Greg Iles 3-Book Thriller Collection: The Quiet Game, Turning Angel, The Devil’s Punchbowl. Greg Iles

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      I zip up and turn back to him. “You’ve known for thirty years that Leo Marston was guilty of a felony and you’ve done nothing about it?”

      “Who says I knew for thirty years? I wasn’t on the job thirty years ago. What I’m gonna do anyway, man? A nigger cop on the bottle gonna go up against the judge? That’s why you here, man. Takes somebody like you to do it.”

      “Like me?”

      “You’re white, famous, and you make your money someplace else. They can’t hurt you much here.”

      “Who’s they?”

      “That’s what you got to find out.”

      “Christ. Just tell me what you know. I’ll take it and run with it.”

      Ike gives me a knowing smile. “You want Marston’s ass bad, don’t you?”

      “Tell me, goddamn it!”

      “That don’t play, college boy. You gotta work your way to it. Then you’ll understand.”

      “Why tell me this, Ike?”

      “Why me, Ike?” he mocks in a woman’s voice. “Don’t play that shit with me! Everybody knows the judge went after your old man. Damn near got him too.”

      This stings me to the quick. “That’s bullshit. My father was unanimously exonerated by a jury.”

      “I ain’t talking ’bout that. I’m talking about damage. Doc Cage had a heart attack while he was waiting for that trial, didn’t he?”

      I nod slowly.

      “Hey, I love your daddy, man. He took care of me when I was a kid. Took care of my mama till she died. That’s why I’m telling you this. It’s what the hippies used to call karma. What goes around comes around. That’s what brought you back here. You the chicken coming home to roost. Right on Marston’s ass.”

      “So give me what I need to nail him.”

      Ike shakes his head. “Gimme, gimme, gimme. I told you, it don’t play that way. I can point you in the right direction. But that’s it.”

      “I don’t like playing games.”

      Ransom snickers. “That’s what they do here, college boy. You ain’t been gone so long you forgot that yet. Right now they playing their favorite game of all.”

      “What’s that?”

      “The quiet game.”

      “The quiet game?” Memories of Sarah flood into my brain, of her trying to trick Annie into being silent long enough for us to eat dinner in peace, by seeing who could go the longest without talking. “Who’s playing the quiet game, Ike?”

      “Everybody, man. White and black both. Everybody keeping quiet, making like things is sweet and easy, trying to fish that new plant in here. Nobody wants nobody digging into Del’s killing. Nobody ’cept you. You got a reason.”

      “What about you? What’s your reason?”

      His grin vanishes as though it never existed. Hatred comes off him like steam. He extends his forefinger and taps his powerful chest with it. “That’s between me and me. Del’s killers is playing the quiet game too. They been playing it thirty years. Not even sweatin’. You got to make people nervous to win the quiet game. And I got a feeling you pretty good at that.”

      Something is coiling within my chest, something I have not felt for years. It’s the hunter’s tension, wrapped like the armature of an electric motor, tight and copper-cored, charged with current and aching for resolution, for the frantic discharge of retribution.

      “A lot of people think poking into this case would be damned dangerous,” I tell him.

      Ike the Spike closes the distance between us and squeezes my right shoulder, his grip like the claw of a wild animal, like he could close his hand a little tighter and snap the bone.

      “That’s where I come in. Boy, you lookin’ at dangerous. Ask anybody.”

      We do not speak as Ransom drives back towards my parents’ house. I watch the dark streets drift by, lost in memory. I think mostly of the malpractice trial, of Marston’s savage cross-examination of my father just five weeks after his triple coronary bypass surgery. It required a supreme concentration of will on my part not to jump up in the courtroom and attack the man. In all my years as a prosecutor, I never stooped to the tactics Marston used that day.

      “You got any FBI contacts?” Ike asks.

      “A few. Why?”

      “You might not want to use them on this.”

      “Why not?”

      “Free advice. Take it or leave it.”

      “You know Ray Presley worked the Payton case, don’t you?”

      Ike glances away from the road long enough to give me a warning look. “Presley was dirty from the day he was born. That motherfucker crazy as a wall-eyed bull and mean as a snake. You don’t talk to him unless I’m somewhere close.”

      This does not bode well for my meeting tomorrow morning.

      The radio chatters over a low background of static. There’s a domestic-violence call in the southern part of the county, followed by a disturbance at the gangplank of the riverboat casino. As we roll into my parents’ neighborhood, I glance over at Ransom. The man is too old to be doing the job he has.

      “Can I ask you a question, Ike?”

      He takes a Kool Menthol from his shirt pocket, lights up, and blows a stream of smoke at the windshield.

      “How’d you wind up a cop?”

      “That’s what college boys ask whores. How’d a girl like you end up here?”

      “I remember the stories about you playing ball. Ike the Spike. You were a hero around here.”

      He sniffs and takes another drag. “Like the man said, that was my fifteen minutes.”

      “You must have played college ball.”

      “Oh, yeah, I was the BNOC.”

      “What’s that?”

      “The Big Nigger On Campus.” His voice is laced with bitterness. “I got a full scholarship to Ohio State, but I went to Jackson State instead. First quarter of the first game, a guy took out my shoulder. Back then doctors couldn’t do shit for that.”

      “You lost your scholarship?”

      “They gave me my walking papers before I even caught my breath. I was good enough for the army, though. I’d been drafted in early sixty-six, but I had a college deferment. When I lost my scholarship, I couldn’t afford to stay in school. Next thing I knew, I was landing at Tan СКАЧАТЬ