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  Out in the great hall, the mean woman jerked his arm some more and pulled him over to where some other men were carrying in black backpacks, duffel bags, and other kinds of heavy cases. It looked to him like they were just gonna move right into his house. She kept a tight grip on his wrist and pulled him after her to where she knelt down in front of a long dark blue nylon duffel bag. She poked through the contents until she found what she was looking for. That’s when she brought out a pink dog collar, set with tiny little silver sequins, and a matching leash, one like the boy had when he had that dog named Skippy that one time back in Sacramento. But the collar was fancier than Skippy’s had been and it had a bunch of wires and stuff fastened to it.

  “See this, kid? This is how I’m gonna teach you to obey my commands. Got that? I got this little remote thing. Right here. See it? If I push this little button, you are going to get hurt real bad. Do you wanna see how it works?”

  The little boy shook his head. He did not like the looks of that collar.

  “Oh, now, don’t be such a sissy. Come over here. Now.”

  He obeyed and stood still while she buckled the collar around his neck, and then he watched her manipulate some controls on the remote thing. “I won’t put it up too high, since you’re being a pretty good little boy. But you need to know what happens if you don’t do what I say. Okay? Understand me?”

  He stared at her, aware she was going to hurt him now. Not quite sure why, though, or how she was going to do it. Then she stepped back and smiled down at him. “You ready, kid?”

  Standing there, he just looked up at her, not sure what to expect. Then she pressed a button, and he felt a tiny little jolt of electricity around his neck. He yelped, more from the surprise than from the pain, and tried to tear off the collar. It was over pretty quick, but it didn’t hurt too much. It had hurt worse that day when he had fallen on the lava rocks and cut up his knees. But he didn’t want Jaxy to turn it any higher. That would probably hurt him really bad.

  “Oh, no, you don’t, kid. That collar stays on. You do exactly what I tell you to do, and I won’t push this button ever again. You mess up or try to run away, I will hold down this little button right here and make you wish you hadn’t.”

  “Oh, for God’s sake, Jaxy. When are you gonna grow up?”

  That was the big man named Max with the long red hair and little beard. He looked exactly like a pirate. He was shaking his head, giving the lady a really nasty, mean kinda look.

  “Shut up, Max. I don’t tell you to stop when you take a woman off by herself and have your perverted fun, do I? At least, I’m not beating this kid up. You can’t say the same, can you? Where are those leather gloves of yours, anyway? Still too bloody to wear yet?”

  “That’s enough, both of you,” the old bald-headed man said from the doorway to the kitchen. He was a lot older than the others, and Rico decided that he must be their daddy. He talked with some kind of funny accent, too, but they didn’t, not as much, anyway. They talked more like his friends back in California, but not exactly like that. “Get your gear and pick out a bedroom. We’ve got to go over our plans, down to the very last detail, and we don’t have a lot of time. And quit your bickering. If that kid causes trouble, Jaxy, I’ll give him to Max. I’m warning you. You got that?”

  When he heard that, Rico’s terror grew and grew until he couldn’t even breathe. Jaxy nodded, but she looked really angry. She jerked the leash and pulled the boy after her. “C’mon, kid, let’s pick out a bedroom and get settled in.”

  So, for a long time, the little boy had to live there alone with all the bad people. He didn’t know how long it lasted, but it sure did seem like a long, long time. He learned right off to do whatever they said and do it quick. If he did that, Jaxy didn’t shock him with the collar or hurt him at all. If he behaved, all of them pretty much just ignored him. They had lots of other big men with them now, who did whatever they said, probably about twenty of them, maybe. Every one of them moved into his house, too.

  One night when he was lying on the rug beside Jaxy’s bed with the leash tied to her bedpost, he started thinking about his parents and crying a lot. That made Jaxy real mad and she told him that they had thrown his mama’s and daddy’s bodies into the ocean and that the fish were eating them and then she laughed about it. He lay there after that and wished Jaxy would have let Max shoot him and let the fish eat him, too.

  The days went by and he was always attached to the leash. Jaxy either tied him to something or dragged him around with her, but he didn’t get to go outside much into the sun. He wished somebody would come and help him, but nobody knew where they lived. His daddy had said it wasn’t safe for anybody else to know where they were. If Rico could just get away, he could hide inside the dark tunnels. They didn’t know about the caves and stone water channels yet.

  So he was going to have to get up the courage to jerk the leash out of her hand and run like the wind and hide real good. If he did that, he didn’t think Jaxy could ever find him. And he didn’t want to make the big brother or the cigar man angry. They were even meaner than she was. They killed his parents. He wished he could kill them, but he couldn’t, not yet. Maybe when he got a little bit older, he could shoot them in the head. That’s what he wanted to do the most. And then he’d throw them in the sea and let the fishes eat them.

  The day came when they made preparations to leave the castle, and he got pretty excited because he figured they would just leave him there. Or maybe they’d kill him and that would be better than being Jaxy’s pet. He wanted to be free. His neck was all bruised and sore from her jerking him around. But they didn’t leave him there. Jaxy told him that he was going to come in handy, after all, and that he better do exactly what they said or else.

  Then they took him outside and put him in a jeep and drove him out to the airstrip where his daddy had their supplies flown in by helicopter. There was a small private jet sitting there, and they forced him up the steps and into the cabin. It took off at once, and Jaxy kept him on the floor beside her, flipping him potato chips if he would pretend to beg. He was so hungry that he did it. The man named Max sat farther away, and he said, “You are sick, Jaxy. He’s just a kid. Why don’t you leave him alone?”

  “He’s my kid now, and I’ll do whatever I want with him. Daddy said so.”

  After a while, they landed again. He stayed on the plane while some of them got off, and then he heard a bunch of guns going off real loud, but he couldn’t see out the windows because the shades were all pulled down. After a little while, Jaxy came back inside and pulled him out into the warm night air. A black van was waiting for them, and she pushed him inside with all the other men, and then she got inside, too, and slid the door shut. Rico sat on the floor in the dark and wondered where they were going now.

  Killing Black

  July 3

  Nicholas Black took one final walk-through inside the Italian villa that he had leased for his honeymoon. He had finally found the perfect place to bring his fiancée, Claire Morgan—a virtual palace of white marble perched high atop a cliff on the Amalfi Coast near Monterosso al Mare, one that boasted a killer view of the blue Tyrrhenian Sea. In his opinion, the entire coastline south of Mount Vesuvius and Naples was one of the most beautiful places on earth, with its white and pastel square houses clinging to the steep slopes above the sea like picturesque building blocks climbing up the mountainside.

  Claire would absolutely love the place, especially the beach far below with waves that lapped onto pristine golden sand and crashed in great, towering sprays against the rocky outcroppings on either side. They would have complete privacy down there. He wanted everything to be perfect, from the first moment she stepped foot into the house until the minute they drove away and headed back home. It would suit him fine to stay there forever, just the two of them, safe and secure from all the evils of the world. With Claire, however, that was a different story. She loved her home on Lake of the Ozarks in Missouri, and that’s where she wanted
to live most of the time.

  Black had waited a long time for Claire to accept his marriage proposal, and then even longer for her to pick a wedding date and stick to it. But she had done both now, and he was elated. They were to be married tomorrow, on the Fourth of July, at exactly two o’clock Missouri time. Therefore, he had to wrap up preparations and head back home within the hour. But so far, so good. Everything was right on schedule.

  Black had allotted himself plenty of time to drive to the nearby private airstrip owned by Vittorio Ricci, his old friend and colleague. They had often conferred on the patients that Vittorio treated in his Rome clinic. Black’s Learjet was out there now, fueled and ready, the pilot and copilot waiting on board to take off. Black was eager to get back home to Claire, because tomorrow at this time, they would already be married. Finally. He smiled to himself; couldn’t help it. He hadn’t ever really been certain it would happen. He felt confident it would now, and more content than he had been in a long time. But he’d been gone over a week now, and he missed the hell out of her.

  Strolling down the wide white marble staircase to the front foyer, he bid one last thank-you to the household staff, all of whom had been working diligently to ready the villa. Satisfied now that everything was sitting on go, Black climbed into the sleek red Ferrari convertible he’d leased for the summer, fired the engine, and headed down the long, curving road toward the coastal highway. Smiling, he decided to phone Claire, just to hear her voice and make sure everything was okay at her end. He hit speed dial and put the phone on speaker so he could negotiate the tight curves edging the sea. She answered on the third ring.

  “Well, well, if it isn’t my long-lost fiancé. I was beginning to think you were havin’ a serious case of cold feet. You know, chickenin’ out and afraid to come home and hear those dreaded wedding bells.”

  “Well, I did start to flee the country but decided maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to wake up beside you every morning.”

  “You already wake up beside me every morning. Except when you fly off to Italy for a week and leave me here to deal with all this wedding crap. Big weddings are a pain in the neck, let me tell you. I’m not gonna have any more big weddings, thank you very much.”

  “Well, I hope not.” Black smiled. Claire sounded good. Happy. Hell, he was happy, too. For once in their lives everything was going okay for both of them, in work and in their private lives. Best of all, she had not been seriously injured a single time since she had given up her homicide badge and gone private with her own detective agency. A few close calls, true, some bruises maybe, and one scissors stab wound, but no eighteen-day comas, no gunshot blasts, and no getting beaten to a pulp by homicidal maniacs. Thank God for tender mercies.

  “So sweetheart, everything under control back there? Do I need to pick up anything on the way home?”

  “Nope. At least I don’t think so. Laurie and Nancy have everything under control, and they are doing one helluva good job. I’ve had a bit of trouble controlling my jitters, but they tell me that’s gonna pass as soon as you get here. So don’t forget to show up.”

  Laurie Dale and Nancy Gill were both good friends of Claire’s, and both had worked in law enforcement with her. Black was distinctly glad they were around to keep her grounded. Weddings were not Claire’s forte, not by any stretch of the imagination, and that was putting it mildly. She had preferred a quick trip to Vegas or no wedding at all, but she was suffering through the traditional nuptials for him. “Tell me everything they’ve done. You like the way the yard looks?”

  “No way am I telling you a single thing so quit asking. This is my wedding gift to you and the first and probably the last surprise you’ll ever get outta me. Because, as you know, I hate surprises worse than poison. So you’re just gonna have to wait and see how great everything looks.”

  “Fine by me.” And it was. Black was pretty much agreeable to anything and everything at the moment. Just as long as Claire walked down that aisle. He wanted those “I do’s” over with once and for all and forever. He sure as hell had to wait long enough to hear her say them. “I’ll be back at the lake early tomorrow morning. I’ll get some sleep on the flight so I’ll be rested and ready. Is there enough seating for everybody on my side of the aisle?”

  “Now, wait a minute, Black, you don’t have any surprises up your sleeve, do you? Remember, this thing is small. Tiny, in fact. Very casual. Only our best friends. You can have your big fancy receptions later at your hotels and do them however you want. Okay? You do understand that? Not a cast of thousands at my place, no way.”

  “You saw my guest list. Nice and short. Just make sure you’re there. That’s my biggest worry. That you’ll back out.”

  Claire gave a soft laugh. “Well, now, I’m the one who’s here, right? You’re the one who’s not. Most of the guests are here, too, and checked in to their suites at Cedar Bend. Still think we shoulda just gone to Las Vegas and got in and out of the Wedding Chapel in nothing flat, sans the hoopla and fireworks.”

  “You make it sound like an execution, but not to worry, I’ll be there. Count on it.”

  “You do remember what you’re supposed to do, right? You don’t show up at the cabin until I’m ready to walk down to the dock. Plan is John Booker’s gonna wait for you on the dock as your best man but the rest of the groomsmen will be down there, too. You speed across the lake in the Cobalt and make your grand entrance right before we start the procession. In fact, that’s our cue to get the show on the road.”

  “Can’t wait.” And that was the understatement of the year.

  “Even better, the two of us can take off in the Cobalt after we get the damned deed over with and said a few how-de-dos and thank-yous and head back to Italy. Guests can party all night if they want. I’ve had enough of this white stuff sitting around all over the place.”

  “Just so we both sign the marriage certificate before we take off. I want this thing legal.”

  “Good grief, Black, you really think I’m gonna walk away from you now, after all this trouble?”

  “No, but you better not.”

  “Let’s just get this wedding over with so we can get back to normal. I’ve got cases waiting. Novak can’t handle everything forever. He’s a great partner, but he’s got his limits.”

  Claire’s private detective agency in New Orleans was doing well, and Will Novak was working out fine as her trusted and intimidating colleague. She liked the work, but not as much as Black liked it for her. “As if anything about us has ever been normal.”

  Claire laughed at that because it was so true.

  “Tell me about your gown. Long or short?”

  “Gonna have to wait and see. But it is something that I had made especially to wow you with.”

  “Oh, I’m going to be wowed all right. I’ll like everything that happens tomorrow. You just be ready for me. I have missed you like crazy.”

  “Good. Ditto, and all that good stuff. Everything all set over there?”

  “You’re going to like it even better than you did that island in Tahiti.”

  “That’s gonna take some doin’, Black. You know how I loved that little private slice of paradise and all those shady palm trees and that chef who cooked me everything I wanted.”

  “Just wait. You’ll see.”

  “When are you taking off?”

  “As soon as I get back to the airstrip, and that’s where I’m headed now. Well within the hour, anyway. That’s gonna put me home very early tomorrow morning with time to spare.”

  “Good. Be careful. And don’t embarrass me by dragging in late and making everybody think you’re havin’ second thoughts.”

  “Rest assured. Not gonna happen.”

  “I am ready, willing, and able, too. So quit with the worrying. I am not a runaway bride.”

  Black laughed. “You better not be. I’ll track you down. I have my sources.”

  “Yeah, tell me about it.” She paused, listening to a female voice calling to her in the backgr
ound. “Hey, I gotta go. Sounds like some kinda crisis outside. Probably can’t get the flowers arranged just alike. Something uber catastrophic like that.”

  “Okay, see you tomorrow. I love you.”

  “Love you, too. But I gotta go. Really, now, don’t get lost on your way home.”

  “Don’t worry.”

  Grinning to himself, Black hung the phone up and drove south on the winding curves edging the vast and majestic cliffs overlooking those gorgeous, breathtaking ocean vistas. The sea looked calm and so did the weather. Nothing was going to delay takeoff. By the time he turned off the highway onto the heavily wooded road leading out to Ricci’s airstrip, it had grown completely dark. He drove fast, eager to get in the air. As he rounded the last sharp curve, he saw something in the road, braked hard, and went into a long and harrowing sideways skid before coming to a screeching stop, only inches from a little boy standing right in the middle of the gravel road.

  Black muttered a curse, aware he had almost run the child down. Inside the smoky beams of his headlamps, he realized the kid was small, probably seven or eight, maybe even younger. The boy just stood there in the lights, not running away but crying hard and shaking all over. He looked absolutely terrified. Black climbed out of the car and pulled out the Colt .45 from under the driver’s seat. Just in case all wasn’t as it appeared to be. He had learned the hard way to be careful on trips abroad, and this had the look of an ambush. Why else would a small child be out in the middle of nowhere on a deserted mountain road all by himself? There were no houses anywhere around. All this land belonged to Ricci. Where the hell did the kid come from?

  For several minutes, Black just stood behind the driver’s door, scanning the scene, but outside his headlight illumination the roadway was dark, completely deserted. It was a quiet night, nothing audible but the boy’s loud sobbing. Trees lined both sides of the road, thick and dark and impenetrable. Nothing moved inside the dusty vegetation. Wary, he listened to the creak and buzz of undisturbed crickets and frogs for a few more minutes.