The Devil's Bounty by Sean Black Read Free Book Online

butchered people in cold blood. ‘You think I shouldn’t go?’ he asked.
    She did her best to look puzzled. ‘I’m certainly not trying to dissuade you, but at the same time I hope there’s no more senseless loss of life.’
    ‘Before he left, did your son give any indication that he was going to flee, Mrs Mendez?’
    Miriam Mendez sighed. ‘If he did, I’d hardly make it public. But, no, Mr Lock, he didn’t. I think he just panicked.’
    Yeah, right, thought Lock. ‘Is there anything else, Mrs Mendez?’
    Her hand fell into her pocket and she pulled out a cream envelope. ‘I was hoping that if you find Charlie you might give him this for me. My time is limited and I’m not sure I’ll have the chance to see him before …’
    Lock stood up, walked over to her and took the envelope. It was thick, maybe three or four sheets of heavy old-fashioned writing paper inside. On the front, in neat, cursive handwriting, was her son’s name. ‘I’ll make sure to pass it on,’ he said.
    She clasped his hand. Her grip was surprisingly strong. ‘I know you will, Mr Lock. And, because I’m counting the days rather than the months, can you let me know as soon as you have? I mean, the very moment. It would give me such peace to know he had it before I depart this earth. Will you promise me?’
    ‘I promise you’ll be the first to know,’ said Lock.
    Before he had made the trip to the Mendez estate to see the family matriarch, he had done a little more research. Miriam Mendez did have cancer, and any kind of cancer was a terrible thing, but the type she had wasn’t usually fatal. In fact, she was in remission. She had lost her hair but she was almost certainly going to be fine. There was only one reason she could have for asking Lock to make sure he contacted her first and that was to stop him delivering her son to the authorities.
    ‘Thank you, Mr Lock. You’re a good man,’ she said, with a wan smile
    ‘I’ll see myself out, Mrs Mendez.’
    As he left the room, he stopped in the doorway and turned. She was still in the same pose.
    ‘Yes, Mr Lock?’
    ‘I was just thinking, Mrs Mendez. If by some chance you hear from your son before I do, could you give him a message from me?’
    Her eyes widened, and he detected anger simmering just beneath the surface.
    ‘Tell him that no amount of money or muscle is going to stop me putting him behind bars with all the other animals.’
    A hardness settled in her eyes but her smile didn’t fade. ‘Just be careful, Mr Lock. No one wants to see anyone else suffer.’
    Outside, the all-American pool boy had been replaced by a thick-set Hispanic man, whose girth suggested he might have eaten the job’s previous incumbent. Presence of the abnormal , thought Lock. The man watched his every move as he got back into his car.
    Lock tossed the letter on to the passenger seat. He started the engine, and headed down the driveway. The gates opened as he approached and he left the Mendez estate. About a half-mile down the road he pulled over. He stared at the letter, debating the morality of opening it. He picked it up, ripped open the envelope and pulled out three thick sheets of cream writing-paper.
    They were blank.

Thirteen
    BACK AT THE hotel, Lock drove past the valet stand to a far corner of the hotel parking lot. He pulled in between two oversized SUVs. The nose of the Audi was facing a brick wall so the only view of the car for anyone watching him was from behind. He was pretty sure he hadn’t been followed from the Mendez estate but he wanted to ensure that he wasn’t observed in what he was about to do.
    He got out of the car, and walked slowly around it. On the second circuit, he checked the inside of the wheel arches using his fingertips. Next he clambered under the car to inspect it. Satisfied, he wriggled out, then opened both doors, searched the interior, and ran his fingertips over every inch of the trunk.
    He found what he was looking for hidden at the very back, a