A moment later he was put on hold, Stacey not bothering to inform him. Big Jim listened to McGruff the Crime Dog for awhile. Then the phone was picked up. It was Randolph, sounding out of breath.
'Talk fast, Jim, because this place is a madhouse. The ones who didn't go to the hospital with broken ribs or something are mad as hornets. Everybody's blaming everybody else. I'm trying to keep from filling up the cells downstairs, but it's like half of them want to go there.'
'Poes increasing the size of the police force sound like a better idea to you today, Chief.'
'Christ, yes. We took a beating. I've got one of the new officers - that Roux girl - up to the hospital with the whole lower half of her face broken. She looks like the Bride of Frankenstein.'
Big Jim's smile widened to a grin. Sam Verdreaux had come through. But of course that was another thing about feeling it; when you did have to pass the ball, on those infrequent occasions when you couldn't shoot it yourself, you always passed it to the right person.
'Someone nailed her with a rock. Mel Searles, too. He was knocked out for a while, but he seems to be all right now. It's ugly, though. I sent him to the hospital to get patched up.'
'Well, that's a shame,' Big Jim said.
'Someone was targeting my officers. More than one someone, I think. Big Jim, can we really get more volunteers?'
T think you'll find plenty of willing recruits among the upstanding young people of this town,' Big Jim said. 'In fact, I know several from the Eloly Redeemer congregation. The Killian boys, for instance.'
'Jim, the Killian boys are dumber than Crackerjacks.'
'I know, but they're strong and they'll take orders.' He paused. 'Also, they can shoot.'
'Are we going to arm the new police?' Randolph sounded doubtful and hopeful at the same time.
After what happened today? Of course. I was thinking ten or a do^en good trustworthy young people to start with. Frank and Juniojr can help pick them out. And we'll need more if this thing isn't sorted out by next week. Pay em in scrip. Give em first dibs on supplies, when and if rationing starts. Them and their families.'
'Okay. Send Junior down, will you? Frank's here, and so's Thibodeau. He got banged around some at the market and he had to get the bandage on his shoulder changed, but he's pretty much good to go.' Randolph lowered his voice. 'He said Barbara changed the bandage. Did a good job, too.'
'That's ducky, but our Mr Barbara won't be changing bandages for long. And I've got another job for Junior. Officer Thibodeau, too. Send him up here.'
'What for?'
'If you needed to know, I'd tell you. Just send him up. Junior and Frank can make a list of possible new recruits later on.'
'Well... if you say s - '
Randolph was interrupted by a fresh uproar. Something either fell over or was thrown. There was a crash as something else shattered.
'Break that up!' Randolph roared.
Smiling, Big Jim held the phone away from his ear. He could hear perfectly well, just the same.
'Get those two... not those two, you idiot, the OTHER two... NO, I don't want em arrested! I want em the hell out of here! On their asses, if they won't go any other way!'
A moment later he was speaking to Big Jim again. 'Remind me why I wanted this job, because I'm starting to forget.'
'It'll sort itself out,'Big Jim soothed.'You'll have five new bodies by tomorrow - fresh young bucks - and another five by Thursday. Another five at least. Now send young Thibodeau up here. And make sure that cell at the far end downstairs is ready for a fresh occupant. Mr Barbara will be using it as of this afternoon.'
'On what charge?'
'How about four counts of murder, plus inciting a riot at the local supermarket? Will that do?'
He hung up before Randolph could reply.
'What do you want me and Carter to do?'Junior asked.
'This afternoon? First, a little reconnaissance and planning. I'll assist with the planning. Then you take part in arresting Barbara. You'll enjoy that, I think.'
'Yes I will.'
'Once Barbara's in the jug, you and Officer Thibodeau should eat a good supper, because your real job's tonight.'
'What?'
'Burning down the Democrat office - how does that sound?'
Junior's eyes widened. 'Why?'
That his son had to ask was a disappointment. 'Because, for the immediate future, having a newspaper is not in the town's best interest. Any objections?'
'Dad - has it ever occurred to you that you might be crazy?'
Big Jim nodded. 'Like a fox,' he said.
'All the times I've been in this room,' Ginny Tomlinson said in her new foggy voice, 'and I never once imagined myself on the table.'