'Your buddy Sanderson called here lookin' for you. He got kinda steamed when I said you wasn't here drinkin' at ten in the mornin'.'
'He has no sense of humor. Did he say what he wanted?'
'No. Place was empty anyhow, so I closed up an' went over to your place, but you wasn't there, either. So I figured I'd check around. Nothin' else to do. Hope I didn't interrupt nothin'.'
'You didn't. Thanks, Tony. Anything else new?'
'Not a goddamn thing.'
'How're you holding up?'
'Great,' he grunted. 'Just goddamn great.'
'Tony,' I said, 'You don't know where Frank Grice lives in Cobleskill, do you?'
'How the hell would I know that?'
'Didn't think so. Listen, I'll see you tonight, okay?'
'Yeah, whatever. What do I tell Sanderson if he calls again?'
'Tell him I'll call him when I have something to say.'
'You gonna tell me what that means?' 'No.'
'Ah, to hell with it, an' you too. An' Sanderson.'
'And the horse he rode in on. See you later.'
'Yeah,' he said, and hung up.
'What was that about?' Eve asked.
'I'm not sure.' I stuffed my cigarettes into my shirt pocket, my wallet into my jacket.
'Where are you going?' she asked.
'I have some things to do. You'll be okay for a while; I don't expect anyone will come back so soon.'
'I won't be here long, in any case. Harvey's coming to pick me up in half an hour.'
I must have looked blank.
'We're going to Albany to look at farm equipment.'
'Oh, milking machines. I remember. You'll be with him all afternoon?'
'Yes.'
'That's even better.' I zipped my jacket. 'Meet us at Antonelli's tonight.' 'Us?'
'Lydia and me.'
'Oh,' she said. 'Yes, all right.' She looked into her coffee; then her crystal eyes met mine with an unexpected swiftness. 'Bill?' she said in an unsteady voice. 'Who could be doing this to me? Why?'
'I don't know.' They were very empty words, but they were what I had. 'Maybe,' I said, 'maybe they're not doing it to you. Maybe you're just in the way. But I don't want you to get hurt.'
'The way you did last night, when you were in the way.'
'I'm paid for it.'
'It's not what I'm paying you for.'
'Well, now I'm going to go do what you're paying me for.'
I went down the driveway, walking slowly, not stiff anymore but bone-tired. The arched limbs of the chestnuts took me as far as the road, and after that it was spruce and maple and oak, white birch and thin, leggy stands of wild roses, waiting. They lined both sides of 10 as far as the bend, a half mile west, where I'd left my car.
Chapter 14
There was nothing wrong with the car, but I'd never said there was. I pulled onto the road and drove, not fast, not slowly, maybe a little beyond what the road was used to but not beyond what it could easily handle.
I'd lied to Eve. I was starving. But there were some calls I wanted to make and I didn't want to make them from her place, or from Antonelli's. Some things were starting to come together for me, but others weren't, yet, and if there were going to be any surprises I didn't want anyone to be surprised but me.
I had the cell phone with me, but the static, the fading in and out, the disruptions caused by these hills were more than I could face right now. The 7-Eleven down 30 had a pay phone, and it also had food, if you weren't picky. I got turkey and tomato, and a pint of Newman's Own Lemonade to go with it, though I had doubts about that stuff. I'd never seen Paul Newman drinking it.
I sat in my car and ate, Uchida's Mozart in the disc player again. I hadn't touched the piano in two days now and I could feel the rust in my fingers.
The sandwich was finished before Mozart was, but I waited. Then I took the roll of quarters from the well, ripped it open, flipped the first one. It was tails. I flipped it again. Heads. That was better. I pocketed the quarters and headed for the phone.
.The first number I tried was the one Otis had dialed from the green house, and the second was the number of the green house itself, and they both just rang. Either Grice wasn't home or he was too busy to answer the phone. Well, that's what I got for flipping coins. I dialed the state troopers, asked for MacGregor.
'What the hell do you want?' he greeted me.
