CHAPTER THIRTY
THEY WRAPPED WILLIE BREW’S body in a white sheet and placed it in the bed of a truck that was parked at the back of the house. Angel drove, the Detective beside him, while Louis kept vigil beside Willie. They followed the road to where the Fulcis and Jackie Garner were waiting. They saw the body in the back of the truck, the sheet stained with blood, but they said nothing.
“Nobody came,” said Jackie. “We waited, but nobody came.”
Then vehicles appeared in the distance: three black vans and a pair of black Explorers, approaching fast. The Fulcis grew tense and hefted their guns in anticipation.
“No,” said Louis simply.
The convoy came to a halt a short distance from where they stood. The passenger door of the lead Explorer opened, and a man in a long black overcoat stepped forward, placing a gray homburg hat on his head to protect him from the rain. Louis climbed down from the bed of the truck and walked to meet him.
“Looks like you’ve had quite the morning,” said Milton.
Louis regarded him without expression. The distance between the two men was only a couple of feet, but a chasm yawned there.
“Why are you here?” said Louis.
“There’ll be questions asked. You don’t just declare war on someone like Arthur Leehagen and expect no one to notice. Is he dead?”
“He’s dead. So is his son, and Nicholas Hoyle’s daughter.”
“I would have expected no less of you,” said Milton.
“Bliss, too.”
Milton blinked once, but said nothing in response.
“You didn’t answer my question,” said Louis. “Why are you here?”
“A guilty conscience, perhaps.”
“You don’t have one.”
Milton inclined his head gently in acknowledgment of the truth of Louis’s statement. “Then call it what you will: professional courtesy, a tying up of loose ends. It doesn’t matter.”
“Did you order the killing of Jon Leehagen?” said Louis.
“Yes.”
“Did Ballantine work for you?”
“On that occasion, yes. He was just one more layer of deniability, a buffer between us and you.”
“Did Gabriel know?”
“I am sure that he suspected, but it wouldn’t have done for him to have asked. It would have been unwise.”
Milton looked over Louis’s shoulder, in the direction of Leehagen’s house, and his eyes were far away for a moment.
“I have bad news for you,” he said. “Gabriel died during the night. I’m sorry.”
The two men stared at each other. Neither broke.
“So, what now?” asked Louis.
“You walk away.”
“What’s the cover story?”
“Gang warfare. Leehagen crossed the wrong people. He was engaged in illegal activity: drugs, people trafficking. We can say the Russians did it. We hear you know all about them. I’m sure that you’ll agree it’s entirely plausible.”
“What about the survivors?”
“They’ll keep quiet. We’re good at making people hold their tongues.”
Milton turned and waved to the clean-up teams. Two of the vans headed for Leehagen’s house.
“I have one more question,” said Louis.
“I think I’ve answered enough questions for now. In fact, I’ve answered all of the questions I’m going to answer from you.”
He began to walk back to the Explorer. Louis ignored what Milton had said.
“Did you want Arthur Leehagen dead?” asked Louis.
Milton paused. He was smiling when he looked back.
“If you hadn’t done it, we’d have been forced to take care of him ourselves. People trafficking is a risky business. There are terrorists out there willing to exploit every loophole. The Leehagens weren’t as particular as they should have been about who they dealt with. They made mistakes, and we had to clean up after them. Now we’re going to clean up after you instead. That’s why you’re walking away, you and your friends. It looks like you did one last job for us after all.”
He turned and signaled to the remaining black van. The side doors opened, and two men stepped out: the Harrys.
“The local cops picked them up,” said Milton, “probably on Leehagen’s orders. Best thing that could have happened to them, under the circumstances. Take them home, Louis, the dead and the living. We’re finished here.”
With that, Milton climbed in the Explorer and followed the clean-up crew to the Leehagen house. Louis stood in the pouring rain. He raised his face to the sky and closed his eyes, as though the water could wash him clean of all that he had done.