The others guffawed like trolls.
'Brought breakfast for Barbara,'Jackie said. She was afraid to look at Linda, afraid of what expression she might see on Linda's face.
Thibodeau peered into the bowl. 'No milk?'
'He doesn't need milk,' Jackie said, and spat into the bowl of Special K. 'I'll wet it down for him.'
A cheer went up from the others. Several clapped.
Jackie and Linda got as far as the stairs before Thibodeau said, 'Gimme that.'
For a moment Jackie froze. She saw herself flinging the bowl at him, then taking to her heels. What stopped her was a simple fact: they had nowhere to run. Even if they made it out of the station, they'd be collared before they could get past the War Memorial.
Linda took the Tupperware bowl from Jackie's hands and held it out. Thibodeau peered into it. Then, instead of investigating the cereal for hidden treats, he spat into it himself.
'My contribution,' he said.
'Wait a minute, wait a minute,' the Conree girl said. She was a rangy redhead with a model's body and acne-ravaged cheeks. Her voice was a little foggy, because she had one finger rammed up her nose to the second knuckle. 'I got sumpin, too.' Her finger emerged with a large booger riding the end of it. Ms Conree deposited it on top of the cereal, to more applause and someone's cry of 'Laurie mines for the green gold!'
'Every box of cereal s'posed to have a toy surprise in it,' she said, smiling vacantly. She dropped her hand to the butt of the.45 she was wearing. Thin as she was, Jackie thought the recoil would probably blow her right off her feet if she ever had occasion to fire it.
'All set,' Thibodeau said. 'I'll keep you company.'
'Good,' Jackie said, and when she thought of how close she'd come to just putting the note in her pocket and trying to hand it to Barbie, she felt cold. All at once the risk they were taking seemed insane... but it was too late now. 'Stay back by the stairs, though. And Linda, you keep behind me. We take no chances.' She thought he might argue that, but he didn't.
24
Barbie sat up on the bunk. On the other side of the bars stood Jackie Wettington with a white plastic bowl in one hand. Behind her, Linda Everett had her gun drawn and held in a double fist, pointing at the floor. Carter Thibodeau was last in line at the foot of the stairs with his hair in sleep-spikes and his blue uniform shirt unbuttoned to show the bandage covering the dogbite on his shoulder.
'Hello, Officer Wettington,' Barbie said. Thin white light was creeping in through his slit of a window. It was the kind of first light that ijiakes life seem like the joke of jokes. 'I'm innocent of all accusations. I can't call them charges, because I haven't been - '
'Shut up,' Linda said from behind her. 'We're not interested.'
'Tell it, Blondie,' Carter said. 'You go, girl.' He yawned and scratched at the bandage.
'Sit right there,' Jackie said. 'Don't you move a muscle.'
Barbie sat. She pushed the plastic bowl through the bars. It was small, and just fit.
He picked up the bowl. It was filled with what looked like Special K. Spit gleamed on top of the dry cereal. Something else as well: a large green booger, damp and threaded with blood. And still his stomach rumbled. He was very hungry.
He was also hurt, in spite of himself. Because he'd thought Jackie Wettington, whom he had spotted as ex-military the first time he saw her (it was partly the haircut, mostly her way of carrying herself), was better than this. It had been easy to deal with Henry Morrison's disgust. This was harder. And the other woman cop - the one married to Rusty Everett - was looking at him as if he were some rare species of stinging bug. He had hoped at least some of the department's regular officers -
'Eat up,' Thibodeau called from his place on the steps. 'We fixed it nice for you. Didn't we, girls?'
'We did,' Linda agreed.The corners of her mouth twitched down. It waS little more than a tic, but Barbie's heart lightened. He thought she was faking. Maybe that was hoping for too much, but -
She moved slightly, blocking Thibodeau s line of sight to Jackie with her body... although there was no real need. Thibodeau was otherwise occupied with trying to peek under the edge of his bandage.
Jackie glanced back to make sure she was clear, then pointed to the bowl, turned her hands up, and raised her eyebrows: Sorry. After that she pointed two fingers at Barbie. Pay attention.
He nodded.
'Enjoy it, f**kstick,'Jackie said.'We'll get you something better at noon. I'm thinking pissburger.'
From the stairs, where he was now picking at the edges of the bandage, Thibodeau gave a bark of laughter.
'If you've got any teeth left to eat it with,' Linda said.
Barbie wished she had kept silent. She didn't sound sadistic, or even angry. She only sounded scared, a woman who wished to be anywhere but here. Thibodeau, however, didn't seem to notice. He was still investigating the state of his shoulder.