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Black Joint Point

Jeff Abbott

PART ONE

The DevilS Eye

There comes a time in every rightly constructed boys life that he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure.

- Mark Twain

1

In shimmering heat, Jimmy Bird smoked a cigarette and paced off a rectangle of dirt. About the size of a grave, a little wider, a little longer. Jimmy wasnt good at math that algebra in high school where they mixed letters and numbers together had been his undoing but he could eye a piece of ground and calculate how long it took to clear and dig to a certain depth. Ditches. Garden beds. Graves. The earth on Black Jack Point fed salt grass and waist-high bluestems and Jimmy pictured a hole six feet across, six feet down. He figured it would take him and his partners three hours of steady digging, being a little slower in the dark. Then an hour or so to sort through the loot, load the valuables on the truck, and good-bye poverty. In a few days hed be poolside in the Caribbean, chatting up coffee-colored girls in bikinis, fishing in water bluer than blue, buying a boat and lazing on its warm deck and watching the world not go by.

But he felt uneasy even with millions in the dirt under his feet. What if somebody sees us? hed asked this morning.

Then we take care of them, Jimmy, Alex had said.

What do you mean take care of them?

I mean just what you think. Alex said it with that odd half smile, caused by the little crescent-moon scar at the corner of his mouth. Like he was talking to a child.

I dont want none of that, Jimmy Bird said, and as soon as he said it he knew hed made a big mistake. It showed a lack of drive, a complaint hed heard about himself from his wife, his mama, his daddy, even his little girl.

Alex had kept smiling like he hadnt heard. That smile made Jimmys bladder feel loose.

I mean we shouldnt leave a mess, Jimmy quickly amended. Thats all I meant.

Alex smiled, patted Jimmys back. No messes. I promise.

Jimmy Bird took a stake with a little flutter of fluorescent orange plastic ribbon topping it and drove it into the middle of the ground. Make it easier for them to see in the dark. He felt relief that old man Gilbert wasnt going to be up at his house tonight. He couldnt see the Gilbert place through the density of oaks, but that was for the best. No one to see them. No one to get hurt.

No messes. I promise.

Jimmy Bird didnt like those four words the more he considered them maybe he had gotten demoted to mess and he patted the pistol wedged in the back of his work pants for reassurance. Patted the gun three times and he realized it was just the bop-be-bop rhythm of his little girl patting the top of her teddy bears head. Hed miss her most of all once he left the country. Hed send her some money later, anonymous like, for her schooling. She might get that math with the letters and numbers mixed together way better than he had.

By his reckoning he would go from ditchdigger to multimillionaire in about twelve hours. Jimmy Bird slung the metal detector back over his shoulder and moved through the heavy growth of twisted oaks.

They drove home early because the bedsprings squeaked.

Patch Gilbert was a romantic but a bed-and-breakfast full of artsy-fartsy bric-a-brac was not his idea of a love nest. But his lady friend, Thuy Linh Tran, had wanted to go to Port Aransas, even though it wasnt terribly far from Port Leo and could hardly count as a real getaway. Thuy thought Port Aransas romantic because it was actually on an island; you rode a little ferry to get there, and you could watch the porpoises darting in the ferrys wake. Theyd had a nice dinner and red vino at an Italian place, Patch had taken his pill to rev his engine, theyd snuggled into bed, and he didnt even have Thuys modest gown off before they discovered the bedsprings on the genuine antique bed screamed like banshees every time they moved.

Were not making love in this bed, Patch, Thuy said.

But I took a pill. At seventy he felt no erection should be wasted.

No.

Its Monday night. This place is mostly empty. Aint nobody gonna hear us, angel. He started nibbling on her ear.

No. She was sixty-nine and more stubborn than he was. So they had quarreled the trip was her idea but it was for his birthday, and he wasnt happy with this squeaking turn of events and in a fit, they got dressed and checked out and just drove back to Port Leo, to Patchs old house on Black Jack Point. The drive was mostly awkward silences. It was midnight and they were both in sour moods and Patch suddenly worried that Thuy needed a little courting. She wanted to go straight home when they got back to his house but he convinced her to come in and make up and drink a little wine.

She wasnt sleepy. Arguing had riled her up, made her more talkative; so he was hopeful shed spend the night.

How longs it been, baby, since you walked on a beach late at night? Patch Gilbert poured Thuy another glass of pinot noir. Now thats romance, a beach real late at night.

Thuy smiled. I ran across a beach at midnight, with three children in tow, hoping not to get shot and to find a spot on the boat. When I left Vietnam, Patch. It wasnt romantic She leaned over and kissed him, a chaste little peck against his wine-wet mouth. I should go. I havent been up this late in years.

He felt their time slipping away. Her kiss gave him that shivery energy of being twenty-five. At least inside. Come down to the beach with me.

I thought you retired from sales.

Well, honey, if I have to sell you on the idea-

You didnt sneak another one of those pills, did you?

Dont need em.

Shameless.

We dont have time for shame. Listen, well just get the sand in between our toes. His voice went husky and he took the wineglass from her hands. It feels good, the wet sand against your skin.

Patch.

Baby. He kissed her gently, almost shyly. He felt the neediness in his own kiss, the hopeful wondering not felt since high school, before the marines, before selling drilling equipment for so many years, before cancer took Martha and left him alone if there was going to be any dessert on his plate. He loved Thuy but had never broken the habit of lovemaking as careful conquest.

Im too old for anyone to call baby, Thuy said.

Never too young, Patch said. Lets go. He took her hands in both of his and stood. Gentle insistence worked wonders. After a moment, she stood with him.

The night was clear but the moon was an ill-lit curve. Patch frowned, because he loved the moonlight on the bay, on the sands, on the high grasses. It silvered the world, made it lovely as a dream. Tonight was too dark. He and Thuy walked down the long path, a line of gravel threading through the salt grass, down to a small curve of beach. The blackjack oaks were gnarled and bent from the constant wind from St Leo Bay. He and Thuy slipped off their shoes boots and socks for him, espadrilles for her and they walked to the edge of the surf, the summer-warm water tickling their toes.

The Milky Way. Thuy pointed at the wash of stars. We call it vai ngan ha.

What do you call kissing?

Hon nhau. She ran a finger down his spine and he grinned at her. I counted those same stars as a little girl. I wanted to know exactly how many there were. I wanted them all. Like most children I was a little greedy.

Im greedy for you, Patch said.

They kissed, and she leaned into him, the surf wetting the cuffs on his jeans. He was sliding a worn hand under the silk of her blouse when he heard a motor rev steadily, then purr and die. He leaned back from her.

Patch?

Listen.

He heard it again, a truck motor, the engine rumbling, a door slamming, down the beach and over to the west, deep in the grasslands, in a thick growth of oaks, from the southern end of Black Jack Point.

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