I lost it. She knows this is stupid even before she finishes speaking.
Quinn makes a mocking sound, but Sands only sighs. I've known you for seven months and I've never once seen you without your phone. I've read your text messages to Timothy. Everything from I love you, my darling to I want you to come in my mouth tonight. If hed known the things you did for me
the boy wouldve gone mad.
Hot tears streak her face. Sands is right: Tim never got pleasure from degrading her; but Sands lived for it. Worse, he knew that some sick part of her derived pleasure from it as well. Once youd been wired that way, there was no way to short-circuit those urges and reactions. A harsh voice and a slap made her wet, like Pavlovs dogs hearing the dinner bell. All you could do was struggle against it, try to drive it out with something else.
How long has Timothy been talking to Penn Cage?
Linda blinks but says nothing. Hope has flickered in her breast with religious power. Tim was supposed to meet Penn tonight. Either Tim missed that meeting or he delivered his evidence to Penn. Either way, she has reason to hope. If Tim missed the meeting, Penn will surely turn the town upside down to find him, starting with the
Magnolia Queen.
And if Tim did manage to get him the evidence, Penn, being the mayor, must certainly know by now that his friend is dead. Either way, his first instinct will be to have Sands arrested. That's why Sands feels pressed for time. The mayor could be on his way down to the boat with a squad of police at this moment.
You have to stay on the boat,
says a voice. Tims voice.
If they take you off this boat, youre dead. Or lost, because no one will know where to look for you. But as long as youre here, you can be found. Whatever they do, you have to take it
A stalling strategy occurs to Linda, one learned so long ago that it feels inborn.
I'll give them things in stages,
she thinks.
Lie first, then give up something true. Something to keep them trying. When they feel I'm cooperating, resist again, then give up the next bit.
It was like negotiating with a boy in the backseat in junior high. Let him slide his hand under your shirt, but not your bra. Kiss awhile, then push his hand out and kiss some more. When hes finally, really angry, let him push up the bra and feel them for real. Then the game begins again with the belt and the snap to your jeans.
Only this was no backseat. And these werent junior high boys. Every minute of delay would be bought with pain.
You have to take it,
Tims voice says from within her.
Whatever it is
Sands reaches out and lays a hand on the gleaming metal printer cart. A black rag lies on it. Sands lifts the rag like a magician beginning a trick, and her eyes track to whats beneath it. The wires end not in EKG leads, but in shiny metal clips.
Alligator clips,
she remembers from a lab in high school. One of the wires is connected to a metal bolt about five inches long. Dried blood coats it.
When Linda recognizes the blood, her mind jumps to the man on the floor with no pants, and the idea she had beforethat she was in some place beyond fearvanishes like water thrown onto a hot skillet. Shes only crossed the threshold of fear. When she first entered this room, her grief over Tim had smothered everything, even her will to live. Now she wants only to keep breathing, to avoid pain.
Sands moves closer, leans down, pushes a strand of hair from her eye. With an intimate caress he wipes a tear from her cheek, then raises his finger to his mouth and licks it.
Linda, girl, he says softly, there are things far worse than death in this world. I've seen people beg to be where Tim is now. There are
appetites. Appetites that fall outside the pale. Quinn is a man of such appetites. I, on the other hand, prefer the shortest path from A to B.
This statement confounds her.
In business, he clarifies, seeing her reaction. This machine generates electric current, in varying intensity. The clips attach to things that protrude, and the bolt is for
insertion.
Lindas stomach heaves.
Get the bucket, Sands says.
Quinn moves behind her; a door opens and closes. Then Quinn returns and places a bucket stinking of vomit on the floor. The stench is so primal that it cuts through every last illusion.
Theyre not going to stop until they know everything,
she realizes.
Maybe not even then. Because hell have to be sure.
Linda has never known such despair. She can protect no one. Theyll find out about Penn Cage, where Julia is hiding
The generator hums ominously when Sands switches it on, like
the motor in a dentists office revving up to drive a drill. At the sound, the dog tenses with arousal. Despite its remarkable discipline, it cannot remain still.
Wheres your cell phone? Sands asks.
I threw it overboard.
Why?
Tim told me to. He said you could track us with it.
Sands shoots Quinn a brief glance. What else? What was on the phone? I can get your records.
I got a text message I didn't understand.
From who? Timothy?
She nods quickly. I think he used a strangers phone. He thought that was safer.
What did it say? Word for word.
It wasn't words. Not really. It didn't make sense.
Sands picks up the bloody bolt on its wire. Its very important that you remember, Linda.
It was just letters that only half made sense. I thought he meant to send it to someone else.
What were they?
The first word was
Thief
with a capital
T.
Then
www,
like for World Wide Web.
Quinn takes a small pad from his pocket and begins writing on it.
What else? Sands asked.
Kill mommy, that was next.
Kill mommy?
I know, it makes no sense.
Was there more?
The last said, Squirt too, or something like that.
Sandss eyes narrow in confusion. Are you lying to me, Linda?
No.
Sands sighs and nods to Quinn. Quinn steps forward and rips the blouse from her chest, his eyes flashing.
She struggles not to void on the chair. What do you want to know?
Was that a code for something else? Who would Timmy be sending that to?
I don't know! I swear to God!
Wire her up, Quinn says. Give her a jolt.
I might, just, said Sands, depending on how she answers the next question.
Sands nods toward the corner. Turn the boy over. Show her his face.
Lindas gaze follows Quinn as he walks to the wall. He bends and pulls the bare-bottomed man over on his back. Shes afraid the face will be butchered, but its not. She recognizes a young Asian man she has seen a few times on the boat. Ben Li. She only knows who he is because of Tim. Li works in the security area, running the computer accounting system. On paper hes listed as a gaming consultant, but his real job is working some sort of illegal magic on the computers that track the profits. Tim only found this out because Ben is lonely, and he uses drugs to dull the ache. Unlike the other employees, Li isnt given monthly drug tests. In the past few weeks, Tim has become Bens supplier. That somehow played into Tims plan. Linda only learned this last week, and she wasn't sure she wanted to know, but it seemed important to Tim to tell her. It was as though by telling her thisinformation that could get him killedTim was proving how much he loved her, trusted her.
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