Peter Leonard - Quiver

Kate said, “You got the money-what else do you want?”

Celeste said to Luke, “You go over there, lay on the floor where I can keep an eye on you.”

Luke looked at her and she said, “It’s okay. Everything’s going to be fine.”

“Why’re you lying to him?” Celeste said.

Kate said, “There’s no reason to do this.” She glanced down and saw Celeste’s shoe behind her and to the left.

Celeste said, “That’s where we disagree. Funny thing is, I feel like I owe you for getting rid of Teddy and DeJuan. I was going to do it myself, just didn’t know when or how.”

Kate said, “Take the money, have a good life. Far as I’m concerned, you were never here.”

“I’d probably say something like that too if I was in your situation. But we both know it’s bullshit, don’t we?”

It was quiet for a few seconds. Kate could hear the ticking of the grandfather clock in the front hall.

Johnny heard a shotgun blast in the distance. He levered a cartridge in the chamber of the Winchester and started to run. He remembered this stretch of woods from the day they went looking for the boy. He’d already crossed the stream, running uphill, over a ridgetop and then down through stands of birch and pine when heard the shotgun go off again-four more times, then a pistol shot. It was quiet after that and Johnny was sure he was too late. He picked it up, ran as fast as could now, and through a clearing in the trees, he saw the roofline of McCall’s cabin.

“On second thought,” Celeste said, “I guess I could tie you up, call the sheriff’s department in a day or so, tell them where you’re at. Drop the gun, I’ll think about it.”

Kate knew she was lying. She looked over and saw someone in the breakfast room window. At first she thought it was Jack but now recognized the Indian, Johnny Crow, aiming a rifle.

Kate heard the click as Celeste cocked the hammer on her pistol, and she swung the SigSauer back and squeezed the trigger and shot Celeste in the foot-put one through her black Franco Sarto pump, the sound deafening, like an explosion. Celeste screamed, the shock and pain throwing her off balance and Johnny did the rest, fired through the side window and blew her off her feet.

Kate looked back and saw Celeste sprawled on the floor, blood pooling under her. Luke was curled up in a ball, hands covering his ears. She helped him to his feet. His face was white and he looked like he was going to be sick. She took him in the kitchen, and he threw up in the sink. She poured cold water on a towel and wiped his face and hugged him and said, “It’s over. They’re never going to hurt you again.”

Johnny came in the back door of the lodge, their eyes met, but neither of them said anything. There was nothing to say. Johnny got down on a knee and touched Celeste’s neck with his finger, checking for a pulse. He shook his head.

Kate said, “I’ll be right back.”

She took Luke upstairs and helped him take off his muddy clothes. She tucked him in bed and kissed his forehead and whispered, “It’s going to be okay now.” Luke closed his eyes and she pulled the covers up to his chin, Leon snuggling next to him, his pink tongue hanging out, tail moving back and forth as always.

Jack walked in the front door of the cabin, saw the money stacked in the breakfast room, saw Celeste dead on the rug. He’d seen Teddy and DeJuan out in the yard and was thinking things couldn’t have worked out better. Then he saw the Indian. Where’d he come from? Jack looked at him. “Who’re you?”

Guy didn’t say anything, just stood there.

“Where’s Mrs. McCall? I’m a friend of hers.”

He didn’t answer.

Jack saw DeJuan’s Sig on an end table next to one of the couches. He wandered into the main room, trying not to make it too obvious. He glanced back at the Indian. “How about Luke, is he okay?”

No answer.

Jack picked up the Sig, thinking, you dumbass. He turned and the Indian had a rifle pointed at him, stock against his shoulder, ready to fire.

The Indian said, “Put it down or you’re dead.”

Jack believed him, Jack thinking, who is this guy? He was so close.

Kate saw Jack drop the gun on the floor and it was almost like she expected to see him, expected him to be there. She was on the second-floor landing. She walked down the stairs and glanced at Johnny and said, “You should have shot him.”

“He said he was a friend of yours,” Johnny said.

“He’s not a friend,” Kate said. “I don’t know what he is.” She looked at Jack. “Back for the money, huh? You couldn’t leave two million and just walk away, could you? Decided to wait till it all played out so you wouldn’t have to get your hands dirty.”

Jack came across the room toward her.

“That’s not it,” he said. “A few miles down the highway I started thinking about you and felt guilty. I came back to make sure nothing happened to you.”

She couldn’t listen to any more of his bullshit. “Don’t say anything else, okay?”

“You tell Luke about me?” Jack said. “Tell him who his real dad is?”

No, she hadn’t and wondered if she ever would. “The way I see it,” Kate said, “you’ve got two choices. You can keep talking till the sheriff gets here, or you can get in your car and take your chances. Just give me my key.”

He took it out of his pocket and threw it to her.

Kate and Johnny stood on the slate porch and watched the Lexus pull out of the garage and head across the gravel drive, picking up speed.

Johnny said, “He’s not going to get too far in that car. They’re looking for it.”

“I hope he doesn’t,” Kate said.

“Why’d you let him go?” Johnny said.

Kate had asked herself the same question and decided she was paying him back for getting her out of Guatemala. That’s how she justified it, anyway. Now they were even. She glanced at Johnny and said, “It’s a long story.”

“I’ll bet it is,” he said.

It started to rain.

They went inside. Kate offered Johnny a beer and they sat at the breakfast room table, drinking their beers, waiting for the sheriff to get there.

Johnny told her about Bill Wink and she felt terrible. Then he surprised her and brought up Joe Lamborne, the deputy who liked to feel up his prisoners.

Johnny said, “That was you, wasn’t it?”

He smiled.

She was thinking that was the first time she’d seen him relax, let his guard down. He had a nice smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kate said and grinned.

Johnny said, “I know him. And I’ll bet he deserved what he got.”

“Under the circumstances,” Kate said, “I think he got off easy.”

Johnny said, “How’s your boy?”

“I don’t know.”

“He’ll be all right,” Johnny said. “Kids are tough.”

Kate hoped he was right.

She heard sirens in the distance and got up from the table and went to the front door and watched the police cars drive in-four of them-and two EMS vans, lights flashing.

She thought about Luke. They’d get in the car in the morning, drive home and start over-just the two of them.