John Sandford - Wicked Prey

Off-camera, she walked over to Carey and said, "I've got somebody you need to meet."

"Who?"

"Come on," and she grabbed the older woman's elbow and pulled her over toward Briar.

They got hot dogs and talked for half an hour. Letty dug harder into Briar's passivity; to her way of thinking, if she could replace Randy Whitcomb as Briar's boss, she would be making progress.

Carey, on the other hand, was fascinated by Briar's story and her relationship with Whitcomb. "He can't possibly love you. He treats you like an animal," Carey said. "He loves himself, he doesn't love you. I mean, he doesn't, Juliet."

"You don't know him," Briar said defensively.

Letty pushed: "She's right. He doesn't love you. If you think he does-well, you're wrong."

Briar flinched, and put her head down, and said, "Okay," and Carey looked at Letty and said, "Get off her back, Letty. Jeez."

"I'm just backing you up," Letty said.

"I'm discussing," Carey said. "You're pushing her around."

"Letty's okay, she's a friend," Briar mumbled.

"Going home is out of the question?" Carey asked.

"As long as Don is around," Briar said. "He won't leave me alone, and Mom doesn't believe me when I tell her about him."

"You're sixteen?" Carey asked.

"Almost seventeen. Next month," Briar said.

"And Don's a mailman. So he's got to be quite a bit older."

"He's forty, I think," Briar said. "He's ' an asshole."

"I don't want to embarrass you," Carey said, "but I've got to ask. What does he do?"

"Well, you know, he grabs me, he feels me up, he comes in the bathroom when I'm taking a shower-he's got a nail thing that he can push in the doorknob, and open it even when it's locked. He gets naked and he comes out and grabs me, and rubs himself on me. He's come into my bedroom naked and gotten in bed, and when I tried to get out, he's, you know, held me…"

"Hasn't raped you?"

"No, but he will, if I go back," Briar said. "He came into my bedroom naked and got in bed with me, when I was asleep, and when I woke up, he was all over me. He was trying to push my head down by his cock, and I bit him right here"-she touched her hip bone-"and he bled all over and was screaming at me ' Mom pretended like she didn't hear."

"You've seen him naked," Carey said. "Does he have any identifying marks, you know, around his penis, or on his butt? You know, something you couldn't have seen if he wasn't naked?"

Briar thought for a minute and then said, "Well' he shaves. You know, he shaves his cock and his balls. He does have a big brown spot, like a football shape, where the hair should be."

"Great!"

"And when I bit him, I bit a piece out of him," Briar said, with satisfaction. She smiled with the memory. "That's why he was bleeding so much. I bit out a piece and spit it on the floor. Not a big piece, but you know, enough that he was really bleeding."

"So he'll have a scar," Letty said.

"Oh, yeah."

"How long ago was that?" Carey asked.

"Last spring. I ran away in June ' and met Randy."

"Okay, then. We can handle Don," Carey said. "We can get rid of him. If we get rid of him, could you go back home?"

"Maybe," Briar said. She was twisting her hands, and then she said, "Maybe Randy doesn't love me. But you know what? He needs me. He needs me to take him around, and to rub his shoulders and his back, and clean him up. In my whole life, he's the only person who ever needed me. Who ever wanted me around. Except Don, I guess."

Letty leaned forward: "You want to be needed, become a nurse. Not a hooker. God. Juliet."

Briar looked doubtful, and Carey said, "Let's get rid of Don for a start. When we get rid of Don, and Juliet has a place to stay, then maybe we can make some progress."

Carey got up, and Letty said to her, "I need to walk with Juliet for one minute. I swear to God it won't be any longer than that. I'll be right back."

"What don't you want me to hear?" Carey asked.

Letty said, "Come on, Juliet. I'll be right back, Jen."

Down the sidewalk, Letty pressed seventy dollars into Juliet's hand. "Is that enough?"

"That should be," Briar said, and showed a little sparkle. "He hasn't caught me yet."

"He won't catch you," Letty said. "I can get some more money. We'll meet tomorrow-I'll call you. Remember what I said?"

"Yup." Briar showed a little grin. "Lie like a motherfucker."

Carey had been watching from a distance, and when Letty walked back to her, she said, "All right-that was interesting, but there's no story. I mean, nothing I would feel right about doing now. She's really too young to say "yes' to it."

"I don't want to do a story, either," Letty said. "I wanted you to meet her because I need to tell somebody the rest of it. I can't tell Mom or Dad-Mom would freak out and she wouldn't know what to do. And Dad ' well, that's the problem."

"What?" Carey asked.

"Juliet's pimp, this Randy. His name is Randy Whitcomb. Dad arrested him, and beat him up once-that's why he got kicked off the Minneapolis police that one time."

"That guy!" Carey said. "I remember that."

"Yeah. Then Randy got paralyzed and he blames Dad for what happened. So now he's trying to get back at Dad. By getting at me."

Carey's mouth dropped: "What?"

Letty filled in the rest of it, about Randy watching her in the park, tracking her to the McDonald's. "You know what Dad'll do if he finds out?"

Carey said, "He'll' oh, shit."

"He could get caught-they've had this long feud," Letty said.

"So what're you doing with Juliet?"

Letty shook her head: "First, tell me how we get rid of this mailman guy? Don."

"Get a camera, you know, we've got guys who'll do it for me," Carey said. "We get a camera and ambush Don and ask him about rolling around with an underage girl, talk to him about the amount of jail time he'll get. When he denies it, we tell him that she described his physical characteristics ' and then we tell him that we're more worried about her than about him doing jail time, so that if he moves out, and never comes back, there's no story. But the minute he comes back, or makes one single threat, or even a phone call, we make him into a movie star, off he goes to prison."

"Simple," Letty said.

"Not simple, but effective. There was this chick who used to work for a Lutheran social services group; she'd take underage hookers away from their pimps. I helped her out a couple of times, this way. We could do it with Whitcomb, too. Back him off Juliet, back him off Lucas, tell him he goes back to prison…"

Letty was shaking her head. "I actually thought about that. He's on parole. I figured that we could send him back, because she's underage. Then Juliet told me about him being paralyzed, and ' He can't do it. They don't have sex because he can't. He makes her work the street, and sometimes he makes her have sex with another guy, and he watches, and gets all worked up ' but she could walk away if she wanted to. Just leave him. He can't drive, either. So, everything she's been doing' I mean, it looks voluntary. The other thing is ' I'm not positive she'd testify against him."

"Ah, man."

"We need to get him," Letty said. She held Carey with an intense stare, and Carey felt almost unable to move out of it. "For sure. Randy is crazy. I've talked to Juliet a lot, about Randy, and he's crazy. If we don't get him, maybe he'll try to shoot Dad. Or me. Or Mom, or somebody But he's crazy and he's getting crazier, so we've got to get him."

"How?"

"What I'm trying to do is…" Letty looked away from Carey, up into the tree branches, away from Carey's eyes.

"What?"

"I thought I might get Randy to ' do something to her," Letty said.