapon is heavy as hell. He lowered the gun and crooked his finger in a "come here" command to Wayne, and then bobbed his head to the other one.
"We're gonna step outside if you don't mind, Mr. Freeman," he said like he was asking permission. "So I can sort this out."
I nodded and all three of them stepped outside, but they left the door halfway open, the boys on the other side, and Buck with his gun hand still on my side, his head tipping back to check my movements every few seconds. I heard him say, "Goddamnit, boy," but the rest of the conversation was low and unintelligible with the heavy door in between. I checked Sherry again and she half opened her eyes, cutting them to the right like she was trying to locate the others. She wasn't as out of it as she'd appeared, but the color had run back out of her face and I had never seen her look so weak.
"He stole my necklace, Max," she whispered. "My necklace. Jimmy's necklace."
"Hush, hush, hush, baby. I know," I said quietly. "I know. But we have to get you out of here, Sherry. We need these guys now. We can worry about everything else later. Right now, we need them."
I was trying to keep my voice soft, understanding, appeasing because I was not sure how much she understood. I needed to calm her and I knew I was working against her nature. She was not the kind of woman who stands by when she feels violated, when someone has pissed her off. Even her subconscious was going to fall back on natural reaction if you push her.
"Don't let him take Jimmy's necklace, Max," she whispered, and the words stung me as much as they bolstered my resolve not to let her die.
TWENTY-TWO
"Goddamnit, boy," Buck said, his gray eyes turned to ice, as hard and cold as either of them had ever seen. He was staring at Wayne but Marcus could feel the anger roll out over him as well. "What the fuck was goin' on in there?"
Buck took a second to look back around the door at the man and the lady on the cot. It was a second Wayne needed to gather his voice, lower his fear, and swallow some of his embarrassment so he would not bring more of it onto himself.
"She said she was a cop, man. She said it right to my face, Buck, and she wasn't talkin' about no back in the day either," he said, his voice quiet but direct. Direct enough for Buck to listen.
"Why?" he said.
The boy looked at him.
"What made her decide to tell you she was a cop?"
He hesitated.
"She wanted her necklace back," he said, just as quiet, just as direct.
Marcus let a rush of disgust escape through his teeth and Wayne cut his eyes at him. It was Buck's turn to hesitate.
"You gonna fill me in on that one?" he said, aiming the question at either one of them.
"I found a diamond necklace at the last place. It was in one of them fanny pack-like things in that trashed-out room where we found the blood and I took it, you know, found booty like we said."
"And he was fucking wearing it around his neck like some kinda punk or something," Marcus said, and the two exchanged a glance that was almost as cold as the one Buck held for the both of them.
"She went for the necklace?" Buck said.
"Like a goddamn piranha," Wayne said. "I seen it in her eyes at the last second, man. She saw it and was pissed. I thought she was gonna take one of my eyeballs next."
Buck again peered around the door, and Marcus might have smiled at that one about the eye but for the deep shit they were already in.
"And that's when she said she was a cop?" Buck said, getting back to it. "After she ripped her own necklace off your neck?"
"Yeah," Wayne said. "Then she said, 'you messed with the wrong cop this time,' and she fucking meant it, Buck."
All three of them were quiet then, Buck thinking, the others waiting. Anxiety finally won out and Marcus said: "Let's just fucking go, man. Let's just get in the airboat and go. That lady ain't gonna last long out here the way she's hurt and that guy doesn't even know who the hell we are, Buck. We take off, chances are they both fucking the out here and that's that."