the law.â
âMaybe after sheâs had a shower,â Service said.
âSoap breaks the seal,â Allerdyce said. âGod give us a seal on our skin to keep off the germs. Break the seal, you get sick. You seen a bear take a bath?â
âThey swim.â
âNot with soap,â Limpy said with a grin. âCheck the Bible on that.â Allerdyce looked up at him. âYou been out there skulking a while?â
Service nodded.
âThought so,â Limpy said. âHad me a feeling, but you know how it is when you get the pussy-wants. Howâd you figure it out?â
âProcess of elimination.â
Allerdyce grunted. âGuess it donât pay to have favorites.â
âProbably not,â Service said. It always amazed him how hardened criminals would engage in weird conversations after they were in custody. It was as if nothing had happened.
âGuess you healed up okay.â
âGood enough.â
âMe, Iâm a fast healer too. You know, I coulda killed your ass that night, but the way I seen it, we were both just doing our jobs. Youâd do good to remember that.â
âConsidering where you are now, that blade cuts two ways.â
Limpy looked up and grinned toothlessly. âI guess it does at that.â
It had taken six months to try him, and he had been gone seven years since then.
Service got two Strohs from the refrigerator, took a seat beside Treebone, and gave his friend one of the beers.
âYouâd rather play with Allerdyce than face your mother-in-law?â
âIâm just here to help.â
Service said, âWe have to do this my way, Tree.â
âThereâs no rules for cockroaches, my man.â
âI donât break the law.â
âShit,â Tree said with an expansive grin. âBending ainât breaking.â
âIâll decide how much bend thereâll be.â
The two men clicked their beer cans together.
Treebone said, âI always follow orders.â
âWhen they suit you.â
âWhere would we be if we always followed orders in She-it nam?â
âPoint taken,â Service said.
Most of the Allerdyce clan lived in a compound on a narrow peninsula between North and South Beaverkill Lakes. The area was a long way from civilization, not the sort of place you just stumbled across. With water on two sides and swamps on both ends, it was difficult to get to. There was a two-track from a US Forest Service road down to the compoundâs parking area and then a half-mile walk along a twisting trail from there into the camp itself. The surrounding area was dense with cedars, hemlocks, and tamaracks. In terms of isolation, it was a fortress.
Approaching from any direction other than the tote road and trail was difficult, but over the years Service had done some prowling around and had learned the familyâs trail system.
It took nearly five hours for the two men to move into position. They could smell smoke from the camp and hear the sound of rifles being fired into the air. The celebration was under way.
âSounds like the boys and girls are havinâ a high old time,â Treebone said. He wiped perspiration off his forehead and slapped at the mosquitoes and insects swarming around them. âBugs here big enough to shoot .â
Service ignored the insects and discomfort. âYou understand what weâre gonna do?â
âYup.â
âDonât take this lightly and donât overdo it. Theyâve got weapons and some of them are felons. Thatâs all we need.â
âBlack Man and Robin ride the redneck trail,â Treebone said. âI love this shit.â
âThese assholes arenât the Insane Latin Counts, but they have their unique style. Donât underestimate them.â
âYou worry too much. âIs You Is or Is You Ainât My Baby?â â
This was the title of an Aaron Izenhall song.