Patricia Cornwell - Isle of Dogs

"Come on, " Smoke said. He, his girlfriend, and the road dogs climbed over the fence and held on to their MAC Tools, M amp;M, and Excedrin baseball caps as they ran through gusting rotor wash toward the 430.

Barbie and Hooter saw the bright helicopter pop up over the tops of buildings and speed away as Barbie turned into the empty parking lot of the courts buildings. She drove to the back, and instantly six desperate-looking men, including the reverend, rushed out of a wooded area and ran like hell toward the minivan, jerking open the doors and piling inside. It did not escape Hooter's attention that the men smelled unwashed, were unshaven, and had neither belts nor shoelaces. She knew inmates when she saw them, and froze in fear. Oh, oh, oh, what had she gotten herself into now? And wasn't that Mexican boy the same one she'd met at the toll-booth the other night?

"Drivel" Reverend Justice shouted.

"Yeah, get the fuck outta here!" Slim Jim screamed.

"Duck down!" Trader yelled.

"Man, you're crushing me!" Cat complained.

The men ducked down on the floor as Barbie shot out of the parking lot and noticed cop cars with flashing lights rushing toward the gloomy brick jail across the street.

"Just drive normal, " Hooter said, because somebody had to have a clear head and take control. "You be whizzing around like this and the police will stop us for sure. Then we gonna get arrested for helping convicts escape from jail. "

"What?" Barbie panicked, clutching the steering wheel in both hands. "Convicts?"

"We was unfairly arrested, Barbie, " the reverend said from the floor in back. "It's the Lord's will we got out and you're helping us. And I had no choice about it 'cause these other inmates forced me to act like I was rupturing something in my belly and when the guard burst inside the cell to help, I smacked him over the head with a food tray, just like Pinn had done to him when he used to work as a prison guard.

"So I got the idea from being on Head to Head with Pinn. Ain't it wondrous the way the Lord works?" Reverend Justice preached on. "If I hadn't been on that show, all 'cause of Moses Custer and the Neighborhood Watch I started down there near the Farmers' Market, well, I never would'ave thought to smack someone with a food tray. ' Course, if I hadn't been so over-stended and stressed out from all the publicity I suddenly was getting, I might not have tried to pick up that old woman for purposes of releasing myself, and then I never would'ave had to smack nobody with a food tray. "

Maybe it was just a superstition, but Moses Custer had always heard that if his ear itched, it meant someone was talking about him. As he rode in the governor's motorcade, Moses's right ear was itching something fierce beneath bandages, and he wondered if it might indicate that a lot of people out there knew he was a VIP guest in a long black limousine, and destined to sit in the governor's box at the race. He stared out tinted glass at backed-up traffic as the governor snored and his peculiar daughter with her jet-black helmet haircut kept staring down at her quivering cleavage while that tiny red horse stood in the woodchips and now and then stepped on Moses's foot.

Macovich, meanwhile, was trying to weave through traffic as he talked over the radio to Andy, who had turned the helicopter's intercom to crew only so the road dogs couldn't hear what he was saying.

"To make everything worse, " Macovich said into the mike, "six inmates just broke out of jail and cop cars are everywhere, so I'm telling you, it's a mess out here. I don't know when we'll get to the racetrack, but we gonna be late. "

"Look, I've got to go to Plan B, " Andy transmitted as the mobbed racetrack appeared a thousand feet below, in the distance.

"Wooo, seems like we should be on Plan G or H now, at least. "

"I'll do a high recon over the racetrack and just keep circling until you can get a bunch of uniformed cops to swarm onto the helipad so Smoke will change his mind and order me to take them to Tangier Island, " Andy came back.

"But we ain't got no undercover backups down there, man!" Macovich worried.

Andy looked down at thousands of fans waving wildly up at the helicopter and fighting to get close to the helipad.

"I wasn't expecting this and should have, " he said, "but Brett's fans are recognizing his bird and are going to storm us on the ground. Someone may get hurt or Smoke's going to get away. No way I'm setting down at the racetrack. "

"Ten-four, " Macovich came back. "I mean, roger. "

The stands were filling up as Andy switched on pulsing landing lights and began to slow down. He turned the intercom back to all so everyone in back could hear him through the headsets.

"We'll be landing in a few minutes, " Andy announced. "Now it's very important you follow instructions, for reasons of safety. When we set down, just keep your seats and the ground crew will get you out. "

Smoke was staring out his window. When the helipad came in sight, he noticed dozens of cops crowding onto it. Smoke also detected that there was something odd about the pilot's ponytail. It seemed to him that a minute ago, the ponytail had been centered, and now it was cock-eyed.

"What are all those cops doing?" Smoke said into his mike.

"Don't know, but they'll clear out of the way as I get closer, " Andy replied, and Hammer tensed up and wanted desperately to turn around and check on Popeye.

"Oh yeah?" Smoke countered as meanness crept into his voice. "Well, maybe something stinks about this. "

"Man! Look at all them people down there, " Cuda marveled. "And look how all of 'em are pointing up at us and pumping their fists! They must think we're Donny Brett!"

"Bullshit, " Smoke's voice filled Andy's headset, and suddenly the ponytail wig was yanked off from behind and the Ray Bans were knocked askew.

Andy remembered what Macovich had drilled into him when Andy was learning to fly: Just fly the helicopter. No matter what happened or how desperate the situation, Andy must simply fly the helicopter, and he held it in a steady descent as he felt the hard, cold barrel of a gun at the back of his neck and Smoke yelled obscenities at him and threatened to kill the dog.

"Calm down. " It was Hammer who spoke. "Do you want us to crash, you idiots? Now shut up back there so we can handle this huge machine because none of you knows how to fly, and that means you're going to have to depend on us!"

"… Fucking cops!" Smoke was ranting and raving. "I know who you are, you motherfuckers! And I've got your fucking dog back here, you bitch, and if you don't do what I say, I'm gonna pump her full of rat poison!"

Hammer assumed and sincerely hoped Smoke was bluffing, but Possum saw the syringe Smoke had just pulled out of a pocket. Possum held Popeye and could feel her shaking through the flag as Unique sat very still, as if in a trance, her eyes filled with an eerie light.

"Don't do nothing like that right now, " Possum told Smoke. "You stick the dog and she's gonna start having cavulshuns and jumping everywhere, and if she dead, you ain't got nothing to threaten them with no more. "

Smoke fell silent for a moment, and decided Possum was probably right, as Hammer's heart was seized by fear, because she realized Smoke might really have a syringe full of rat poison back there. The bastard. If they ever got back on the ground alive, she might just kill Smoke even if it was a bad shooting and she ended up professionally ruined or charged with manslaughter.

Unique slid a box cutter out of a pocket, her surreal stare fixed on the back of the blond cop's neck. The Nazi had directed that she would find her Purpose, and she had. She rearranged her molecules and then arranged them back to normal as she realized that the cop she had been stalking, who had turned out to be Andy Brazil, had already seen her when he picked them up in the helicopter. So there was no point in being invisible, and he wasn't going to recognize her, anyway. Her groin throbbed as she anticipated cutting his throat from ear to ear. Then the copilot would take over, and after they landed, Unique would cut her throat, too, and spend some alone time with the body.