said.
Delp put up his gloved hands. “Hey, just doing my job, just following up. Always a good idea, following up.”
Louis started walking again.
“I found these clips about Lacey,” Delp called out.
Louis turned. Delp was holding a manila envelope out the window.
“Strange, isn’t it?” Delp said. “Why would my newspaper have a file full of old articles about some dirtbag from the U.P.?”
Louis came forward. “Let me see that.”
Delp pulled the file back quickly. “Quid pro quo.”
“What?”
Delp smiled and opened the door. “You show me yours, I’ll show you mine. Come on. I’ll buy you breakfast. You look like you need it.”
Five minutes later, they were seated in a booth in the back corner of Dot’s. Louis waited until Delp had ordered breakfast and the waitress had left.
“What did you do to your hand?” Delp asked.
“Nothing,” Louis said, putting his hand below the table. “Now what do you have on Lacey?”
Delp smiled and held up the envelope. “This is hot, man, it’s so fucking hot.”
It took all of Louis’s patience not to reach over and snatch the envelope. “Show me,” Louis said.
Delp leveled his brown eyes from beneath the brim of his Lions cap. “First tell me why you let Lacey go,” he said.
“I can’t share the details of an ongoing investigation.”
“Bullshit.”
The waitress appeared with two steaming mugs. Louis dumped in a stream of sugar and awkwardly picked up the spoon with his bandaged hand to stir it in.
“That much sugar’s bad for you,” Delp said.
Louis set down the spoon. “Look, are you going to show me what you have or do I have to go over to that rag of yours and pull this myself?”
“You can’t. Closed ‘til tomorrow,” Delp said with a smile. “But I can save you a lot of time. It’s all in this envelope.”
Louis took a drink of coffee. “What do you want from me?”
“Just information.”
“I can’t tell you anything without clearance.”
“I know that. I just want to be in on everything you get.” Delp’s smile faded. “Because when this comes out, the big papers are going to be on this like stink on shit and I want it first.”
Louis studied the young reporter. What did it matter? The kid was an idiot and Lacey wasn’t a suspect anymore.
“Why’d you let Lacey go?” Delp pressed.
“Because he was in prison at the time of the murders.”
Delp frowned. “Man, that doesn’t figure.”
“What do you mean?” Louis asked.
Delp sifted through the clips and held one out. Louis patted his shirt and let out a sigh. He had left his glasses at work. “Just tell me,” he said impatiently.
“Duane Lacey had good reason to be pissed at you guys,” he said.
“Why?”
“You killed two of his kids,” Delp said.
Louis stared at him. “What?”
“Well, not you. You weren’t here.”
“Where?”
“Right here in Loon Lake. Nineteen seventy-nine.”
“What do you mean, ‘killed two of his kids’?”
“It’s right here, man.”
Louis took the clipping. He couldn’t make out the small print of the story but the headline made him pull in a breath.
TEENS KILLED IN LOON LAKE RAID
There were two thumbnail black-and-white photos of the kids, probably high school yearbook pictures. Louis squinted to make out their features. Jesus, one was a girl.
“What happened?” Louis asked.
“The kids broke into a tourist cabin up on the north end,” Delp said. “At least one of them was wanted by the cops for gang stuff and they tracked them to the cabin. The cops called them out but the kids had guns and fired back. Cops threw in gas but two of the three kids were killed.”
“Two?”
“Yeah. The twins. The youngest survived.”
Louis took a slow drink of coffee, thinking of the letter from Lacey’s son at Red Oak. “How’d you find out about Lacey?”
“Well, I wasn’t working here then but when I heard Lacey’s name on the scanner yesterday, I mentioned it to my editor and he kind of vaguely remembered hearing the name before. So I ran it through the morgue and came up with all those clips.”
“Can I have this?” Louis asked.
Delp pushed the envelope across the table. “Go ahead. There are plenty of copies.”
“I’ll need to talk to the reporter.”
“Can’t. He croaked last winter. Heart attack. Guess that’s what twenty years covering cops will do to you.”
Louis was staring at the photographs of the Lacey twins.
“Too many guns, that’s what I think,” Delp said, shaking his head. “People here love their guns. Kids here get rifles when they lose their baby teeth.”
Louis looked at Delp. “You’re not from here, are you?”
“Hell no,” Delp said. “I’m from Detroit and I’m just trying to get back there as fast as I can.”
Louis stood up and pulled on his jacket, picking up the envelope.
“So, what you going to do about Lacey?” Delp asked.
Louis didn’t answer as he started for the door.
“Hey! You let me know!” Delp called out.
Louis hurried back to the station. In the locker room, he quickly changed into his uniform and went right to the files. He tugged at the drawer labeled NOVEMBER 1979. It was locked. He would have to wait for Dale.
He went to his desk, taking the envelope Delp had given him. He spotted his glasses, hanging from the pencil holder where Ollie had left them. He put them on and opened the folder.
There were four articles. The longest was the one he had seen in Dot’s with the headline and two photographs.
BY ARNOLD ROGERS
