Darwin's Children

Chapter 8

"Show me your ID," Kaye demanded.

"Look at the d.a.m.ned van. They aren"t cheap, you know," said the thin man in the black jumpsuit, his voice haughty. "You the mother?"

The troopers stood back. The big one scowled at the thin man.

"You are here to pay bounty," Kaye said, her voice scratchy. "I have no idea how many kids are here, but I know this is not legal. Not in this state."

The big trooper stood his ground with arms folded. "That true?" he asked the woman in the plastic suit.



"We have jurisdiction. This is federal," the tall man repeated. "Sherry," he called out to his partner, "get the office."

"Maryland plates," the younger trooper observed.

Kaye studied the big trooper"s face. He was red-cheeked and his nose was a swollen network of broken veins, probably from rosacea, but it could also have been drink.

"Why are you outside of your county?" the big trooper asked the pair from the van.

"It"s federal; it"s official," the stout little woman said defiantly. "You can"t stop us."

"Take off that d.a.m.ned mask. I can"t understand you," the big trooper said.

"It"s policy to leave the mask on, officer," the woman announced formally. Her outfit rustled and squeaked as she walked. There was an air of disarray about the team that did not inspire confidence. The big trooper"s uniform was pressed and fit tightly over a strong frame going to fat. He looked sad and tired, but strong on self-discipline. Kaye thought he looked like an old football player. He was not impressed. He turned his attention back to Kaye. "Who called the state police, ma"am?"

"My husband. Someone s.n.a.t.c.hed our daughter. She"s in that house."

"Are we talkin" about virus children?" the trooper asked softly.

Kaye studied his expression, his dark eyes, the lines around his jowls. "Yes," she said.

"How long you been living here?" the big trooper asked.

"In Spotsylvania County, almost four years," Kaye said.

"Hiding out?"

"Living quietly."

"Yeah," the trooper said with somber resignation. "I hear that." He swung around to the Emergency Action team. "You got paperwork?" He waved his hand at his partner. "Check out the house."

"My husband is armed," Kaye said, and pointed toward the house. "They kidnapped our child. Please, he won"t shoot at you. Let him surrender his gun."

The big trooper unclipped his pistol with a swift motion of both hands. He squinted at the big pillared house, then saw Mitch and the old woman walking up the side yard.

His partner, younger by at least ten years, stooped and immediately drew his own pistol. "I hate this s.h.i.t," he said.

"Let us do our work," the stout woman demanded. The mask slipped and she looked even more ridiculous.

"I haven"t seen any paperwork, and you are out of your jurisdiction," the big trooper growled, keeping his eyes on the house. "I need to see EMAC doc.u.ments authorizing this extraction."

Neither responded at once. "We"re filling in for the Spotsylvania County team. They"re on another a.s.signment," the thin man admitted, some of his bravado gone.

"I know the ones," the big trooper said. He looked sadly at Kaye. "They took my son four years ago. My wife and I haven"t seen our boy once, not once, since then. He is in Indiana now, outside Terre Haute."

"You"re brave to still be together," Kaye said, as if a spark had pa.s.sed and they understood each other and their troubles.

The big trooper dropped his chin but still watched everyone with beady, alert eyes. "Don"t you know it," he said. He waved his hand at his partner. "William, retrieve the father"s little pistol and let"s check the house. Let"s see what you all have got going here."

Mitch slung his gun by its trigger guard on his pointing finger and held it high up in the air. He regretted carrying it at all now; he felt foolish, like an actor in a cop show. Still, the thought that Stella was inside the house or the long building or somewhere else on the property made him feel volatile and dangerous. Anything might provoke him, and that was frightening. The intensity of his devotion was like a blowtorch in his head, brilliant and blinding.

It had always been that way. There would never be any escape.

The younger trooper slogged across the wet gra.s.s in his boots.

The plump man in shorts finally decided to speak. "How can I help, officer?" he asked.

The younger trooper took Mitch"s gun and backed away. "Are you holding children on these premises?" he asked the man in shorts.

"We are," the man said. "Strays and runaways. We protect them until the truck comes and takes them to where they can be taken care of. Where they belong."

Mitch looked at the trooper from beneath lowered, bushy brows. He had always possessed what amounted to a single eyebrow over his eyes and with age, the woolly caterpillar of hair had thickened and gone wild. At the best of times, he looked formidable, even a little crazy. "Our daughter is not a runaway," he said. "She was kidnapped."

The big trooper approached with Kaye and the two collectors close behind. "Where are the children?" he asked.

"Round back," said the man in shorts. "Sir, my name is Fred Trinket. I"m a longtime resident, and my mother has lived here all her life."

"To h.e.l.l with that," the big trooper said. "Show us the kids, now."

Something whickered over their heads like a big insect. They all looked up.

"d.a.m.n," the younger trooper said, flinching and dropping his shoulders. "Sounds like federal surveillance."

The big trooper drew himself up and circled his eyes warily around the dark skies. "I do not see a thing," he said. "Let"s go."

22.

LEESBURG.

The arrival of the troopers did not please Rachel Browning.

"I think we should alert the Frederick County office," she said. She blew her nose again. "And let"s get the state"s attorney general in on this. She"ll want to know what her people are up to."

"There won"t be time," Augustine said. "It"s Virginia, Rachel. They don"t like the feds telling them what to do. And the situation is highly irregular, even for an official kidnapping."

Browning tilted her head to one side, jerking her gaze between Augustine and the displays. "I didn"t hear what the big guy said." The Little Bird had backed off about fifty feet and was hovering. Its little fuel cell would be depleted soon, and it would have to return or be retrieved by the command vehicle.

"The trooper said his son was taken," Augustine told her. "He is not likely to be sympathetic."

"s.h.i.t," Browning said. "You"re happy about this, aren"t you?"

Augustine did not smile, but his lips twitched.

"I will not take responsibility," Browning insisted.

"Your own machines are recording everything," Augustine said, pointing at the console. "Better whisk Little Bird out of there, and quickly, if you want to escape a district court spanking."

"You"re as culpable as I am," Browning said.

"I"ve never authorized bounty," Augustine reminded her. "That"s your division."

The phone on the desk wheedled.

"Whoops," Augustine said. "Someone"s been tuning in."

Browning answered. She covered the mouthpiece and looked up desperately at Augustine. "It"s the surgeon general," she said, eyes wide.

Augustine expressed his sympathy with a lift of his brows and a sigh. Then he turned and walked toward the door. The rubber tip of his cane made squeaking noises on the hard floor.

23.

SPOTSYLVANIA COUNTY.

Fred Trinket gently pushed his mother aside as he led the group around the right side of the house. Mitch hated this place, the plump man in khaki shorts, the collectors. His head was like a balloon filled with gasoline waiting to be torched off.

Kaye felt his anger like heat from a stove. She gripped his arm. If Stella was harmed, in any way, then . . . If their daughter was harmed, then . . .

She could not finish that sequence of thoughts.

"We"ve fed the runaways a chicken lunch, very nutritious," Trinket explained. His face was like blotchy marble and he was sweating like a stuck pig. He was beginning to realize the big trooper did not like the way Trinket made money.

Mitch made a jerk in Trinket"s direction. Kaye drew him back and squeezed his arm until he winced. He did not object, just looked at the gray, square board face of the long building behind the house, the asphalt shingled roof, the steel door with its tiny window and concrete stoop.

"We keep good, clean facilities," Trinket said. He had moved ahead of Mitch and Kaye and flanked the big trooper. The younger trooper and the collectors took up the rear. "We"ve had a number of runaways through here," Trinket continued, louder now with the distance to the door decreasing, his secret soon to be revealed. "We"re a conscientious clearing house. We take good care of them."

"Shut up," Kaye demanded.

"Keep your temper, ma"am, please," the big trooper requested, but his own voice was shaky.

Stella heard the lock in the big steel door and rushed from Elvira"s side down the hall to the inner cage gate. She stood there as the lights came on in the first little room, with the boxes, and saw a big man in a leather jacket and a khaki uniform and behind him, Fred Trinket.

Stella smelled Kaye and Mitch almost immediately.

"Mommy," she said, as if she were three years old again.

"Open that door," the big trooper ordered Trinket. There were tears on the trooper"s cheeks. Stella had not seen many police officers in her life, and she had certainly never seen one cry.

Trinket mumbled and drew the bra.s.s key on its string.

"Mommy, she"s dead!" Stella cried. "She just died, just right now/ We couldn"t do anything!" Her voice split and she spoke in two high-pitched, singing, weirdly beautiful streams, as if two young girls stood by the mesh gate, one inside the other. Kaye could not understand, but her heart almost exploded with joy and grief.

"Open it now!" Kaye shouted, pushing through. Her fingernails raked Fred Trinket"s cheek. He recoiled, dropped the key and squealed in protest.

Kaye tried to reach Stella through the mesh. The distance between the two doors separated them.

"Lord almighty," the younger trooper said. Mitch scooped up Trinket"s key and tossed it to Kaye, then grabbed the man and held him. The big trooper stood back. Kaye opened the mesh gate and then the inner gate and grabbed Stella.

"Get the others," Stella said.

"How many?" the big trooper asked Trinket.

"Five," Trinket said.

"Sir, it"s our duty to a.s.semble and transport all virus children," the stocky collector a.s.serted, shouldering into the first room. Her tall, thin colleague remained outside, staring at the ground, the steps, anything but what was happening within the long building.

Kaye, Mitch, and the big trooper walked down the hall. Stella followed her mother closely. Mitch gave his daughter a squeeze around the shoulders and she hugged him close. "I"m sorry," she whispered.

Mabel and Kevin sat on the couch. Will stood by Elvira. The television blared an old episode of I Love Lucy. I Love Lucy. Kaye bent beside the p.r.o.ne girl and examined her, face wrinkling in pity. She saw the b.l.o.o.d.y crust under the girl"s nose, turned her head gently, found more crust behind her ears, felt the lumps under her jaw and in her armpits. Kaye bent beside the p.r.o.ne girl and examined her, face wrinkling in pity. She saw the b.l.o.o.d.y crust under the girl"s nose, turned her head gently, found more crust behind her ears, felt the lumps under her jaw and in her armpits.

"How long?" Kaye asked Stella.

"Five, six minutes," Stella said. "She just coughed real bad and lay still."

Kaye looked over her shoulder at Mitch and the big trooper. Trinket winced but wisely kept quiet.

"Let me see," the stocky collector said. She knelt briefly beside the girl. Then she pushed to her feet with a whuff of air and a sharp look at the others and stumbled hastily back down the hall.

"Is she sick?" Trinket asked. "Can you help her?"

"What the h.e.l.l do you care?" the big trooper asked.

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