Mistress of Justice

huge rocking jolt, the scenery and the distant gray horizon disappeared. A wave of black oily water crashed into the windshield and started coming into the car from a dozen places at once.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
     
    At eleven that night, in Miami, the phone in Donald Burdick’s hotel room rang.
    The partner had been waiting for Ed Gliddick all evening and had fallen asleep, fully dressed, on the couch in his room.
    “Yes, hello?” he asked groggily.
    “Mr. Burdick?” a woman’s voice asked.
    “That’s right. Who’s this?”
    “My name’s Jean. I’m calling for Mr. Gliddick.”
    Jean? Burdick wondered. Who was this? Ed Gliddick had had the same secretary, Helen, for twenty years and never traveled anywhere without her.
    “Yes, Jean, well, I’ve been waiting to see Ed all night. Is he all right?”
    “Mr. Gliddick asked me to call you and apologize. He won’t be able to see you, I’m afraid.”
    Burdick was angry and disappointed but he said, “Well, it’s late anyway. We can meet for breakfast. I’ll—”
    “Actually, sir, I’m afraid he won’t be able to see you at allthis trip. He’s got meetings nonstop for the next two days and then he’s got to get home to Battle Creek.”
    Burdick closed his eyes and sighed. So, ambushed by Clayton yet again.
    “I see. By any chance was there another attorney from Hubbard, White & Willis in town tonight?”
    “I wouldn’t know, sir.”
    “Okay,” Burdick said wearily, realizing it would be pointless to call Steve Nordstrom—the coward wouldn’t even pick up the phone. “If you could deliver a message to Ed for me.”
    “I’d be happy to.”
    “ ‘And you too, Brutus?’ Do you have that?”
    “Uhm, I do, sir. Will he know what it means?”
    “I’m sure he will.” Burdick dropped the phone in the cradle then picked it up once more to call his wife.

     
    In front of them the huge reservoir extended in faintly lapping waves to the trees on the opposite shore. The moon reflected off the water, broken into a thousand crescents on the textured surface. It would’ve been quite romantic if they hadn’t been wet and freezing.
    Taylor Lockwood and Reece sat in the front seat of the rental Lincoln, legs crossed to keep their feet out of the six inches of water that filled the bottom of the car’s interior.
    After the skid to the bottom of the hill, with its dramatic conclusion—a braking splash like a Disneyland ride—the Lincoln had settled into about eighteen inches of water and stopped sinking.
    The reservoir was huge but here, apparently, very shallow.
    They’d laughed—edgy and a bit hysterical—but then the humor wore off quickly when they realized that while they could open the door, they’d have a thirty- or forty-foot trek through freezing water up to a deserted road, where they’d have to wait for help with no way to keep warm.
    Reece called the police on his cell phone and then they curled their legs up and huddled in their coats.
    The dispatcher had assured them that a squad car and rescue truck would be there in ten minutes. But that had been some time ago and, since Reece had been unable to tell them exactly where they’d run off the road, he guessed their rescue might not be imminent even now.
    “Who was it?” Taylor asked.
    “The thief, I assume. I didn’t get a good look at him. Middle-aged guy, white, hat, collar turned up. I didn’t even see what kind of car it was. Just a white streak.”
    “An accident?”
    “No way,” Reece answered. “He was steering for us.”
    “Who was at the party—who’d know we were there?”
    Reece shrugged. “Thom Sebastian, Dudley. And most of Clayton’s little goose-stepping clones, except Randy Simms.” Then he fell silent for a moment, finally saying, “I’m thinking it’s time to tell the police what happened. Tell them everything.”
    “No.” She shook her head.
    “I didn’t think this was going to happen, Taylor. I never thought it could turn violent.”
    She said, “It wouldn’t make sense to kill us. That’d bring the police in for sure, and he doesn’t want that any more than we do. He didn’t know we’d go off the road. He was just scaring us.”
    Reece considered.
    Taylor scooted closer to him. “We’re almost there. I can feel it. The trial’s day after tomorrow. Let’s just hold out until then.” She took his head in both her hands. “Just until then?”
    “I don’t know.”
    But he was weakening. She repeated, “Just until then,”