“That sounds good, until civilians start getting carried out in body bags. We must form a concerted effort to sweep every potential target in this county for bombs every few days. And check all abandoned buildings for his lab.”
“I’m on it. I’ll make sure the Watcher can’t show his face or his truck in public without somebody recognizing him and calling it in. We should have another break in the case soon. I have a sneaking suspicion that our lead witness will have a lot more to say.”
“If she said more than nothing, that would be good,” Colon said dismissively. Getting sneered down upon through the nose of the military man roiled Sneed up so bad that he snapped a pencil between his fingers.
“I’ll catch that killer and bring all sixteen of your bombs back just as they were before you lost them,” Sneed said. “And in the meantime, try not to lose any F-16s or stealth bombers.”
After an audible swallow, Colon issued some cold formalities and hung up. Sneed couldn’t help grinning after dominating that match of wits, but the stomach that had felt so satisfied minutes earlier now bulged full of moldy cottage cheese. Gagging, he thought of an explosion ripping open the side of a local building and the flailing bodies of office workers tumbling out through the flames. Sneed spat a glob of stomach acid into his trash can.
“Not on my watch,” Sneed said to himself.
Then he remembered that the incineration could happen in sixteen different places at any time. Pregnant women. The elderly. Children. He brought the lip of the trash can up to his chin.
Chapter 28
Moni didn’t know how long someone had been knocking on her door. She couldn’t hear the rapping through the Saturday morning rain pounding her roof and windows, until the knocking elevated to a forceful thud. If it had gone on any longer, it might have awoken Mariella. The girl didn’t usually sleep past ten, but after the traumatic visit from Moni’s father the night before, she figured the girl needed rest.
Mindful of another incursion by that monster, or maybe someone or something a whole lot worse, Moni stuck her pistol down the back of her sweat pants and concealed it underneath her oversized shirt. The thunder rolled through the sky. The African artifacts on her bookcase shook from the vibrations. Tropic hid under the kitchen table. She slinked to the door without passing before the window. Through the keyhole, Moni saw the curly weave atop DCF Agent Tanya Roberts’ head. The keyhole made her face puff up like a black jack-o-lantern. By the look in her eyes, someone had lit that pumpkin’s candle with kerosene. Her fist banged on the door, which shook in Moni’s face.
Moni pulled away and ducked below the keyhole. Would a DCF agent come by on a Saturday morning for a routine checkup on a foster child? She doubted it. Tanya had an issue with her, but Moni couldn’t see why. No one besides Aaron had witnessed her father’s visit last night. As much as he hated her, Moni’s dad wouldn’t confess because that would land him in jail for violating his parole. Maybe Mrs. Mint had bitched some more about how the girl had been making her job too hard-like elementary school teachers ever had it easy, Moni thought. Something like that, she could handle.
The thunder rumbled once more as Moni reached for the doorknob. Tropic yowled from under the table. Moni winced. Her head pounded as the veins in her skull swelled under the pressure of a torrent of blood. She shouldn’t open that door. She should grab Mariella and leave out the back. Digging her fingers into her temples, Moni fought against the pressure triggered by fear.
If I can’t confront a doughy DCF agent, I’ll never save Mariella from those mutants in the lagoon.
Moni swung open the door. She found more than the rotund Tanya Roberts. A six-foot-three carriage of muscle leapt out from behind the cover of the garage. Officer Clyde Harrison dripped with rainwater from his matted black hair to his steely black boots. His uniform clung to his stacked body, and showed off a pair of pecs that powered arms strong enough to snap her neck in a heartbeat. He stared at Moni, but not with any malice or twisted pleasure in his task. She saw subtle sympathy in his eyes. Harrison stood there like a tank ready to steamroll over a village, even if he’d regret it later.
His reluctance didn’t offer Moni any relief. Her headache subsided, but her heart rate ramped up as the unmistakable reality struck her. She had been on the other end of that doorway so many times. Moni had accompanied DCF agents, even Tanya in a few instances, when they removed children from dangerous homes. Sometimes the parents didn’t protest, but that only happened when the parents were junkies or the kids were hell-raisers. In most cases, Moni restrained the enraged parents while the DCF whisked the kids away. A DCF agent would rarely take an officer on a call for any other reason.
Wedged in the doorway with Mariella’s kidnappers facing her, Moni felt like a slippery cork plugging a fire hose.
“Where is she?” Tanya asked. Her voice sounded mighty big with that gorilla at her back.
“Mariella is sleeping. She had a busy night eating pizza with our friend Aaron from the investigation team,” Moni said. “If there’s some kind of problem, we can…”
“I heard through the grapevine that you had another guest last night-one with a rap sheet longer than my arm.” Tanya reached into her shirt pocket and drew out a photo of Bo Williams barging into Moni’s house. Moni’s jaw nearly dropped off her face.
She could argue all she wanted, but she couldn’t refute that photo. Whether against her will or not, she hadn’t prevented her father from encroaching on the vulnerable girl. A cop should have no problem keeping known criminals from taking a seat on the couch besides a child. Her excuses wouldn’t convince a judge otherwise.
Her father’s voice rang inside her head.
“You been fucking up my whole life, you little whore! All you do is screw up!”
“How did you get that?” Moni jutted a trembling finger at the photo. “Who’s been watching me?”
“Sorry, Moni,” Harrison said as he stepped forward. “We can’t let this go on any longer. A lot of lives are at stake here, not just one girl’s.”
“Sounds like Sneed put you up to it,” Moni said.
Harrison didn’t reply. From his expression, he didn’t need to. Sneed had hated Moni’s little arrangement with Mariella from the moment she carried the girl off the boardwalk in that accursed park. Only Moni had prevented that fat oaf from plopping Mariella on his plate under the hot lights of the interrogation room, and tearing out every shred until he found the evidence he hungered for. The girl might never recover from the traumatic reliving of her parents’ gruesome dissections, but Sneed wouldn’t care. As Harrison had said, that little girl was only one life.
Moni spread her elbows out so Tanya couldn’t wedge her walrus-like body through the doorway. “Excuse me!” Tanya said. Moni held firm.
Harrison sighed. “You really want it this way, huh?” He grabbed Moni’s arm and spun her around as easily as a turnstile. Without summoning any rage or noticeable effort, Harrison shrugged off Moni’s squirming against his unrelenting grip.
“Let me go!” She shouted so loud that a hurricane couldn’t drown her out. “Run, Mariella! Run and she’ll never catch you!”
Moni kept watch on the door to Mariella’s room. She didn’t leave. The DCF agent waddled through the house. Scoping out the African war goddess artwork, the black coffee-skinned Tanya snorted as if to say, “You think that owning all this cheap shit makes you a real black woman?”
Tropic hissed at Tanya from underneath the table and flashed his sharp teeth as she halted before the kitchen. She found the hallway to Mariella’s room and jammed it with her flabby hips. Even if Mariella tried making a run for it, she’d lodge in Tanya’s arms and get stuffed into the back of her car.
Moni’s head rumbled as if a thundercloud swept in through her ear. She thought of Sneed screaming at poor Mariella. He wouldn’t stop until she cracked and crumbled. All of the love and trust that Moni had invested so much time in building with the girl would get destroyed forever. Moni would never see her precious Mariella again.