Ward didn't say anything. And I didn't say anything. And Lula didn't say anything. All of us being careful not to rock the boat.
Ward thinking he was going home. And Lula and Connie and me thinking we were going to beat the crap out of him.
I parked curbside when I reached the office. We took our time off-loading Ward, making a show of it as best we could in the rain.
We wanted people to witness the fact that we'd brought him this far. The whole time I was having heart palpitations, and I couldn't get the phrase 'harebrained scheme' out of my head.
We finally brought him inside and sat him in the chair in front of Connie's desk. The plan was to give him a shot at talking to us.
If he refused to cooperate we'd hit him with the stun gun, blindfold him, and trundle him out to the Firebird.
'I want to know about Junkman,' I said.
He was slouched in the chair. Hard to do when your hands are cuffed behind your back, but he managed. He cut his eyes to me under half-lowered lids. Sullen. Insolent. He didn't say anything.
'Do you know Junkman?' I asked.
Nothing.
'You better answer her,' Lula said. 'Otherwise we might get upset, and then I'd have to sit on you again.'
Ward spit on the floor.
That's disgusting,' Lula said. 'We don't put up with that. You don't watch your step, I'll give you enough volts to make you pee your pants.' And she showed him her stun gun.
'What the hell is this?' Ward said, sitting up straighter. 'I thought
I was supposed to get hooked up to a monitor. What's with this stun-gun bullshit?'
'We thought you might want to talk to us first,' Lula said.
'I got rights, and I'm being violated,' Ward said. 'You got no business keeping me cuffed. Either put the fucking monitor on me or turn me loose.'
Lula got into his face and wagged her finger at him. 'Don't you use that language in front of ladies. We don't tolerate that.'
'I don't see no ladies,' Ward said. 'I see a big fat black...' And he used the c word. The mother of all swear words. Even better than the word.
Lula lunged at him with the stun gun, and Ward jumped out of his chair.
Connie was on her feet, too, trying to contain the disaster. 'Don't let him get to the door!' she yelled.
I sprang into action, blocking his way. He turned and ran for the back door. Connie and Lula both had stun guns in hand.
'I got him. I got him,' Lula shouted.
Ward lowered his head, and gave Lula a head butt to the stomach that knocked her on her ass. Connie rounded on him in a crouch, and they sized each other up. Ward sidestepped and bolted around her. He wasn't smart, but he was nimble.
I took a flying leap and tackled him from behind. We both went down, I rolled off, and Connie swooped in and tagged him with the stun gun.
'Unh,' Ward said. And he went inert.
We all popped our heads up to see if anyone was l
ooking in the front window.
'We're in the clear,' Connie said. 'Quick, help me drag him behind the file cabinets before someone sees him.'
Ten minutes later we were set to go. Ward was cuffed and shackled. We wrapped him in a blanket and carted him out the back door to Lula's car. We dumped him in the trunk, and we all made the sign of the cross. Then Connie slammed the trunk lid shut.