Billy wasn’t breathing. Forrest had just threatened his father with death. To Billy’s surprise, Snake didn’t jump up screaming, but instead merely mumbled a reply. Billy couldn’t make it out, but apparently this response satisfied Forrest, because he turned and walked over to his chair to get his coat.
Billy got up to go for the “walk” Forrest had proposed, but Snake suddenly stood, grabbed his rifle case off the coffee table, and said, “Don’t get up, Billy. I wouldn’t want you youngsters to get a chill. Sonny and I will check the food plots. I might see a buck on the way down. At least that way I won’t have brought my gun for nothing.”
As the obviously shaken Sonny followed Snake to the door, Forrest called after them, “I will give you this, Uncle. If I can’t get this deal done, and quick, there will be some killing to do. Mayor Cage, the Masters girl . . . even Kaiser. So keep your gun warmed up, because you never know.”
Snake stopped and looked back at his nephew. “Agent Kaiser? You serious?”
Forrest nodded. “I’m digging into Kaiser right now. I’ve got a funny feeling about him. It may be that even if I do a deal to spare the Cages, Kaiser will need to have an accident. But until I know, you play it my way. Agreed?”
The wild light Billy knew so well flickered in his father’s eyes.
“Deal,” Snake said. Then he went out. Sonny pulled the door shut behind then, and then Billy was alone with Forrest.
Billy had no idea what was coming, but he knew it was serious when Forrest motioned for Ozan to leave the room and refilled Billy’s whiskey glass himself. Forrest poured himself a straight vodka, then turned the big wooden chair around and sat with his legs crossed, his eyes on Billy’s.
“How you doing, William?” he asked.
“Ah, I’m good,” Billy almost stammered.
“Do you think I was too rough on your old man?”
Fuck yeah, Billy thought. But in his calmest voice he said, “Nah, I get it. It ain’t easy keeping him calm, and we damn sure got enough heat on us already.”
“That’s right. And for that reason, I need to make sure you and I are on the same page.”
Billy’s eyes strayed to the windows that faced the deck. He worried about his father and Sonny trying to eavesdrop.
“Alphonse will make sure nobody hears us,” Forrest said. “Here’s the deal, Billy. I told them the truth. I’m moving up to the next level, where the kind of money and power your father never dreamed about is everywhere. There’s room at that table for you, brother, right next to me. You’ve done a good job of straddling the line between the legitimate and criminal worlds. And you’re good with money, especially cleaning it.”
Billy swelled with pride. His cousin never gave compliments.
“At the same time, thanks to the actions of . . . the past generation, we’re in more danger than we’ve ever faced. I told the truth about the drug business, too. It only ends one of two places, prison or the cemetery.”
Billy took a gulp of bourbon. He’d served time in Raiford Penitentiary in Florida, and the term “prison rape” was not academic to him. He hadn’t watched a prison movie since.
“In some ways,” Forrest went on, “we’re our father’s sons, you and me. We got some good qualities from them. But they had some bad ones, too. Your father’s is his temper. Agreed?”
Billy nodded soberly.
“We can’t let that temper put us at risk, William.”
Billy shook his head. What else could he do?
Forrest leaned toward him, and Billy felt as though the temperature in the room had risen five degrees. “I’m going to do all I can to keep us all out of prison,” Forrest said. “But it’s not a perfect world. The day may come when we have to make a choice, you and me. Between our father’s generation and ours. You understand?”
Billy felt the blood drain from his face. This was the point of the whole conversation. “I do, yeah.”
Forrest let the silence stretch until Billy felt he could hear himself sweating. Then he said, “I need to know that if that day comes, you’ll be ready to cut loose anybody who’s a liability. And that includes your father.”
Billy could no longer speak. It was all he could do not to start shivering on the spot.
“I know that’s a tough thing to contemplate,” Forrest said. “But we may face that choice a lot sooner than we’d like.”
Billy tried to think of something appropriate to say, but his mind had gone blank with fear. Forrest seemed to understand this, and he said, “One more thing. If things should go tits up, we might have to pull the ripcord on our escape chute. We need to make sure our Andorra option is ready to go. Do you feel everything’s good on that front?”
“Absolutely,” Billy said, thankful for the reprieve.
“Good. Well, what about that choice I was talking about?”
Billy got up and walked a few steps away from Forrest. He hated the eyes of all the dead animals staring down at him; he always had. He wasn’t a born killer like his father or Forrest. In fact, if it wasn’t for the TV show, he’d probably have quit hunting game a long time ago.
“When you say cut them loose,” Billy said, “do you mean let them go to jail? Or . . .” His voice died in his throat.
“You know the answer to that. In spite of all their talk about blood oaths, those old men aren’t going to sit in Angola while nigger gangs torment them. One of them will talk. Glenn Morehouse proved that.”
In Forrest’s dark eyes Billy saw not a shred of doubt or mercy. He might as well have been looking into the eyes of his uncle Frank, who despite being long dead, still dominated the family like an unquiet ghost.
“Do we understand each other?” Forrest asked.
“Yeah,” Billy said, knowing further hesitation could be fatal. “I’m not going back to prison. I can’t.”
“I’m glad to hear that, brother.”
Billy felt some of the nauseating tension drain away. “Since I’m not turning myself in, can I go back to Texas now?”
Forrest got to his feet. “Sorry, no. I need you to ride herd on the old men until tomorrow. You speak for me, William. I’ll make that clear. Everything depends on them going to Walker Dennis’s office in the morning.”