Straight-arrow, by-the-book motherfucker. “Without me, you got nothing.”
“I can dig her up,” Landry said. “LaGrange will crack in ten minutes. He’ll probably put the whole thing on you. He’s done it before.”
“The deal Jimmy made with the feds sticks in your craw, doesn’t it? You had to watch your father go to prison while a piece of shit like Jimmy LaGrange went free and got to stay on the job.”
Landry’s face turned red. He grabbed the front of Ray’s shirt and pulled the two of them together. With their faces only inches apart, he said, “My father is none of your fucking business.” Spittle flew from the detective’s lips and struck Ray in the face. “You’re a fucking scumbag, and I’m not working any deals with you.”
So Landry wasn’t always in control. He had a dark side after all. Ray pushed the detective’s hands away. “After he killed her, he called me in a panic and I helped him get rid of the girl’s body.”
“So you’re admitting to being an accessory.”
Ray nodded. “But accessory after the fact carries a seven-year statute of limitations.”
Landry’s face hardened. His lips pressed together so tightly his mouth looked like a red line.
“You just can’t help it, can you?” Ray asked.
“Help what?”
“You’re so fucking straight you’d break if you tried to turn a corner.”
“The law is not a suggestion, Shane. You don’t get to bend it to suit your needs.”
“Bullshit,” Ray said. “Police work is a dirty business. Sometimes you have to look the other way.”
“I don’t work like that.”
“What do you call the deal you made with LaGrange? If that’s not looking the other way, I don’t know what is.”
“That wasn’t my decision.”
“But you went along with it, didn’t you?”
Landry turned away.
Ray stared at him for several seconds. “It’s been eating you up, hasn’t it? Five years, tearing your guts out. Thinking about your dad-”
“My father deserved to go to prison.”
“And so does Jimmy LaGrange.”
Carl Landry waved for the bartender. He ordered two drinks, a Jameson for Ray and a vodka and tonic for himself. After the drinks came, he looked at Shane. “Tell me about the girl.”
“Aren’t you going to read me my rights first?”
“Fuck you.”
Ray kicked back a slug of whiskey. “I don’t know what happened before I got there. He called me about midnight, out of his fucking mind, said he had to have my help. When I got there, the girl was dead. Jimmy said it was an accident.”
“An accident?”
Ray shrugged. “Jimmy was into weird stuff.”
“What kind of weird stuff?”
“Eroto-asphyxiation, bondage, S and M.”
“Who was she?”
“A runaway. A junkie. A whore. But she was only about fifteen.”
“You said he strangled her.”
“The only marks on her, other than the tracks on her arms, were bruises and some scratches around her neck. Jimmy was nuts, screaming about prison, threatening to kill himself. He grabbed his gun off the dresser and put it in his mouth. I had to take it away from him.”
Ray took another sip of whiskey. Thinking how different things might have been if he’d never gone to the Rose Motel that night. Thinking about the cleaning lady finding LaGrange with his brains blown out, next to a dead hooker. “I shouldn’t have stopped him.”
“What happened next?”
“He wanted to put her in my car. I told him there was no fucking way a dead prostitute was going in my car.”
“So what did you do?”
“We put her in his trunk.”
“Why the cemetery?”
“Who’s going to look for a body in a graveyard?”
Landry nodded. “Whose idea was that?”
“Jimmy’s.”
“The cemeteries are locked after five.”
“That’s why we went to the Third District station. LaGrange backed his car up to the fence, and we borrowed some tools from the desk sergeant.”
“Who was the sergeant?”
Ray shook his head. “He didn’t know anything about it. LaGrange told him we were pulling a surveillance and we had to get through a fence. He just lent us some tools.”
Landry gestured for him to go on.
“Jimmy cut a hole in the fence. He crawled through and pulled the girl’s body in behind him. I followed him.” Ray lifted his glass and downed the rest of his drink, feeling the amber liquid burn the back of his throat. “He found a tomb in the cheap seats, right behind the station.”
“Cheap seats?”
“There’s a double row of small family tombs just across the fence.”
Carl Landry had been eyeing his vodka and tonic while Ray talked. Finally he took his first sip. Ray thought it was probably the first on-duty drink he’d taken in his life.
Ray said, “Jimmy picked a tomb that looked full.”
“How could he tell?”
“It was a small one, no more than six or seven feet tall and about four and half feet wide. The marble stone on front had about eight names on it already. Seemed like a good bet they weren’t going to be able to fit any more in there.” He paused for a few seconds, thinking about that night seven years ago.
“The heat cremates them after a year or so,” Landry said. “There’s really no limit to how many you can put in there.”
“We didn’t know that,” Ray said. The image clear in his mind of him and Jimmy LaGrange carrying the naked body of the dead girl. When they set her down in the grass beside the tomb, Ray had thrown up. “I remember the family’s name, Underwood, engraved in block letters across the face of the tomb.”
“How did you get the body inside?”
“With a screwdriver.”
“How?”
“Two long screws are all that hold the marble stone-headpiece, tombstone, whatever you call it-in place. All you need to get into one of those things is a screwdriver, and we had the sergeant’s toolbox.”
“So you unscrewed the cover?”
That was the second time Landry had said you. Ray nodded. “But I let Jimmy handle the rest.”
“All right. What did he do?”
“It was pitch dark in that tomb. Jimmy asked me to help him carry her inside. I told him there was no way I was going in that thing. It was his mess. He could finish cleaning it up.”
“So you stayed outside while he went in?”
“Jimmy grabbed under her arms and was backing in, but he missed one of the steps and ended up falling backward into the tomb. She fell on top of him. Scared the shit out of him and he started screaming. I had to kick him to get him to shut up.”
“Where were you when you kicked him? Were you inside the tomb?”
Ray shook his head. “His legs were hanging out, so were the girl’s. I kicked the bottom of his foot just to get him to stop screaming.”
“Where exactly did he put her?”
“I don’t know. I told you it was dark in there. I’ve never been in one of those things, and I don’t have any idea what they look like on the inside.” Ray wished he had another drink. “The inside of that tomb was the blackest thing I’ve ever seen. When Jimmy went in there, it was like the dark just swallowed him up. He was sweating like a pig when he came out, but I didn’t know if it was from exertion or from fear. I was sweating, too, but I knew mine was from fear.”
“What happened next?”
“Nothing. We never talked about it again. Just pretended it never happened.”
“So why are you talking about it now?”
Ray signaled for another drink. “Why are you asking me that? You’re the one who set this thing up.”
“What do you mean?”
“That’s why you told me about Jimmy’s deal with the feds. You wanted me to get even. You wanted me to do your dirty work for you.”
After Ray’s drink came, Landry said, “You’ll have to testify.”
Ray thought about the garbage bag full of money across the street in his hotel room. Somewhere around $250,000. “After what he did, I don’t care.”
“Are you talking about what he did to the girl or to you?”
“Take your pick,” Ray said. “As long as the D.A. is paying for the ticket, I’ll fly back and testify.”