anyhow, not having to deal with going to court and all. I said he was shit-house crazy, thinking I’d lie like that when a man could go to jail. He got out this bag he had with him and started pulling out cash. I don’t know how much. Seemed like he’d never run out. He stacked it all up on the table over there and said, ‘You sure about that?’ ”
Joe and I were still standing, but Donny Ward didn’t look like he was even aware of us. He was picking at the duct tape idly with his fingers, eyes on the wall.
“And I told him, I said, ‘You get out of my house, get back in your car, and drive straight to hell.’ Because I wasn’t about to send a man to jail in exchange for some dollars, you know? I wasn’t. And this guy, he just piled the money back up and put it in the bag, had this little smile on his face. Once the money was all gone, he reached down into the bag and took out a gun. Stuck the gun up in my eye and reached out and grabbed me by the balls. You heard that expression, somebody’s got you by the balls? Well, this son of a bitch actually did it. Just reached out and took my nuts and squeezed, and I thought I was gonna die. Couldn’t breathe. He kept squeezing, and he kept the gun in my eye, and he asked . . . he asked how much I love my daughter.”
Donny Ward looked up for the first time since he’d begun to talk, a quick jerk of his head. His eyes didn’t go to either of us, though, but beyond, to the wall where the photographs of the little girl with the gap-toothed smile hung.
“I got a daughter, but she don’t live with me. Her name’s . . . well, that don’t matter. She’s my daughter, you know? She’s my daughter. And he said . . .”
He stopped talking and wiped at his eyes and looked away. His hand was tight on the duct tape; a strip of it pulled loose and clenched between his fingers, leaving a sticky sheen on his skin.
“I had a big old bluetick, best dog you ever seen. When this guy let up on squeezing me, he took his bag and opened the door and walked out on the porch. Otis was out there, waitin’ on me, way he always did. When he heard the door open he’d come running. And this guy, he just lifted the gun and shot him. Shot him right in the center of his head. Turned back to me, cool as anything, and said, ‘You think about your daughter, Donny.’ And then he started to walk away and before he got in the car he yelled back at me, said, “You best have that dog cleaned up before the police get here.’ ”
Donny Ward’s voice broke at that point, and he stopped talking. For a long time he sat there picking at the duct tape. Joe and I let him sit. We didn’t look at one another.
“We’re going to find this guy, Donny,” I said.
“I wouldn’t want that, I was you.”
“I do want it. And if I see Doran again, if I have a chance to talk to him, I’ll tell him that you weren’t a part of this.”
He cleared his throat. “He already knows that.”
“What?”
“I did what I did because I was scared. Scared for my daughter. But that don’t mean it was easy to take. I watched Andy go to prison, and I knew he hadn’t killed that girl. That ate me up pretty good. Kept at it, too, didn’t just go away after a year or two, you know? Well, a while back my daughter’s mother moved. Went out of state, married this guy . . . He’s good to my daughter. I don’t know if I thought she was safer or not. I’m not about to go to the police, tell them what happened or anything. I’d still worry. Fact is, you go and get the cops and bring them back here, I’ll call you liars.”
He looked at us with a challenge in his eyes, but Joe and I didn’t say a word. After a few seconds, Donny continued.
“Time went by, and I kept thinking about Andy, and . . . I just felt like I needed to say something to him. Make him understand? ’Course he wouldn’t understand, sitting there in prison, but I had to try. So I got one of those blank cards and I wrote him a note. All I said was that I did it because they threatened my daughter. I didn’t sign it or nothing, but I figured he wouldn’t have trouble guessing who wrote it.”
I looked at Donny Ward and thought about Alex Jefferson, about the handiwork with a razor and a lighter.
“It’s probably a damn good thing you sent that letter,” I said.
24
It was dark when we left Donny Ward’s house in the woods. The dogs circled around us as we walked to the car. Two were friendly, but the third, that chewed-up hound, kept his distance and growled until Joe had the engine going. I wondered how old he was, if he’d been around the day Donny had been visited by a man with a gun and a bagful of cash. Might a dog remember something like that? I thought he probably would.
Joe’s car bounced along the rutted lane, and then we came out onto the main road, and within a few seconds Donny Ward’s home was out of sight. It was raining now, a light mist that didn’t make a sound against the car but appeared in thin sheets on the windshield between swipes of the wiper blades.
“We’ve got to give it to Targent,” Joe said. “I don’t believe Donny would do what he said, deny everything. He broke pretty easy with us, and I think that’s because he’s been breaking a little bit over it every day for a long time. He’d give it to the cops.”
“Probably, but it doesn’t make the bridge between Doran and Jefferson. Not alone.”
“Targent needs to hear it, though. Proves Doran was set up. By somebody who had plenty of money to spare.”
“Yeah. We’ve just got to show that it was Jefferson. I want to get that prick.”
Joe shot me a hard look. “That’s what this is about now?”
“You heard what that guy said. About his daughter, and the dog . . . If Jefferson made all that happen, I intend to see that people know about it.”
“The man’s dead.”
“The people who need to know what happened aren’t.”
“People like Karen?”
I turned to him, but he had his eyes on the road.
“I didn’t say that. I was thinking more of people like Monica Heath’s family. Like Andy Doran’s family.”
Joe slowed, a stop sign ahead. “There’s an obvious problem with Donny’s story.”
“I don’t see it.”
“This guy who was sent to intimidate him came
That was a damn good question. I didn’t answer for a while, thinking of the possibilities.
“Could it be a cop was involved? Jefferson paid one off?”
Joe frowned. “Would have had to pay off more than one, don’t you think?”
“That is a problem. I don’t know the answer, but I do believe Donny Ward. You’ve done thousands more interviews than me, Joe. Did you think he was telling the truth?”
“Yes. But I still want to know how that guy appeared on Donny’s front porch with a bag of money before the police had talked to him.”
“We’ll come back tomorrow. Talk to the cops, to the prosecutor, to Doran’s public defender.”
“And tonight when you see Karen? What will you tell her?”
I looked out the window at the shadowy forests around us.
“I don’t know.”
Targent was at Karen’s house when I arrived. I laid my hand on the hood of his Crown Victoria when I walked to the door and found it was cool to the touch. Great. Targent had been alone with Karen for a while, filling her head with theories that all pointed back to me.
Karen answered the door and forced a smile that was as hollow as they come. Her face was drawn and strained, a mild but noticeable increase. It was as if a sculptor went back and added slight changes each night, a gentle buffing of tension and a few ridges of fear for display in the morning to come.
“Hi,” she said. “Detective Targent is in the living room. I didn’t know he would be here. I told him you were on your way, and he wanted to wait.”
“Grand. I’ve missed his wit and charm.”
