about that.”
Lying through his stained-yellow teeth. I had an irrational impulse to grab him, shake him like a dog shakes a bone. I shoved my hands into my pockets to keep them still. Being a liar didn’t necessarily make him a kidnapper. Not necessarily. Not enough evidence yet. Innocent until proven guilty.
“Know of anyone else who might’ve been out that way on Monday?” Runyon asked him.
“No. Wish I did.”
“Well, if you hear of anyone who was, let the deputy sheriff, Broxmeyer, know, will you?”
“I sure will.”
I said as he started to turn away, “What happened to your face?”
“Huh?”
“Under your eye. The Band-Aid.”
His mouth twitched again. He lifted a hand, let it drop without touching the adhesive. “Oh, that. Splinter from a piece of wood I was cutting. Couple of inches higher and they’d be calling me One-Eye.”
Another lie. The hell he was innocent.
Back to the car. When we were inside, I said, “He’s the one, Jake. I can feel it in my gut.”
“He’s a damn liar, that’s for sure.”
“I’m thinking we ought to go back out to his place, climb the gate and look around, and to hell with the dog.”
“If we get caught, then what? If we don’t find Kerry, then what?”
I didn’t argue. Voice of reason again.
We were moving now, heading for the gates. In the sideview mirror, I could see Balfour standing alongside his pickup, pretending to rummage around in the bed while he watched us drive away.
Runyon said, “What we need is more information on Balfour. His life, his habits, if he owns any other property where he could be keeping a prisoner.”
“There’s one person who can tell us. Plenty.”
“Ned Verriker.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Ned Verriker.”
22
PETE BALFOUR
Detectives!
He hadn’t had any idea the woman was married to a damn private cop. How the hell could he? She hadn’t said nothing, nobody else’d said nothing. Probably all over the valley by now, everybody knew it but him. The last to know anything, that was how it’d always been for him, unless he pried it out of somebody like he’d pried Verriker’s whereabouts out of Jolene and Luke Penny. Asshole Valley didn’t want nothing to do with Pete Balfour, wouldn’t give him the time of day, just laughed at him and called him mayor and wouldn’t give him any peace.
Them two nosing around, asking where he was on Monday afternoon-one more threat to him and his plans. Just making the rounds, asking everybody, like they’d said? Or did they suspect him somehow? Come into the fairgrounds, private property, you couldn’t see the construction work from out on the road… maybe they did suspect him. But that didn’t make any sense. How could they? Unless somebody’d pointed them at him, said go talk to the mayor, he’s a schmuck nobody likes, he could be the one has the woman locked up somewhere.
No, hell, that didn’t make sense, neither. Everybody figured she was lost in the woods, they couldn’t have any idea she’d been grabbed. Sure. Sure. It was all right. Those city dicks didn’t suspect anything. Getting himself all worked up for no good reason.
But why the questions about the old logging road, Skyview Drive? They couldn’t of put it together that that was where he’d snatched the woman or what he was doing up there in the first place. They didn’t live in the valley, they didn’t know how much he hated the Verrikers. Guys like the Ramseys and Stivic and Lucchesi knew him and Verriker didn’t get along, sure, but that was all they knew. Couldn’t tie Pete Balfour to the explosion. Nobody could. Tragic accident, everybody thought so, everybody said so. Wasn’t no way to prove otherwise.
Yeah, but still… the way the old guy, the husband, had looked at him. Eyes boring into his like he was trying to see inside his head. Hard eyes. Suspicious eyes. Tight mouth, too, and it’d got tighter when he said he hadn’t been nowhere near that logging road, that he’d been right here working all day Monday Shit! They’d been waiting when he come back from Builders Supply, they could of been here long enough to ask the Mex or the half-wit the same questions they’d asked him.
He went quick to where Eladio was working in the beer concession. “Them two guys that was just here. You talk to them while I was gone?”
“Si.”
“What’d you tell them about Monday? You say I was here all day?”
“That would be a lie. I tell them the truth.”
“You stupid son of a bitch! That I left early, didn’t come back?”
Eladio nodded, looking at him with those big sad eyes of his. Then he shrugged, half smiled, and started banging away again at the countertop.
Balfour came close to jumping in there, smashing his face in. But it wouldn’t of done no good, the damage was already done. He jerked away, went around to lean against the wall of the men’s crapper. Sweat ran like grease on his face; he rubbed it off on the sleeve of his shirt.
Those detectives suspected him now, all right, if they hadn’t before. But they didn’t know anything yet. He could of had some other reason for lying about Monday, right? Off doing something illegal, buying drugs, banging somebody’s wife, people had all kinds of reasons for telling lies. No, they couldn’t know anything for sure, but that wouldn’t stop them from nosing around.
Suppose they went nosing around his place?
They could get in if they wanted to, the gates and the fence wouldn’t keep them out. Bruno wouldn’t let them get near the shed, but if they had guns… Jesus, if they found the woman…
His plans, his revenge, finished right then and there. He couldn’t let that happen. Couldn’t, wouldn’t!
What if they were out there right now?
The thought turned his sweat to ice. Then he thought, no, that wasn’t the way cops operated, even private cops. They’d try to get something else against him before they went busting onto his property, shooting his dog. Wouldn’t they? Sure they would. They might go ahead and do it later anyway, whether they found out something or not, but not yet, not for a while. There was still time to make it all work the way he’d worked it out. What he had to do was shift the timetable, get everything ready as fast as he could, move out now.
The only problem was the woman. Couldn’t leave her where she was, too much chance of her being found. Couldn’t put her where he’d planned to until tonight, either. What the hell was he gonna do with her?
Well, there was one thing. No, two things. Both risky, but he’d have to do one or the other. Didn’t have to figure out which now. First things first. Get on your horse, man, get moving before it’s too late!
Balfour hurried back to the beer concession. “Eladio, listen, I’m sorry I jumped on you. Having a lousy day, that’s all.”
Another shrug, another half smile.
“I got to go out again for a while, some other business to take care of. I should be back sometime this afternoon, but if I’m not… repairs are almost done, all the major ones anyway. You and the kid can finish up the men’s restroom.”
“Si, jefe.”
“One more thing. Those two guys come back, you tell them you made a mistake about Monday. Tell ’em I was here all day working with you and the kid. You understand?”
That half smile again. Fucking stupid Mex!
Balfour unbuckled his toolbelt on the way to the pickup, tossed it into the front seat. He didn’t need to take anything else from the job site. Everything he was gonna need was in his workshop at home.
He drove out of there to the south, took back roads to get to his place so he wouldn’t have to go through
