Cut and Run(62)

Westchester laughed. “We’ll make it up to him somehow.” The humor quickly faded from his expression. “Brogan tells me Delany has Hill Country land and there are bodies on it?”

“That’s right. We think we have three sets of remains.”

“I read up on Delany’s file while I was waiting on you two. As you would guess, Delany’s a mean son of a bitch. Was in and out of prison, but a murder conviction landed him here.”

“He killed his girlfriend, correct?” Hayden asked.

“That he did.” They made their way down a tiled hallway toward the interview room at the end. “Beat the hell out of her. She’d just given birth five days before to their son.”

“What happened to the boy?” Hayden asked.

“Social services scooped him up,” Westchester said. “I suppose he was adopted.”

“Did Delany ever say why he killed his girlfriend?” Brogan asked.

“Said he was hungry and she didn’t have his supper made.” Westchester shook his head. “Don’t underestimate this convict, gentlemen. He’s smart, and he’s mean.”

The warden opened the door to the interview room, which was divided by a thick pane of glass. Law enforcement sat on one side and the inmate on the other.

“I’ll be standing right back here if you need anything,” Westchester said.

“Thank you,” Hayden said.

The two sat and had less than a minute to wait before the door on the other side of the glass opened and Delany was escorted into the room. His hands and feet were chained, and he wore a short-sleeve orange jumpsuit that showed off a collection of tattoos stretching from his hands to up under the sleeves. He had buzzed gray hair, a bushy white mustache, and a leery gaze that didn’t hide his curiosity.

Delany straddled his chair and stared at the two Rangers. “Surprise, surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Hayden introduced himself and Brogan. “Your property tax on your ranch in Hill Country. It’s been paid regularly for the last thirty years.”

Delany glanced at his hands, inked with symbols and letters, and then slowly looked up at Hayden, a slight grin on his lips. “I forgot all about that place. Been years since I been out there.”

“And yet someone has been looking out for your place,” he said. “Also looks like someone has been using the place pretty regularly.”

“How could I know that?” Delany said. “I’m here.”

Hayden leaned forward. “I’m on a tight clock, so I’m going to cut to the chase. You help me, and life as you know it won’t change. Whatever you have coming or going into this place will remain the same.” He paused, rubbing his thumb against a callous on his palm. “But if you don’t help me, you will spend the rest of your life in a stripped-down cell and will find yourself in solitary as much as the law will allow.”

“Coming at me with both barrels, aren’t you, Ranger?”

Hayden and Brogan let the comment lie there.

Delany sat back, studying the Rangers, and if he thought in any way this was going to be a negotiation, he was wrong. “And all I get is the same old, same old as my reward?”

Hayden checked his watch. “The deal is off the table in thirty seconds.”

Delany sized up Hayden, seeming to realize Hayden would obliterate whatever comfort he had in this prison. “What do you want to know?”

“Tell me about a guy by the name of Jack Crow.”

“Who’s that?”

“Are we going to play games?” He was bluffing, acting as if he had all the puzzle pieces.

Delany was silent for a moment. “Oh, Jack Crow? Yeah, I know him. Shit, I haven’t seen him in years. Tell me the son of a bitch is rotting in hell somewhere.”

“Why do you say that?” Hayden asked.

“I’m pretty sure he’s the one that tipped the cops off to my hiding spot when I went on the run after he patched me up.”

“Why would he do that?”

He stroked his mustache and sat back. “He took exception to what I did to Susie.”

“Susie Gallagher, your girlfriend,” Brogan said.

“That’s right. Sweet Susie,” Delany said. “Crow could be a real high-and-mighty kind of guy. Always said he’d never hurt a woman, but his hands weren’t clean either.”

“What dirtied his hands?” Hayden said.

“You’ve been to the ranch, Ranger?” Delany said.

“Spell it out for me,” Hayden said.

“I don’t have firsthand knowledge, but I heard there might have been a grave or two out there.”

“Who’s in the graves?” Hayden asked.

“I don’t know exactly,” he said. “But I know for a fact that Crow dug at least one of them.”

“Which one?” Hayden said.

“From what I heard, the first.”

“Did Crow kill her?”

Delany’s cuffs clinked as he rubbed his nose. “That I don’t know. All I heard was that he dug the grave for a woman and a child.”

“Who told you about the graves? Why did they end up on your land?”

Delany looked over Hayden’s shoulder to the warden. Hayden caught Westchester’s reflection in the glass as the warden shifted his stance.