"What the hell are you doing there, Knox?"
"Where?"
"Harry Finn is off-limits."
Knox backed down the steps and turned away from Finn. "Nobody told me that."
"I'm telling you now. How did you get on to him? Anything to do with your visit to the military records center?"
"And why do you find need to follow me, sir?" Knox turned and waved to the men in the black sedan.
"What did you find?"
"Not much. He fought in Vietnam. He was a good soldier. Then he just disappeared. Probably when he was recruited for"-Knox glanced at Finn and smiled-"for that thing that doesn't exist."
"You are to leave that house now and never go back."
The phone went dead. Knox put it back in his pocket and turned to Finn.
"You'll be happy to know that you're officially off-limits, or so my boss just told me. But just keep in mind that something really screwy is going on with Carr. I've already gabbed with his friends, including the lady who calls herself Susan Hunter. She told me Carr had the goods on Carter Gray but that Gray got it back probably at the Capitol Visitor Center. You probably already know that from your suitably blank expression. Maybe you were even there. All I can tell you is I've been assigned to track Carr down. That's all. But when I do track him down, and rest assured I will, other people will show up and take over. And I doubt they'll have his best interests at heart. Whether you give a shit or not, I don't know and really don't care."
He put out a hand for Finn to shake. When he did, Finn came away with a business card with Knox's contact information on it.
"You have a good day, Mr. Finn."
Knox walked back to his truck while Finn stared after him.
Knox didn't know exactly why he'd done that. Well, maybe he did. John Carr had gotten his ass shot up for his country and they'd screwed him. Whatever else the man had done, that just wasn't right.
In the white van, Annabelle punched in the number. A moment later Harry Finn answered. He relayed to her what Knox had told him and she in turn filled him in.
"Do we trust this guy, Annabelle?" Finn asked.
"I didn't at first, but now I'm not so sure. He seems to be caught right in the middle."
"So what do we do?"
"Sit tight. I may need your help later. Or more to the point, Oliver will."
"I owe Oliver everything. So I'll be there if you need me."
CHAPTER 32
STONE ROSE, his right hand undoing his belt as he did so. He slipped it off and held it by the buckle. The silver pointed end dangled a few inches from the road.
The men circled him, holding their bats ready.
"Odds don't look too good for you, pops," said one of them.
An instant later he was on the ground, his face covered in blood from where the belt point had bitten into his eye.
As he writhed and screamed with his hands over his face, one of his buddies took a step toward Stone and swung his bat with all his strength. Stone ducked under the blow and snapped his belt against the side of the man's face, gouging it. The fellow yelled in fury and came at Stone again, his bat whipping back and forth. Stone dodged out of the way, but one of the wild blows caught him squarely on the arm. He dropped his belt, rolled and snatched up the fallen man's Louisville Slugger with his good arm. One smack to the man's knees brought him down; the second to the base of his neck kept him there.
The remaining attacker dropped his bat and ran. Stone turned and threw the bat he was holding. It whipsawed through the air and nailed the guy in the back. He screamed, dropped to the road, picked himself up and kept going. Stone started to go after him but stopped when Danny moaned. He raced back to his side even as the truck sped off.
"Danny, Danny, can you hear me? Can you get up?"
Stone looked around. One man unconscious. The other still rolling around on the ground. He was worried the third attacker would go get reinforcements. And his arm was killing him.
"Danny, can you walk?"
Danny finally focused on Stone and nodded. Stone heaved him to his feet, the pain shooting across his injured limb. He was still able to support Danny as they made their way down the road. They reached Willie's trailer. Stone loaded Danny into the truck and raced into the trailer. He found Willie's truck keys, ran back out, fired up the truck and pulled off.
He drove first to Doc Warner's office but no one was there. He changed direction and headed to the hospital.
Danny lay against him in the front seat. His face was bloody and one arm hung limp. "Hold on, Danny, we're going to the hospital."
Danny mumbled something.
"What?"
"Call my mom."
Stone watched as Danny slowly dug his hand in one pocket and drew out his phone. Steering with his knees, Stone flipped it open, found the number on the speed dial and hit the key.
It took a few rings but she finally answered. "Hello?"
"Abby, it's Ben. I've got Danny. He's been attacked by some guys with baseball bats. I'm taking him to the hospital. Meet us there."
To her credit the woman didn't scream or start crying. All she said was, "I'm on my way."
Less than an hour later Stone once more pulled into the hospital parking lot. He half carried Danny into the emergency room entrance. While they were working on him Abby screeched to a stop in the parking lot, jumped out of the Mini Cooper and rushed in. Stone met her at the door and took her to Danny, who was lying on a gurney in the triage room.
Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as she held her son's hand. "Danny, what the hell happened? Who did this to you?"
He murmured, "Just an accident, Ma. Don't worry. I'll be good to go. Took better hits on Friday game nights."
Abby looked at Stone. "An accident?"
He shook his head.
The doctor said, "We need to get him admitted and have some tests run. He seems stable now, but he may have internal bleeding."
"Will he be okay?" Abby said anxiously.
"Ma'am, we need to run some tests. We'll take good care of him. And we'll let you know how he is."
A moment later they whisked him away.
Abby stood there, teetering a bit. Stone put an arm around her shoulders and led her to a chair in the waiting area.
"He said it was an accident."
"It was no accident. Three men. Big and mean with baseball bats."
"How do you know that?"
Stone didn't answer her immediately. Something had just occurred to him. One of the men he'd beaten up had looked familiar. He tried to think where he'd seen him, but couldn't place him.
"Ben?"
"What? Oh, because they came after me when they were done with Danny."
"How'd you get away?"
Stone touched his waistline. "It cost me my belt, but I hurt two of them pretty bad. One of them got away. I need to call Tyree and report it. Do you have his number?"
She handed him her phone and he made the call.
After he explained things to the sheriff and described the men and their truck, he nodded at something Tyree said. "Right, we'll be here," he replied.
Stone handed the phone back to Abby. "He's going to come here to get a statement after he checks out the crime scene."
"I can't believe this is happening." But there was a hollow ring to her words that puzzled Stone.
"When I called you didn't sound all that surprised that someone had attacked Danny."
She didn't look at him.
"Abby, I know I'm a stranger here, but I saw those guys up close and personal. If Danny hadn't managed to throw himself out of the truck, he'd be dead. And they might come back to finish the job."
She touched her eyes with one of her hands, brushing away the tears. "There's some things been going on in Divine. Strange things."
"Like what? Was that why Danny left? And now someone's upset he's back?"
"I don't know why he left. He wouldn't tell me."
"Abby, I saw Danny crying his heart out over the top of Debby Randolph's grave."