The Rules Of Silence (14 page)

During the drive back, Titus said nothing. In fact, much of the half-hour trip was made in silence. So much had already been said, and Titus was trying to figure out how in the hell he was going to say the rest of it. At the same time, he kept checking his rearview mirror for surveillance. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, and as Burden had said, there was nothing he could do about it, but he couldn’t help scanning the traffic and wondering which of these ordinary-looking people were actually working for Luquín.

As they pulled in through the gates and headed up the curved drive to the house, he said, “I’ve got some people working here, ”he said.

“Doing what? ”she asked without concern.

“For one thing, working on the security system, ”he said. “It’s on the blink.”

He pulled up beside Herrin’s trucks and got out. He got her bags from the back, and they went into the shade of the veranda and through to the kitchen, where they encountered Mark Herrin carrying an armful of digital meters.

Titus introduced them, and Herrin had the good sense to make himself immediately scarce. As he walked out of the room, Rita was standing by the island counter and her eye caught the list of rooms that had been swept. She read it at a glance, dropped her carry-on bag on the floor, and turned to Titus.

“What’s going on here? ”she asked.

“We’ve got some trouble, ”he said, “but we can’t talk about it here. Let’s take a walk.”

They walked through the allée of laurels together, each with an arm around the other, and sat on the low rock wall that ran behind the orchard. Thirty feet away, the freshly dug grave where he had buried the dogs remained a bare reminder of their changed lives. Mourning doves burbled in the peach trees. He began at the beginning and told her nearly everything.

Rita was stunned, of course, and while Titus was telling her what had happened during the last two days, his own words sounded bizarre even to him. She interrupted him only a few times to ask questions, but most of the time she sat quietly, her lack of a reaction more telling of the profound effect this was having on her than if she had wept and railed.

After he finished, neither of them spoke for a little while. Midday was well gone, and the heat was building in the orchard. Cicadas droned in the woods.

“God, Titus, ”she said. “Good God.”

She stood, unable to sit still, and he watched her move away a few paces to the edge of the shade of the burr oak that was sheltering them from the sun. She turned around and crossed her arms.

“Are you absolutely sure of this? That this man’s responsible for Charlie’s death?”

“Yes.”

Dumbfounded, she stared at him. Then her eyes reddened and the tears came so suddenly and profusely that it was odd to see, even disarming. She didn’t hide her face, and her mouth didn’t contort, but her chin quivered. Her crossed arms shifted until she was hugging herself in the summer shade with the bright light behind her. The tears just came and came until her cheeks were lacquered with them, and they dripped off her chin in a copious mixture of fear and anger and grief.

“Oh, horrible, ”she finally managed to say with a kind of sob. As she looked at him, he knew that she already understood intuitively, without having to reason it out, that all of their yesterdays had been absurdly innocent. Their future had been abruptly truncated and, perhaps, reached no farther than the distance between them. All around them lay the debris of their assumed well-being. The past, the normal life, had been as naive as a child’s daydream.

Then Rita began wiping her cheeks with her palms and fingers, sniffling. She produced a tissue from her pants pocket and wiped her nose. She cleared her throat. She bent her head and pulled her hair behind her head as if she were going to put a band around it, but she didn’t.

“God, ”she said, and looked up and dropped her hands. She took a deep breath and put her hands on her hips, wrists turned in, then exhaled and fixed her red eyes on him. “Louise’s life has been devastated because of us!”

She couldn’t think of what to say because what the hell did you say to this? She couldn’t stop staring at him, and he could tell that she was having a hard time trying to absorb the enormity of what he was talking about.

“Rita, I want you to go away, to get out of here. I’m going to talk to Burden about putting you up at a safe house. Someplace where … you won’t have to worry—”

“What! What in God’s—what are you thinking, Titus?” She was looking at him as if he’d suddenly begun speaking in an unintelligible language. “That’s … unthinkable. No! I will not! I’m staying right here. Whatever’s going to happen, happens to both of us, Titus. I can’t even believe you’d think I’d do such a thing, ”she said, her voice holding off a quaver.

“It’s crazy for you to stay—”

“You’re crazy, ”she snapped. Tears weren’t in her eyes, but they were in her voice. Everything was happening in a slightly surreal way, anger and fear and love melting together in disregard, their characteristics blurring and smearing across categorical boundaries.

“You tell me what’s going on here, Titus, ”she said. “you’ve told me what happened, now you tell me what’s going on.”

Still sitting on the rock wall, he looked out over the land that fell toward the creek.

“Burden’s going after this guy, Rita, and he’s moving fast, but there are no guarantees.”

He wanted to be honest with her, but he didn’t want to tell her everything. He didn’t want to tell her his fears, or the grim probabilities, or that he was trying to ignore where it was all going. If he was lucky, they could get through this without her learning things that would be hard for her to live with when it was over.

“Oh, for God’s sake, Titus. What have you gotten into here?”

“What have I gotten into? ”He was furious at her remark. “This came to me! Rita, listen to me: This son of a bitch is going to kill someone else. Think of that! He’s going to kill someone else. And then someone else, and then … Friends, all of them our friends! I don’t give a damn how Burden stops him, and I’m going to do everything and anything in my power to help him do it.”

Again she could only stare at him. A scrum of bluejays moved through the orchard, fighting and screaming, flinging themselves about like crazed hotheads, blue flashes tumbling through the orderly rows of peach trees. They battled their way to the other side and out, carrying their internecine hostilities into the cedar brakes toward the creek. In their wake, silence, then the doves began again, the voices of solace.

Rita had that look on her face, the odd angle to her mouth that she had when she was suddenly frightened and hadn’t yet had time to order her mind and overcome the adrenalinedriven confusion. He had seen it when she had heard about her father’s hunting accident and when she had heard about her mother’s illness. And he still ached when he remembered seeing it the day the doctor had told them that the fetus was horribly deformed.

“This is impossible to believe, ”she said, “all of this. I just don’t know how to … ”She took a short, jerky breath. “I can’t believe you’ve done this without the police. The FBI …” She was shaking her head. “Somebody with a legal responsibility.”

“I just went over that with you, the reasoning behind it.”

“Well, I think you’ve lost your mind, Titus.”

“I’m trying to save lives, ”he said.

“And you think this is the way to do that? With this … vigilante?”

He started to come back at her, then stopped himself. “I trust Gil Norlin’s advice, ”he said.

“Great! A guy you met briefly four years ago, and even then he was a little slimy.”

“I never said that.”

“You told me he was shady.”

“He just wasn’t working up front like the rest of them, ”he said. “That’s all I meant by that.”

Again they glared at each other. This was killing him. He watched her eyes reddening again.

“Titus, ”she said, and her voice had a break in it that surprised even her, he saw it in her face, “are we going to regret this? ”She was actually trembling. Titus had never seen Rita tremble—ever.

“I’m making the decisions I have to make, ”he said, “and I’m making them the best way I know how. You’ve got to understand, there are no guidelines for this, Rita. This is like waking up from a nightmare and discovering that being awake didn’t stop the dream. I’m just having to work through it the best way I can.”

He hesitated. “I need your help, Rita. I can’t do this without you.”

Her expression shifted. She wasn’t sure she wanted the conversation to go in the direction his tone of voice was suggesting. At this point her emotions weren’t attuned to conciliation.

“I need you to cooperate with me here, ”he said. “I’m going to have Burden find you a place to stay where I know you’ll be safe—”

“Titus! ”Rita stopped him, her eyes holding him, her face rigid with anger and frustration.

He knew what she was thinking: He doesn’t understand … doesn’t even have a clue what he’s asking. But he did. The fact was, she was the one who didn’t have a clue. Her loyalty scared the hell out of him because it put her at risk, and he could hardly live with the idea of the possibilities that presented themselves.

They stared at each other.

“I’ve got to unpack, ”she snapped, and spun around and headed up to the house along the allée.

He didn’t try to stop her. He knew better. She was tired. She was emotionally worn out. She was scared. This was the way Rita reacted to those stresses. When she was afraid she got angry, because she could feel the edges of control slipping away from her and that was the most frightening thing of all. She needed time. God help them, they all needed some time, but he didn’t think they were likely to get what they needed. Luquín was going to steal as much time as he could along with the money. He was going to keep the pressure on.

As he watched Rita’s back flickering through the shadows of the laurels in the allée, the droning of the cicadas grew louder, as if someone had turned up the volume. The heat seemed to have gone up a notch, too, extruding the fragrances of summer, of superheated vegetation, the undercurrents of peaches, the good odors of earth. It all seemed so much more appealing to him now, so much more desirable, than it had a few days before when he had taken it for granted. He relished it, understanding now as he’d never understood before that it was finite, that it wouldn’t last forever because it couldn’t. It had always been only a temporary thing, but he’d just never thought of it that way before.

Chapter 22

The coordinates from the Spanish-language transmissions dribbled in slowly, sent immediately from the first mobile team as soon as the coordinates had been identified. When the first few pinged on Herrin’s screen, and Burden’s, too, as he waited in the second mobile unit, Burden was immediately speaking into Herrin’s earpiece.

“What are the stats on your new program? ”he asked.

“It’ll pull us into a target area of about a one-hundredmeter radius, ”Herrin said, focused on the screen.

“Good. Let’s just see if we can eliminate anything outright. Maybe a retail site, a law firm, law enforcement. Something that might have a legitimate need for encryption. We’re going to be interested in residential. Leased property, most likely.”

Herrin stayed at the computer for nearly two hours before all the transmissions had been scanned by Burden’s mobile unit. When the Spanish-language transmissions had been pulled out of the list of 112 encrypted calls, the list had shrunk to only 14. He had called Burden back.

“Okay, ”Burden said. “The Beechcraft will be in position again in fifteen minutes. So what have we got?”

Herrin brought up the summary on both screens.

“Of the fourteen encrypted Spanishlanguage transmissions, ”Herrin said, “two originated in a country club, one in a real estate office, three in lawyers’offices, and two were APD Chicano squad transmissions.”

He rubbed his face and then leaned on his elbows and stared at the screen. He was sitting in the path of one of the airconditioning vents in the guest house, and the chilled air was welcome.

“That leaves only six transmissions to look at, ”Herrin continued. “Three originated on this side of the lake, three on the other side. The ones on the other side are known addresses. The ones on this side were mobile. But we still don’t have any content.”

“They said the encryption’s tricky, ”Burden said. “It didn’t take much to find out if they were English or Spanish, but the actual translations themselves are another thing.”

“Any guesses?”

“No. But I’m hoping the mobile ones go back to one of the houses on the other side, ”Burden said. “If they do, then I’m hoping we’d have their base and their surveillance unit.”

Herrin stared at the screen and unwrapped the clear cellophane from a cube of taffy candy and popped it into his mouth.

“We’ve got just this one more shot, ”Burden said. “That plane’s scheduled for a job in Maracaibo beginning tomorrow. ”Herrin was sucking nervously on the taffy, sucking on the taffy, thinking, thinking, and then he bit into it and chewed it up in a couple of bites.

“I’m going to call the plane, ”Burden said. “I’m going to tell them to stay with those six channels, and go ahead and scan as many of the new ones as they can during the two-hour flight.”

Herrin waited, eyes fixed on his screen, one leg bouncing on the ball of his foot as if he were a manic adolescent. Running live operations made him forget to be laid-back.

“Damn, ”Burden said into Herrin’s earpiece, “this isn’t much. If they just happen not to be transmitting during these four hours … ”Pause. Silence. Then he said, “But I have a hunch that their timing’s good. On the first flight the Beechcraft was in position and operating within only a couple of minutes of Cain’s e-mail to Luquín. If Luquín was going to react quickly, and he always does, he should’ve been making encrypted calls within the time frame of that first flight. He just has to be in one of those three houses.”

Chapter 23

Jorge Macias stood at the deck railing that overlooked the lake, a cell phone pressed to his ear as he watched a girl in a banana yellow bikini lying on the bow of a rumbling ski boat resting in the water a hundred meters below. He wore black linen trousers and a dove gray silk shirt unbuttoned to midchest, the dark hair of which peeked through the plackets of his shirtfront. He was talking to his mobile surveillance crew, who had picked up and reported the arrival of Rita Cain.