Alex Barclay - Time of Death

‘No wonder you were running,’ said Eddie. ‘If there was a dirty Fed in the mix.’

‘Yup,’ said Billy.

‘Or were you and your fiancée in cahoots with the guy?’

‘No.’

‘Fucking Feds, always protecting their own,’ said Eddie. He took a drink of coffee. ‘My name, photo and the location of the last toilet I shat in would be scrolling along the bottom of that screen if I were found hanging around a dead body. It’s one of theirs? No names given, nothing. Total shutdown. Case closed.’

‘Case closed, I guess,’ said Billy.

The warehouse floor echoed as it had when Ren Bryce crossed it to find the dead body of Javier Luis. Catherine Sarvas walked past the same door, glancing inside, recoiling at the blood stains, the twisted crime-scene tape, the grim sense of decay. She was dressed in a long, padded cream coat, clutching her black leather purse strap, moving through the cold white air of her breath. Further down the hallway, she stopped and took a right into a large room with gray walls and gray floors that carried the faint markings of a basketball court.

Domenica Val Pando sat on a chair in the far right-hand corner, one leg crossed over the other, a lit cigarette and a cardboard coffee cup gripped in her right hand. She stood up and sat against the edge of the table.

Catherine walked across to her. They shook hands.

‘Gregory told me you were unaware of his…position…with us,’ said Domenica.

‘He was my husband,’ said Catherine. ‘He told me everything.’

Domenica smiled; a slow smile, held too long to be genuine. ‘You must have had a difficult time with the FBI.’

‘I knew that Gregory had hidden everything well,’ said Catherine. ‘I knew that they couldn’t trace anything to him. And if they could find my sons for me…’

‘Well, that’s my job now, I believe. I have something you want, you have something I want.’

Outside, the wind was building. Catherine glanced up at the row of rectangular windows that stretched across the wall above Domenica. The snow was hitting the windows at an angle and had gathered halfway up the panes at the corner, bright white, untouched.

Ren Bryce sat alone in the darkness on a battered steel bench. The room stank. The floor was filthy, the walls shedding flakes of paint. It was rotting from the inside out. Ren’s mind was racing. She had barely slept in three days.

Helen’s voice came back to her: ‘Ren, you need to be aware of your triggers for mania: you need to avoid stress, get a lot of rest, reduce your caffeine intake…’

Uh-oh — if you know your triggers, you don’t just know how to avoid them…you know how to seek them out.

This time, the mania had slowly built — late nights, fear, stress, travel, caffeine…and then, she knew. Her mind sharpened, her thoughts sped. Connections jumped off the page, her fingers worked quicker on the keyboard, she drove faster, she got everywhere quicker. She got here quicker.

This is the end. It’s all over.

Domenica dropped the cigarette butt into her coffee cup and pushed it out of her way.

‘You can hand your husband’s files over,’ she said to Catherine. ‘I will organize to have your son returned to you and…and then we can say our goodbyes.’

Catherine felt a surge of anger that lit up her eyes. ‘You were responsible for that…man…raping me.’

‘He was not meant to rape you,’ said Domenica. ‘He was meant to intimidate you, he was meant to wait until you and your husband were in the house together…without your children. He was sent to get a message across to your husband, to warn him how unwise it would be to co-operate with the authorities. Oh yes, I knew as soon as he made his first move in that direction, but I was giving him a chance to rethink. But Erubiel Diaz acted like an animal. You were never going to forget the face of the man who raped you. And it would be easy for you to ID him when his face appeared on a Most Wanted list. If Diaz had done as he was told, your husband might still be alive, you and your sons would not have been harmed, I would not be in this position. No one would be any the wiser. Erubiel paid for that error with his life. Your error was to call in the FBI. You complicated everything for yourself, getting involved with Agent Ren Bryce.’

‘I needed to find out what happened to my family.’

‘The sequel to that message.’ Domenica’s face was impassive. She shrugged. ‘After Diaz’ visit, we expected your husband to change his ways. When he made his next move, it seemed he was defying us. How were we to know that Erubiel Diaz had failed to deliver the message? He didn’t tell us that he raped you, that he never even saw your husband.’

‘Where is my son, Michael?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘Yes, you do. Of course you do.’

‘I’m not in that…world.’

‘Of course you are!’

‘I meant that low down,’ said Domenica. ‘I could maybe get people to see if anybody knows anything.’

‘Why would that be good enough for me?’

‘Good enough for you? If you give me what I want, nothing more will happen to you — that is as good as it gets for you.’

‘Do you think there is anything more that can happen to me?’ said Catherine. ‘After what you’ve done already, what’s left?’

‘You want to be here for Michael, if he shows up. You’re that kind of mother.’

‘Every mother is that kind of mother.’

Domenica said nothing.

‘You can’t even promise me Michael,’ said Catherine. ‘Why would I give you anything of Gregory’s?’

‘But what if I do find Michael?’ said Domenica. ‘I am the only one in a position to locate your son. You certainly can’t. The FBI wouldn’t know the first place to look. So you will give me what I want. Because, if I do find Michael, what might I do then?’

Catherine’s heart pounded. But she had nothing to say. There were no words for a woman like Domenica.

The door beside Ren opened without a sound, without a crack of light. Ren could make out Gary Dettling’s face in the darkness. Then Colin. Then Cliff. Then Robbie. Then the rest of Safe Streets. They were all there. She held a finger up to them. Not a word. She sat back on the bench and pulled off the headphones she was wearing. She handed them to Gary. He nodded.

Ren smiled. Her heart was soaring. The world was beautiful. Everything was under control. She was as controlled and focused as she had ever been. She stood up and walked past everyone. They all nodded to her. Robbie squeezed her arm.

She smiled wider. I love you guys. I love my job. I love the whole fucking world right now.

Ren knew she was wired…and she wouldn’t have it any other way. She got to the door. God bless stress, coffee, starvation, Red Bull, the white light coursing through her brain, making everything clear…

I’m sorry, Helen. But this one’s for you.

Domenica stared at Catherine. ‘Here’s what I need to know.’ She reached inside her jacket and pulled out a gun.

Catherine’s legs went weak. She thought she was going to pass out. ‘Please, don’t,’ she managed to say.

‘I need to know,’ said Domenica, ‘exactly how your husband was co-operating with the Mexican authorities. I need to find out exactly when his betrayal began and how much they know.’

Catherine felt as if her heart was about to explode. She didn’t know anything about betrayal. She didn’t know that her husband had spoken with the Mexican authorities. She hadn’t got all the facts. She was in a room with this crazy woman and she hadn’t all the facts.

‘Shit,’ said Gary. The Safe Streets team looked at each other. No one had known this part. No one had any idea that Sarvas had made contact with the Mexican authorities. Catherine Sarvas would never have been sent in if they’d known Gregory Sarvas had committed the ultimate sin as far as Val Pando was concerned: betrayal. And, thanks to them, Catherine Sarvas had managed to convince Val Pando that she knew about everything her husband did.