Outside, Louis followed closely behind as Gibralter led Cole to the Bronco. Cole was squirming and spitting out obscenities, his lank hair whipping around his face. Louis opened the back door and Gibralter pushed Cole in then slammed the door.
Louis got in on the passenger side and flipped on the heater. Gibralter immediately turned it off, nodding toward Cole. Louis glanced back at him through the metal grating. The kid was huddled into the seat, shivering, his eyes wide with fear. Louis zipped up his jacket and stared straight ahead. The doubts began to crawl back.
Weeks ago, he never would have thought he could do something like this, break the rules, even his own. But all bets were off now. He was in new territory and he had no idea what else he was capable of doing.
“Where you taking me?” Cole asked.
Gibralter eyed him in the mirror. “To hell, you little prick.”
“What’s going on?”
“We’re tired of dicking around, Cole. We want your old man. Tell us where he is and we’ll take you back.”
“Fuck you.”
Gibralter slammed on the brakes, sending Cole bouncing forward to the metal grate. Gibralter spun around, gun drawn.
Cole dove behind the seat. Gibralter pulled the trigger, the blast echoing in the truck. Louis jumped, afraid to look back. He turned to see a hole in the backseat.
“Get up,” Gibralter said.
Cole’s pale face appeared above the seat.
“Put on the fucking jacket. Now.”
Cole drew the parka over his thin arms, fighting tears. Louis detected the faint smell of urine.
Gibralter steered the Bronco off the highway and drove deep into the trees, plunging them into a cavern of darkness. They drove on, through the trees for several miles. Then, suddenly, Gibralter braked and killed the engine. For several seconds it was silent. Louis watched as the windshield quickly sheeted over with a blanket of snow. The sound of Cole’s ragged breathing drifted from the back.
“Get him out,” Gibralter said to Louis.
Louis opened his door and stepped down into ankle-high snow. Opening the back door he motioned Cole to get out. When Cole shrank back against the seat, Louis reached in and grabbed the police parka, dragging Cole out.
He dumped him into the snow. Cole leapt to his feet, his eyes darting to the trees, but Louis caught his parka, jerking him back. Cole’s fist shot out and Louis threw up and arm, blocking the kid’s weak punch. He wrapped one arm around Cole’s neck and reached back for his cuffs. Cole twisted, going for the gun in Louis’s belt.
“You stupid shit!” Louis said.
He shoved the kid away, his grip still tight on the parka. He set the gun on the front seat and dragged Cole a few feet away from it. He had no idea where Gibralter was going with this so he set Cole against a tree, directly in the headlights’ beams. Cole squinted, bringing a hand up to his eyes.
“Here,” Gibralter said, coming up behind him and holding out Louis’s gun.
Louis slipped it back in his waistband. He watched Gibralter break off a tree branch and walk toward Cole.
“Where is he?” Gibralter said.
Cole was looking at the branch in Gibralter’s hand. “I don’t know!”
Gibralter brought the branch down across Cole’s face. Cole let out a squeal and stumbled back, covering his face. When Cole lowered his hands, Louis saw a thin line of blood across his cheek.
“Cole,” Louis said quickly. “Just tell us.”
Cole glared at him. “Fuck you, and fuck Harrison!”
Louis glanced at Gibralter. The kid knew.
Gibralter started toward Cole, who backed against the tree. Gibralter pulled him forward by the parka.
“Drop your pants,” Gibralter said.
Cole’s eyes shot to Louis.
With one swift move, Gibralter reached out and ripped Cole’s pants open, popping the plastic button. Cole tried to stop him but Gibralter smacked the branch against his arms.
“Stop! Stop!” Cole yelled.
Gibralter yanked at Cole’s pants, working them down his thin hips. Louis watched, his heart hammering. What was going on? Then, suddenly, he knew. The child abuse report in the Dollar Bay file. Cole had been sodomized as a child and Gibralter knew it. He was going to use it to break the kid.
Cole started to scream.
But before he could move, Gibralter shoved Cole face-first into the snow. Cole’s bare skin glistened in the headlights. He was sobbing.
Louis grabbed the branch. Gibralter spun to face him.
“Enough,” Louis said through clenched teeth.
Gibralter glared at Louis then wretched the branch free. He tossed it down and took a step back. For a moment, Louis thought Gibralter was going to hit him and he braced himself to fight.
“You sorry son of a bitch!” Gibralter shouted. “How dare you stop me!”
“You’re over the edge!” Louis shouted back.
Gibralter’s fist came up but Louis was ready and deflected it. But the blow was powerful and he stumbled back, falling in the snow. Gibralter towered over him.
“Jesse’s dead and you’re defending this piece of shit! What kind of cop are you?” Gibralter yelled.
