Storm Prey

wasn’t the Macks, was it? The ones who gave you our name?”
    “I really can’t say, Mrs. Howard,” Lucas said.
    “Then I can’t tell you what I was going to tell you,” she said.
    They all looked at each other, and Shrake started with, “Listen, there’ve been a bunch of murders, and you could get yourselves in serious shit—”
    Lucas held up a hand, shutting him off. He said to Donna Howard, “The people who gave us your name said that if we let their name out, you’d tell the rest of the Seed members and that would be the end of them.”
    “Oh, bullshit,” Ron Howard said. “We’re not gonna get somebody killed because of this. Then we would be in trouble. All I want to do is keep the business going, and that’s hard enough.”
    “Do not pass along what I’m going to tell you,” Lucas said. “Or we’ll be back in your faces.”
    “Who was it?” Donna asked.
    “We spent some time interviewing the Macks, who ... described who was talking to whom last weekend.”
    “I knew it,” Donna said to her husband. To Lucas: “It’s the Macks who were closest to those two. The Macks. The word is, you steal something good around the Cities, the Macks will get rid of it for you. They’re the whole ... heart . . . of everything that goes on there. If somebody at Cherries was in it with Shooter and Mikey, it was the Macks.”
    Ron Howard bobbed his head. “That’s like it is,” he said. “Shooter and Mikey practically lived at Cherries. And if somebody was stupid enough to kick a guy to death by accident, it probably was Mikey.”
    “And if you were looking for somebody who might dream up a deal like robbing a hospital, it’d be Lyle Mack,” Donna Howard said. “He’s always thought he was a big operator.”
    “How about Joe Mack?” Shrake asked.
    “Joe ... is a little simple. He pretty much does what he’s told. But he’s not a mean guy. He wouldn’t kick anybody to death,” she said.

    Now IT WAS LATE and bitterly cold and getting colder, but because Anthony Melicek lived only ten minutes from Lucas’s house, across the river in Minneapolis, they decided to drop in, see what was what. See if another finger pointed at the Macks.
    Melicek lived in an apartment in an old house not far from the Metrodome; the navigation system in the Lexus was pretty good, but the addresses were so cut up that Lucas took them down the street at ten miles an hour, looking for street numbers. They were getting close when Shrake said, suddenly, “Hey. Whoa. Stop. Back up.”
    “What?” Lucas looked over at him. Shrake was looking out the passenger-side window, back behind the truck.
    “This guy we just passed. I want to look at him. He’s right over there. Back up.”
    Lucas backed up a hundred feet, and Shrake popped the door and hurried across the street. There was little light, but Lucas saw him talking to a black man in what looked like jeans and a tight black jacket. There was a staggering tussle for a moment, and Lucas popped his door, ready to run over, but then Shrake yelled, “Open the back door. Open the back door.”
    He had the guy in an arm-bar and was hustling him across the street. As they came up, Lucas realized the man was not wearing a tight black jacket. He wasn’t wearing anything at all above his waist.
    “Jesus.”
    “Better get him to the ER,” Shrake said. “He’s fucked up.”
    Shrake was in the backseat with the man, who began shaking violently, and Lucas did a U-turn and Shrake took off his coat and put it on the man and said, “We need to move right along.” And he said, “Sit up, take a deep breath, take a deep breath, come on, man, deep breath, now don’t do that . . .”
    “Ah, jeez, don’t let him barf,” Lucas said.
    “Better hurry.”
    Hennepin General was ten or twelve blocks away, and Lucas ran all the lights going in, piled up to the ER and ran inside. A nurse looked up and asked, “What?” and Lucas said, “I’m with the BCA. We need a gurney in a hurry, we got a guy in bad shape out in my truck.”
    The ER people piled out and put the man on the gurney and a couple of docs came and took him away. Lucas left his name and office number, and told the nurse where he’d picked the guy up. Shrake added, “He’s got some bad shit inside him. He didn’t even know he wasn’t wearing a coat.”
     
     
    THEY WERE BACK outside and Lucas said, “That’s your good deed for the year.”
    “If he hadn’t walked under that light ... he walked under