“You came here to ask me that?”
“You’re a smart guy, Anthony. No, that’s not the reason.”
“What the reason then?”
Wolgast leaned closer to the glass; he found Carter’s eyes and held them with his own.
“I know about this place, Anthony. Terrell Unit. I know what goes on in here. I’m just making sure you’re being treated properly.”
Carter eyed him skeptically. “Does tolerable, I guess.”
“The guards okay with you?”
“Pincher’s tight with the cuffs, but he’s all right most of the time.” Carter lifted his bony shoulders in a shrug. “Dennis ain’t no friend of mine. Some of the others, too.”
The door opened behind Carter and Doyle entered, bearing a yellow tray from the commissary. He placed the tray on the counter in front of Carter: a cheeseburger and fries, gleaming with grease, resting on waxed paper in a little plastic basket. Beside it sat a carton of chocolate milk.
“Go on, Anthony,” Wolgast said, and gestured toward the tray. “We can talk when you’re done.”
Carter placed the receiver on the counter and lifted the cheeseburger to his mouth. Three bites and the thing was half gone. Carter wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and got to work on the fries while Wolgast watched. Carter’s concentration was total. It was like watching a dog eat, Wolgast thought.
Doyle had returned to Wolgast’s side of the glass. “Damn,” he said quietly, “that guy sure was hungry.”
“They got anything for dessert down there?”
“Bunch of dried-up looking pies. Some éclairs looked like dog turds.”
Wolgast thought a moment. “On second thought, skip dessert. Get him a glass of iced tea. Make it nice, too, if you can. Dress it up a little.”
Doyle frowned. “He’s got the milk. I don’t know if they even have iced tea down there. It’s like a barnyard.”
“This is Texas, Phil.” Wolgast suppressed the impatience in his voice. “Trust me, they have tea. Just go find it.”
Doyle shrugged and left again. When Carter had finished his meal, he licked the salt off his fingers, one by one, and sighed deeply. When he picked up the receiver, Wolgast did the same.
“How’s that, Anthony? Feeling better?”
Through the receiver, Wolgast could hear the watery heaviness of Carter’s breathing; his eyes were slack and glazed with pleasure. All those calories, all those protein molecules, all those complex carbohydrates hitting his system like a hammer. Wolgast might just as well have given him a fifth of whiskey.
“Yessir. Thank you.”
“A man’s got to eat. A man can’t live on pancakes.”
A silent moment passed. Carter licked his lips with a slow tongue. His voice, when he spoke, was almost a whisper. “What you want from me?”
“You’ve got it backward, Anthony,” Wolgast said, nodding. “It’s me who’s here to find out what I can do for you.”
Carter dropped his eyes to the counter, the grease-stained wreckage of his meal. “He sent you, didn’t he.”
“Who’s that, Anthony?”
“Woman’s husband.” Carter frowned at the memory. “Mr. Wood. He come here once. Told me he found Jesus.”
Wolgast remembered what Doyle had told him in the car. Two years ago, and it was still on Carter’s mind.
“No, he didn’t send me, Anthony. You have my word.”
“Told him I was sorry,” Carter insisted, his voice cracking. “Told everybody. Ain’t gonna say it no more.”
“No one’s saying you have to, Anthony. I know you’re sorry. That’s why I came all this way to see you.”
“All what way?”
“A long way, Anthony.” Wolgast nodded slowly. “A very, very long way.”
Wolgast paused, searching Carter’s face. There was something about him, different from the others. He felt the moment opening, like a door.
“Anthony, what would you say if I told you I could get you out of this place?”
Behind the glass, Carter eyed him cautiously. “How you mean?”
“Just like I said. Right now. Today. You could leave Terrell and never come back.”
Carter’s eyes floated with incomprehension; the idea was too much to process. “I’d say now I know you’s fooling with me.”
“No lie, Anthony. That’s why we came all this way. You may not know it, but you’re a special man. You could say you’re one of a kind.”
“You talk about me leaving here?” Carter frowned bitterly. “Ain’t make no sense. Not after all this time. Ain’t got no appeal. Lawyer said so in a letter.”
“Not an appeal, Anthony. Better than that. Just you, getting out of here. How does that sound to you?”
“It sound great.” Carter sat back and crossed his arms over his chest with a defiant laugh. “It sound too good to be true. This Terrell.”
It always amazed