places and feels mildly nauseated from swallowing blood, but overall, he could have ended up a lot worse off. He would have done, if Trey and the Henry hadn’t interrupted.
“Thanks, kid,” he says. “For saving my ass.”
Trey nods. She reaches for Cal’s bread and sticks a couple of slices in the toaster. “You figure they woulda kilt you?”
“Who knows,” Cal says. “I’m fine with not finding out.” He doesn’t want to take anything away from the kid, but he doubts he would have wound up dead, unless someone screwed up. He knows the difference; this beating wasn’t intended to kill. Just like he said to Donie, the Dublin boys don’t want the attention that a dead Yank would draw. What they wanted was to get their message across.
Now that Trey’s gone and shot one of them, that might change. It depends on how level-headed this Austin guy is, how persuasive Cal can be, and how strong a hold Austin has on his crew. Cal is in no frame of mind to make that phone call tonight, but it needs to happen tomorrow morning, as soon as Austin can reasonably be expected to be awake.
Trey is alternating between watching the window, watching her toast and watching Cal. “You got that gun loaded up pretty quick,” Cal says.
“I had it ready. Ever since you left.”
“How’d you get it out of the safe?”
“Saw the combination when you opened it that time.”
Cal feels he ought to lecture her about not touching guns unless she has both permission and a license, but in the circumstances that would seem unappreciative. “Right,” he says. “How’d you know you wouldn’t hit me?”
The kid looks like the question is so dumb it barely deserves an answer. “You were on the ground. I aimed higher up.”
“Right,” Cal says again. The thought of her getting one of those men in the head gives him an extra fillip of nausea. “Well then.”
Trey’s toast pops. She leans over to get the cheddar out of the fridge and a knife from its drawer. “You want some?”
“Not right now. Thanks.”
Trey packs slices of cheese between the toast, not bothering with a plate, and pulls off a chunk so she can bypass her split lip. She says, “How come you didn’t let me make them talk?”
Cal takes the ice pack off his nose. “Kid. You had a gun on them. You’d already shot one of them. What did you think they’d say? ‘Uh, yeah, it’s our doing that your brother’s gone, sorry ’bout that’? Nah. They woulda sworn blind they had no idea what happened to him, whether they did or not. And then you woulda had to pick between shooting them all dead and letting them go home. No matter what, you wouldn’t have got your answer. I figured it was a lot smarter to skip straight to sending them home.”
The kid thinks that over, eating hunks of sandwich carefully and swinging one foot. The taut focus has faded out of her. Her eye is blooming in lurid new shades, but she seems revived and energized, back in her body and her mind. Tonight did her good.
She says, “I wanted to shoot them.”
“I know. But you didn’t. That’s a good thing.”
Trey looks about half convinced. “I got the one fella, anyway.”
“Yeah. I think you got him in the arm. He was moving fine, when they left. He’ll be OK.”
“He won’t go to the cops.”
“Nah,” Cal says. “The hospital might call them, if he has to go there. But he’ll say he had an accident cleaning his gun, something like that. They won’t believe him, but there won’t be a lot they can do about it.”
Trey nods. She says, “They sound like Dubs to you?”
“Dunno. I wasn’t paying much attention to that.”
“Sounded local to me.”
“Probably,” Cal says. Austin wouldn’t have had the time, or likely the inclination, to send guys down from Dublin. This would have been a job for a few local foot soldiers. “You recognize any of ’em?”
Trey shakes her head.
“You see what they hit me with?”
“Looked like hurls. Couldn’t see for sure, but.” She glances up from her sandwich. “We haveta be getting close, right? Or they wouldn’t bother coming after us.”
“Maybe,” Cal says. “Maybe not. Could be they’re just fed up of the hassle. Or pissed off with me for beating up Donie.”
“But maybe.”
“Yeah,” Cal says, only partly because she needs that, to make all this worth it. “We could be.”
After a moment Trey says, “Are you raging?”
“I don’t have time for