“I won’t renege on the deal. This is what I wanted to do from the very beginning. I know I did something wrong. I know there’s nothing I can do to reset that. But I would have done this even if you weren’t keeping my wife and son…as…” His voice trailed off. He didn’t want to say the word hostages. This was an extraordinarily delicate situation and he didn’t want to further screw everything up with the use of inflammatory language. “As your guests,” he said.
Heather was agitated. She was normally so levelheaded; that was part of the reason he’d been attracted to her in the first place. She was the opposite of Judith in many, many ways. In the year he’d known her, she hadn’t often lost her cool, but these were extraordinary circumstances. He could not afford to let her blow it now.
“It’ll be OK, Heather, trust me,” he said softly. “Look at me, honey. Look at me. Trust me. This will work. Take a deep breath. Come on.”
She took a breath and nodded. “You’ll come back with the money?”
“Of course.”
“And you’ll make them give us food and water?”
“Yes.”
“All right.”
In the distance Tom could hear the sound of a motorbike.
“That’ll be Danny coming,” Matt said. “Do we have a deal?”
“We do from me,” Tom said.
“From us too,” Ma said. “We’re reasonable people, Dr. Baxter. We live here by ourselves. We don’t do harm to anybody. We don’t invite people to our island, but if they come, coppers or government, we expect them to be respectful.”
“Of course. We made the mistake and I’m very sorry about it.”
“We didn’t want any of this—” Ma said.
“Sorry to interrupt, Ma, but we have another issue,” Jacko said.
“What is it?” Ma asked.
“We found the Krauts and we’re keeping them up at the house, but they really want to go,” Jacko said.
“Tell them the ferry needs fixing,” Ma said.
“Gotcha,” Jacko said.
“Any other problems I have to solve?” Ma said and took a long drag of her cigarette.
“The children can’t possibly stay in that room overnight. You’ll have to move them,” Heather said.
Oh, shit. We’ve won this. Don’t cause any trouble, Tom was screaming at her telepathically.
Heather amazingly seemed to pick up on his thought. “Well, at the very least, we’ll need some bedding and something to eat and drink, and you’ll have to let us visit the bathroom, otherwise it’s going to be very unpleasant in there,” Heather said.
The motorbike was very close now. It was driving up to the farm. Everything was hushed, waiting.
A line of clouds.
The silent stars.
The silent yellow sickle moon.
“Danny’s gonna lose his shit,” Jacko muttered.
“We’ve done our parley and we made a deal,” Matt said. “Danny’s gonna have to like it or lump it.”
“Yup,” Ivan agreed. “Like Matt said, she wasn’t blood.”
The motorbike pulled to a stop in front of the farmhouse.
The eerie quiet grew deeper.
Flies.
Moths.
Vacuum.
Void.
Everyone waiting.
Suddenly there was a scream. “I reckon they told him,” Kate said.
“You might be onto something there, Katie,” Jacko said with a chuckle.
There was the sound of a scuffle, and the door to the farmhouse burst open with a gift of silver light.
There was a terrible wail, like a dog dying.
The sound of arguing.
Then silence.
A silhouette in the doorway.
Danny was carrying Ellen’s body in his arms.
“Oh, shit,” Matt whispered. “Jacko, be ready for him to do something dumb.”
Danny carried Ellen into the farmyard. Like all the O’Neills, he was tall and skinny. He had thinning red hair and dark eyes.
He looked at Tom. “Is he the one?” he asked Ma, spitting the words out.
“Take it easy there, mate, we’ve fixed this,” Jacko said.
“Yeah, they told me what you fixed,” Danny said. “You think I’m going to take your dirty money? You think I’m gonna take one cent of that? For her?”
Danny set Ellen gently on the ground. She was a rag doll, broken in a dozen places. Danny caressed her face, shaking. “She was everything. She was better than all of you lot put together and you bloody know it!” Danny said.
“I’m so sorry. I really am,” Tom said. He meant it. That poor woman. It was awful. But…but that wasn’t the issue now. The issue was what to do next.
Danny stood. His eyes were red and vacant. He pointed a finger at Tom. “You killed her!”
Tom nodded. “It was an accident. And I’m sorry. But I—I take full responsibility.”
“That’s not enough!” Danny yelled.
“Steady on, mate. We’ve agreed. You missed the meeting. We all agreed and Ma decided,” Matt said.
“Did you decide, Ma? Without me?” Danny said in a faraway monotone.
“I did. We decided. It’s for the best,” Ma replied firmly.
Danny walked over to Tom and poked him in the chest.
“I’m very sorry,” Tom said softly.
“Sorry, are you? Sorry!” Danny’s face was contorted with rage and grief. His eyes were slits of dark fury. Spittle ran down his chin. “And you’ve agreed, have you?” Danny said, still prodding Tom in the chest. “This rich bastard runs over my Ellen, an innocent who wouldn’t harm a fly. All I have in the world. And you’ve agreed that we don’t do anything about it?”
“I’m really devastated by what’s happened. She just came out of nowhere, I—” Tom began. Danny shoved him hard in the chest. Tom tripped over his own feet and fell. Danny attempted to kick him but Matt wrapped Danny up in his big arms and lifted him off the ground.
“Ma made the call, mate!” Matt said.
Tom warily got to his feet.
“You can’t decide nothing without me!” Danny screamed. “Look at her! Look what he done to her! She was beautiful. She was all I had. What am I going to do?”
“Mate, calm down, it’s going to be all right,” Matt insisted.
“How! How is it?” Danny yelled. “What about his wife? What if I do something to her?”
“No. This has nothing to do with my wife. This has nothing to do with my family. I was driving the car. This is on me,” Tom said.
“On you?”
“On me,” Tom said.
“Right, OK, OK, I understand,” Danny said, calmer now. “Put me down, Matt. It’s OK, put me down, mate.”
Matt cautiously released his grip and Danny dropped to the ground.
“Nothing can bring back Ellen. Nothing. This is what’s for the best,” Matt said.
“I understand,” Danny said. “I went out and got a job and got a wife. And you lot do nothing but sit here smoking and bitching and knocking back the grog in your trackies. And you scumbags are deciding for me?”
He went back to Ellen’s body and kissed her and held her. He took something out of his pocket. A crucifix, Tom thought, as he saw it glint in the moonlight.
No, it wasn’t a crucifix, it was a…
“Look out!” Heather yelled as Danny turned, ran at Tom, and stabbed the knife into him with such force that it nearly knocked him off his feet.
Heather screamed.
“Huhh,” Tom said as the knife penetrated deep into his right side.
“Jesus! What have you done!” Tom heard Matt yelling.
“He got what was coming to him,” Danny yelled back.
Danny pulled back the knife to stab Tom again. Before he could do it, Heather was on his back, scrambling to get her tied hands around his throat.
She has fight in her, that one, Tom thought as his legs gave way and he fell to the ground like a destringed marionette.
The ground was warm. Comforting.