Natchez Burning (64 page)

More disturbing, I still haven’t heard from Quentin Avery, Dad’s best hope for a first-rate legal defense. With Shad moving so aggressively on the legal front, and bail revocation possible at any moment, we should already be planning Dad’s defense. My father himself is no help in this regard, of course. And though I still have no proof of physical intimacy between them, instinct tells me that I cannot trust him where Viola is concerned. Before I can ponder the significance of this, Annie looks up from her work and snaps her fingers with a loud pop.

“I need a break,” she says from the sofa. “How about some Blue Bell?”

“I don’t need ice cream,” I tell her, rubbing my thickening middle. Once December arrives, I find myself running less and less.

“Caitlin doesn’t care about your tummy.”

If only that were true
… As I set aside my files on the Forks of the Road project, our home phone rings beside me. I pick up the cordless and check its LCD, which reads:
CONCORDIA PARI.

“Penn Cage,” I answer.

“Mayor, this is Walker Dennis. I’ve got bad news. Real bad. Henry Sexton was just attacked outside the
Beacon
offices. Stabbed, and beat half to death with a baseball bat. He’s in critical condition.”

I grit my teeth to stifle a cry. “Where is he now?”

“Mercy Hospital in Ferriday.”

Exquisitely sensitive to any mood change, Annie is staring at me like a baby antelope watching its mother for a signal to flee.

“‘Half to death’ is a pretty vague term, Walker.”

“He was stabbed in the belly. He’s got a couple of broken bones, a severe concussion, scalp lacerations, a bruised heart. His mouth is busted up, and his face is so swollen I can hardly recognize him. He looks like he was in a car crash.”

All I can think of is Henry standing in my office today, looking flustered by Caitlin’s offer to hire him at the
Examiner
. “Is he conscious?”

“In and out. They were gonna chopper him out, but Henry kept mumbling that he wanted to stay where he was, and now the doctor thinks they can probably handle it here. The bone doctor’s on his way to the hospital.”

“Who’s staffing the ER over there?”

“That new doctor, Waheed-something. Foreigner. Henry doesn’t have a doctor of his own. His mother doesn’t think he’s been to see one since your father treated him as a boy.”

Typical male
. “Walker, I’m going to ask Drew Elliott to drive over there. Tell the ER doctor that Drew is Henry’s doctor of record. Unless they have a board-certified ER doc, we want Drew in charge of Henry’s care.”

“I hear you, buddy. And thanks. I’ll take care of it.”

“Do you have any idea who attacked him?”

“Just a vague description. Three white males between twenty and thirty.”

“That young?”

“That’s what Lou Ann Whittington said. She’s the secretary over there. It was just luck that she walked outside to leave for the night. She carries a .38 in her bag. She told the bastards to stop hitting him, and when they didn’t, she started shooting. She hit one, and they took off. That lady saved Henry’s life, no question about it.”

“I thought Henry was going to call you for an escort at quitting time.”

“He was supposed to. The dispatcher was waiting for his call, and I had a man ready to go at a moment’s notice. Apparently Henry went out to his Explorer to get a computer drive, and they jumped him. He managed to Mace them, and that stalled things enough so that Lou Ann came out in time.”

“Did Henry recognize any of them?”

“He thinks he might have known one of them, but he couldn’t give me a name. Seems like they meant to kidnap him, but when he resisted they decided to kill him. I’ve got to wait to question him again. Poor guy’s out of his head.”

Annie reaches out and takes my hand. Her skin is cold. I squeeze tight.

“They stole a bunch of Henry’s files, too,” the sheriff adds. “Busted out his back window.”

“What files?”

“Mrs. Whittington thinks it was all his old Klan stuff. He was going to take it all over to his girlfriend’s house
.
Makes you wonder, doesn’t it? Anyhow … tell Dr. Elliott to hurry. I’ll let you know if they decide to medevac Henry down to Baton Rouge.”

“Okay,” I say dully. “Thanks.”

When I set down the phone, I realize Annie is scared to death.

“What happened, Daddy? Your face looks white.”

I sit beside her on the sofa and put my arm around her. “Somebody I work with just got hurt. Don’t be afraid. He’s all right. Everything’s going to be okay.”

“Who was it?”

“A reporter. You’ve never met him, but he’s a really good man.” Despite my reassurances, the realization that somebody tried to kill Henry tonight has shaken me to the core. I hug Annie, then stand so that she won’t feel my anxiety. “I’m going to have to make some calls, Boo. Maybe you should go in the kitchen and fix that ice cream.”

Annie stays put. “You said you didn’t want ice cream.”

“I said I didn’t
need
it. I’ll eat some when I’m done with my calls.”

“I’d rather stay here. I’ll just keep doing my homework.”

Sure you will
. “Okay. But don’t let this stuff upset you.”

As I dial my parents’ house, Annie nods and puts on a brave face, but she’s faking. Ever since my wife’s death, my daughter has been unable to witness me losing any degree of control without freaking out. In the first months after Sarah’s death, Annie literally couldn’t leave my side. She had to be touching me, even in sleep, or she would experience night terrors. The road from that place to where we are now has been a long one, and Caitlin—along with the move back to Natchez and proximity to my parents—did much to bring us down it. Sudden crises like this one sometimes trigger severe anxiety in Annie, but unless I’m going to wait for my mother to drive over here, my choices are to keep her with me or banish her into a separate room, where she’ll feel even more anxious.

“Hello?” says my mother. “Penn?”

“Mom, is everything okay there?”

“Yes, I think so. Your father’s sleeping. Today was just too much for him, I think.”

“Is the cop still outside?”

“Yes, I’ve seen him several times, walking around the house.”

“I’m going to have Chief Logan send a squad car over to stand guard.”

“Is that really necessary?”

“Yes. Henry Sexton was just stabbed and beaten.”

“Oh my God.”

“You and Dad stay inside. Don’t go out for any reason. I’ll call back in a while. I need to talk to Dad before tomorrow.”

“All right. But—”

She tries to go on, but I beg off and call Chief Logan, who’s just heard of the attack on Henry. He’s happy to send a squad car to my parents’ house, and says he’s sending one to mine as well. I thank him and hang up, then glance at Annie, who’s pretending to work. A protective instinct of almost frightening intensity swells within me as I watch her, but I force my fingers to text Caitlin at the newspaper.

Henry Sexton just assaulted outside the Beacon. In bad shape. In Mercy Hospital ER. Nothing u can do there for now. My home line will be busy. Perps stole some of Henry’s files. Come here if u need to talk. Sorry.

As soon as the “Message Sent” confirmation appears, I call Drew Elliott, a local internist and one of my father’s younger partners. I dial his cell phone to circumvent the answering machine that, along with his wife, screens his home calls.

“Hey, Penn. Been a while. Tom okay?”

“I think so. Do you have privileges at the Ferriday hospital?”

“I do, actually. Why?”

“A good friend of mine was just stabbed and beaten. He’s over there in the ER. I just told Sheriff Walker Dennis you were his doctor.”

“You what?”

“Dad treated him when he was a boy, but now he doesn’t have a doctor. But he needs help, and I’m asking you to see him, as a favor to me.”

“He’s in the Ferriday ER, you say?”

“Yeah. It’s Henry Sexton, the reporter.”

Drew takes a few seconds with this. “The guy who writes those stories about the KKK?”

“Yep.”

Drew grunts like a man getting to his feet. “Okay, I’m on my way. I’ll give you a call as soon as I’ve assessed him.”

“Thanks. Do whatever you think is necessary. I don’t know if he has insurance, but I’ll cover any costs he can’t pay.”

“I hear you. Let me get going.”

“Just a second, Drew. How did Dad seem to you at the clinic today?”

I hear Drew breathing as he walks. “Same as ever, I guess, considering. I didn’t see that much of him. I rarely do, unless I make a point to walk down to his end of the office for a consult. That murder mess isn’t really going to trial, is it?”

“I hope not, but it could. I’ll tell you about that another time.”

“Okay. I’ll let you know how Henry is.”

Before I have time to second-guess myself, I hang up and call Information for the number of the New Orleans field office of the FBI. Using the automatic connect option, I watch Annie as I await the first ring. She’s still watching me so intently that I wonder if she’s blinked even once.

“FBI,” says a female voice. “New Orleans Field Office.”

“I’m trying to reach Special Agent John Kaiser. The situation is urgent. My name is Penn Cage.”

“Agent Kaiser is not in the building, sir.”

“Can you get him a message? This could be life or death.”

“What was your name again?”

“Penn Cage. I’m the mayor of Natchez, Mississippi. Three men just tried to kill one of Agent Kaiser’s confidential informants. Please take my telephone number.”

After she does, I decide to make sure my message gets through. “Tell Agent Kaiser I’m the Mississippi lawyer who forced the resignation of Director John Portman in 1998.”

I’m pretty sure I hear a gulp at the other end of the line.

“Do you have that?”

“Yes, sir.”

As soon as I hang up, I rise and start pacing, trying to think of the most efficient moves I can make while I wait for Kaiser’s callback, which could take hours.

“Life or death?” Annie echoes. “Is your friend going to die?”

“I hope not, Boo. But he’s hurt pretty bad.”

“Is Dr. Drew going to take care of him?”

I smile and nod, tying to convey confidence. “Drew’s going over there now. If anyone around here can fix Mr. Henry up, he can.”

“What about Papa?”

I considered calling Dad to check on Henry, but it’s been years since he treated trauma cases in the ER. “Papa’s under too much strain to be dealing with a trauma case right now.”

“Do they have a CAT scan machine across the river?”

“Uh … I think so.”

“Do they have a neurologist?”

My eleven-year-old daughter is a huge fan of both
Grey’s Anatomy
and
House, M.D.
Initially, I tried to keep her from watching these shows, but after a while I gave up. Annie has an almost morbid interest in cancer, which killed her mother, and she’s told me repeatedly that her ambition is to become an oncologist and cure the disease.

“I don’t think so,” I admit. “But Drew knows how to read a scan. If Henry has bleeding in his brain, they’ll airlift him to Baton Rouge.”

“Why not Jackson?”

“The Louisiana doctors have connections in Baton Rouge and New Orleans, not Jackson.”

“That’s weird, since Natchez and Vidalia are only a mile apart.”

I walk over and lay my hand on her shoulder. “Boo, in a lot of ways, the Mississippi River is like a locked gate.”

The slam of the front door tells me Caitlin must have run right out the door of the
Examiner
when she got my text. The newspaper office is less than a mile from our houses as the crow flies, but she must have driven fifty or sixty miles an hour through the maze of one-way streets that is downtown Natchez to get here so fast.

“What do you know about Henry?” she asks, almost skidding into the room.

Annie jumps up and hugs Caitlin’s waist.

Before I can answer, the telephone rings. The LED says
UNKNOWN NUMBER.
I hold up my hand to Caitlin and answer.

“Penn Cage.”

“Mayor, this is Special Agent John Kaiser. What’s happened? Is it Henry Sexton?”

“How did you know?”

“Just a feeling. Is he alive?”

“Right now he is.”

“Thank God.”

AS CONCISELY AS POSSIBLE,
I summarize what I know about the attack on Henry for Special Agent Kaiser, while Caitlin memorizes every word. Halfway through my account, I notice Caitlin staring at the preliminary autopsy report for Viola Turner, which lies on the back of the sofa. I was stupid to leave it out.

“What’s Henry’s present condition?” Kaiser asks with military succinctness.

“He’s in and out of consciousness. I’ve sent the best doctor I could get to check him out. I called you because I know you’ve been in contact with Henry about the Jericho Hole bones, and tonight’s assault was probably related to the cases he’s been working.”

“Henry told me you put some security on him last night,” Kaiser says.

“Just an ex-cop. The Concordia Parish Sheriff’s Office was watching him today. They were supposed to provide an escort when he finished work, but the wires got crossed. I should have hired somebody to stay with him every second. I guess I didn’t think they’d go for him at the newspaper.”

“I assume the sheriff’s covering Henry at the hospital now?”

“Yes, Sheriff Walker Dennis. He’s hoping to question Henry some more.”

“Do you know Sheriff Dennis personally?”

“Sort of. I played Little League ball with him as a kid.”

“Do you think he could have set Henry up?”

A chill runs along my arms. “My first instinct says no. But I honestly don’t know him well.”

“Well, it’s something to consider. By the way, I’m expediting the DNA analysis on the Jericho Hole bones, and we’ve sent the bullet up to the crime lab in Washington. That was good work going into that lake. Sometimes the shortest route between two points doesn’t involve a search warrant.”