sheriff.
“Yeah, I guess,” said Jack.
“So, did you see who was shooting?” asked the sheriff.
“Nope,” said Jack.
Sheriff Kurtwood wrote a note on his ledger and then turned to Ben. “You’re quiet.”
Ben simply looked back.
“You boys aren’t in any trouble with me,” said the sheriff. “Your dad said he grounded you for being over at the quarry, but I don’t think you kids were up to any harm. You can tell me exactly what happened over there — I’m not going to be angry. You may just do something good; those are bad guys.”
“Honest, Sheriff, we just found those casings,” said Ben. “There wasn’t anybody there but us when we found them.”
“Okay then,” said the sheriff. He wrote a few more notes and then looked up. “You can go. Send your dad in here please.”
Downstairs Jack and Ben grabbed a soccer ball and headed outside. Stephen was on the phone talking to his mother about extending his stay. Outside, Ben and Jack congratulated each other on surviving the pressure of talking to a sheriff without cracking.
“Don’t know yet,” said Stephen as he caught up with his friends.
The three boys sat down in the grass. They had settled about halfway to the woods so Jack’s parents wouldn’t hear them talking. In a rough triangle they rolled the ball to each other while they talked.
“What’s the problem?” asked Ben.
“She’s got to get the flight changed,” answered Stephen. “And I was supposed to have a swimming class.”
“Hey, you know what’s weird?” asked Jack.
“What?” asked Ben.
“When that sheriff was talking I had an idea about the letter,” answered Jack. “He asked me why I was still reaching for things after three weeks.”
Stephen had the ball; he tried to twirl it on his finger. “Yeah — that was dumb of me to say that,” he said.
“Yeah it was,” agreed Ben.
“Well anyway,” continued Jack, “why would that guy set up a trust to pay the taxes, but say he can’t keep pouring money into the thing without getting anything back?”
“Nothing about that letter made sense though,” said Stephen.
“Yeah, but this guy is so intent on protecting that place, but he gave up and moved away?” continued Jack.
“And there’s clearly something going on with that button,” said Ben, joining the conversation.
“Do you think there’s concrete behind all the windows?” asked Stephen.
“How would you get in?” laughed Jack.
“Maybe that’s the point,” said Ben. “It’s like full of zombies and shit — he doesn’t want people to get eaten.”
“Sounded like grinding concrete when you were hitting that button,” said Stephen.
“Hey!” said Jack. “Maybe it was opening one of the windows.”
“Maybe a secret door or something?” asked Ben.
“We’re never going to get any sleep again, are we? We’ll just keep waking up at three o’clock to try to figure out that stupid empty building,” joked Jack.
“How often do you get seven hundred dollars and a crazy empty hotel to figure out?” asked Ben.
That night rain ruled out any adventures. They curled up in their fort, with special viewing holes to see the television. The sound was turned down, and they only payed attention every ten minutes so they could see the local radar on the weather channel.
Huddled beneath their blanket ceiling, their conversation rambled and turned through a variety of subjects while they passed the time, but the subject kept returning to what their lives would be like when they were older.
“I think I’m going to live in southern California mostly, but I’ll have a place in the mountains too. Maybe the Rockies,” said Stephen.
“My dad says it’s a terrible time to buy real estate,” said Ben. “You should think about getting an RV and driving back and forth.”
“No way — I’m not living in a tin can,” sneered Stephen.
“I’ve seen some cool RV’s, but I don’t know if I’d want to live in one,” added Jack.
“Yeah,” said Stephen, “plus land
“You know, I think it’s more important to figure out what you want to do for a living, and then decide where you’re going to live based on that,” said Jack.
“I’m going to retire early anyway,” said Stephen. “But I still want to live someplace I like.”
“Definitely,” said Ben. “But if you’re mobile, you can live anywhere.”
“That’s retarded,” said Stephen. “I’ve got to have a big place, so I can spread out.”
“I’ve seen your house now. It’s not that big,” countered Ben.
“Exactly,” said Stephen. “I’m tired of being cramped.”
“I think I want to be a scientist or a professor,” said Jack.
“Ugh. That sounds awful,” said Stephen. “Don’t you want to be a baseball player or something?”
“I’m being realistic,” said Jack.
“Realistic doesn’t have to be boring,” said Ben. “Least you could do is hope to be like the most famous scientist ever, or something. You know, like invent teleportation or something?”
“Maybe I will,” said Jack. “But as long as I’m working on something I like, it doesn’t need to be cool.”
“You’ll never get premium tail being a scientist,” said Stephen.
“What do you mean?” asked Jack, completely naive.
“Are you serious?” laughed Stephen. “I’m talking about
Jack was slow to understand.
“Is your boy serious?” Stephen asked Ben. He turned back to Jack — “You’re not a homo, are you? It’s okay if you are. Are you?” he snickered.
The expectant look on Stephen’s face gave Jack the appropriate answer. “What? No way — screw you,” said Jack.
“I think you just might,” said Stephen, still chuckling.
“Whatever,” interjected Ben. “I don’t see you with any girlfriends.”
“I’ve had my moments,” said Stephen, suddenly defensive.
“I just think it would be cool to be a scientist and get paid to figure stuff out,” said Jack.
“I’d like to be an actor, or a musician,” said Ben. “Maybe both.”
“Yeah, that’s definitely the way. You don’t have to work much, and you get paid a ton,” agreed Stephen.
“Well you better be a really good actor if you want to have two houses,” said Jack.
“I already am, son. Already am,” confirmed Stephen. “Besides, my dad’s got more money than he needs. I’ll just get some from him. Plus I’ve got my share of seven hundred dollars per year.”
The full night’s sleep was welcome, but made the boys anxious to return to their adventure. It was still raining in the morning when Jack’s mom offered to take the boys on her errands.
“Where are you going?” asked Jack.
She consulted her list: “Grocery, hardware, and card store.”
Jack conferred with Ben and Stephen — they agreed a trip would be a good diversion. The clouds would clear in the afternoon and they had high hopes that the weather that night would be conducive to another hotel visit.
