A time to kill

She backed out of the driveway and disappeared.

When Jake returned to the side of the house, the suspect's left hand had been handcuffed to the gas meter next to the window. He was moaning, mumbling, cursing. Ozzie carefully lifted the suitcase by the handle and sat it neatly between the suspect's broken legs. Ozzie kicked both legs to spread them. He groaned louder. Ozzie, the deputies, and Jake backed away slowly and watched him. He began to cry.

"I don't know how to defuse it," he said through clenched teeth.

"You'd better learn fast," Jake said, his voice somewhat stronger.

The suspect closed his eyes and lowered his head. He bit his lip and breathed loudly and rapidly. Sweat dripped from his chin and eyebrows. His ear was shredded and hung like a falling leaf. "Give me a flashlight."

Pirtle handed him a flashlight.

"I need both hands," he said.

"Try it with one," Ozzie said.

He placed his fingers gently on the latch and closed his eyes.

"Let's get outta here," Ozzie said. They ran around the corner of the house and into the carport, as far away as possible.

"Where's your family?" Ozzie asked.

"Gone. Recognize him?"

"Nope," said Ozzie.

"I never seen him," said Nesbit.

Pirtle shook his head.

Ozzie called the dispatcher, who called Deputy Riley, the self-trained explosives man for the county.

"What if he passes out and the bomb goes off?" Jake asked.

"You got insurance, don't you, Jake?" asked Nesbit.

"That's not funny."

"We'll give him a few minutes, then Pirtle can go check on him," said Ozzie.

"Why me?"

"Okay, Nesbit can go."

"I think Jake should go," said Nesbit. "It's his house."

"Very funny," said Jake.

They waited and chatted nervously. Nesbit made another stupid remark about insurance. "Quiet!" Jake said. "I heard something."

They froze. Seconds later the suspect yelled again. They ran back across the front yard, then slowly turned the corner. The empty suitcase had been tossed a few feet away. Next to the man was a neat pile of a dozen sticks of dynamite. Between his legs was a large, round-faced clock with wires bound together with silver electrical tape.

"Is it defused?" Ozzie asked anxiously.

"Yeah," he replied between heavy, rapid breaths.

Ozzie knelt before him and removed the clock and the wires. He did not touch the dynamite. "Where are your buddies?"

No response.

He removed his nightstick and moved closer to the man. "I'm gonna start breakin' ribs one at a time. You better start talkin'. Now where are your buddies?"

"Kiss my ass."

Ozzie stood and quickly looked around, not at Jake and the deputies, but at the house next door. Seeing nothing, he raised the nightstick. The suspect's left arm hung from the gas meter, and Ozzie planted the stick just below the left armpit. He squealed and jerked to the left. Jake almost felt sorry for him.

"Where are they?" Ozzie demanded.

No response.

Jake turned his head as the sheriff landed another blow to the ribs.

"Where are they?"

No response.

Ozzie raised the nightstick.

"Stop . . . please stop," the suspect begged.

"Where are they?"

"Down that way. A couple of blocks."

"How many?"

"One."

"What vehicle?"

"Pickup. Red GMC."

"Get the patrol cars," Ozzie ordered.

Jake waited impatiently under the carport for his wife to return. At two-fifteen she drove slowly into the driveway and parked.

"Is Hanna asleep?" Jake asked as he opened the door.

"Yes."

"Good. Leave her there. We'll be leaving in a few minutes."

"Where are we going?"

"We'll discuss it inside."

Jake poured the coffee and tried to act calm. Carla was scared and shaking and angry and making it difficult to act calm. He described the bomb and suspect and explained that Ozzie was searching for the accomplice.

"I want you and Hanna to go to Wilmington and stay with your parents until after the trial," he said.

She stared at the coffee and said nothing.

"I've already called your dad and explained everything.

They're scared too, and they insist you stay with them until this thing is over."

"And what if I don't want to go?"

"Please, Carla. How can you argue at a time like this?"

"What about you?"

"I'll be fine. Ozzie will give me a bodyguard and they'll watch the house around the clock. I'll sleep at the office some. I'll be safe, I promise."

She was not convinced.

"Look, Carla, I've got a thousand things on my mind right now. I've got a client facing the gas chamber and his trial is ten days away. I can't lose it. I'll work night and day from now until the twenty-second, and once the trial starts you won't see me anyway. The last thing I need is to be worried about you and Hanna. Please go."

"They were going to kill us, Jake. They tried to kill us."

He couldn't deny it.

"You promised to withdraw if the danger became real."

"It's out of the question. Noose would never allow me to withdraw at this late date."

"I feel as though you've lied to me."

"That's not fair. I think I underestimated this thing, and now it's too late."

She walked to the bedroom and began packing.

"The plane leaves Memphis at six-thirty. Your father will meet you at the Raleigh airport at nine-thirty."