Red Rain

Pinto dropped his cap onto the floor in front of him. Pavano pulled out his phone to take notes. He tapped a slow rhythm with the fingers of his other hand on the couch arm.

“One more time,” Pinto said. “The victim brought you bad news, right? Very bad news.”

“Well, yeah,” Mark replied. “But I told you, he was just the messenger. It wasn’t his fault I didn’t get the grant. The board voted. They just sent him to tell me.”

“And. . I know you’ve already stated this. . Your feeling when he told you? Angry?”

“Disappointed,” Mark corrected him.

Pavano tapped something into his phone. Then he raised his head and gazed intently at Mark. “The victim’s car was in the driveway for how long before you noticed it?”

“Maybe fifteen minutes. Maybe twenty.”

“You don’t think it’s strange that a car could sit in your driveway twenty minutes, and you didn’t notice it?”

Mark shrugged. “What can I tell you? I didn’t see it.”

“And you never looked out the window and saw anyone approach the car?”

“No. No, I didn’t. I told you.”

“You never noticed another car drive by or stop?”

“No. I didn’t look out the front. So I-”

“You saw no one in your front yard? No one walk up your driveway?”

“This is getting repetitious,” Mark said.

Easy. Don’t let them rattle you.

Pinto nodded. “I know. We have to do this.” He glanced at the notes on his partner’s phone. “Mr. Sutter, we have test results that show your blowtorch was recently used.”

Mark blinked. His mind went blank for a moment. What can I say? What can I tell them? “Yes. Well, yes. I used it. Ira and I were doing a project.”

“A project?”

“Yeah. Metalwork. We were building a robot, actually. I do these projects. . Well. . They’re good for Ira. Help him build confidence.”

“So if we ask your son about the blowtorch, he’ll back up your story?”

“Well. . hmmm. . actually, no. He wasn’t home. I used the blowtorch on the robot while he was in school.” Mark could feel his face go hot.

Pinto shifted his weight. “Could you show us this robot that you used the blowtorch on? Is it here?”

“Ummm. . I know this sounds bad, Sergeant. But the robot disappeared. Ira took it to school, and it disappeared from the art room.”

They both squinted at him.

“I’m telling the truth. It must have been stolen.” His face still felt blazing hot.

“The lab guys seem to think the blowtorch could have been used yesterday. As the murder weapon.”

“I. . don’t know anything about that. The garage door was open. Anyone could have taken it out.”

A long silence.

“Well, we have fingerprint results on the victim’s car,” Pavano said finally. He flipped through some screens on his phone.

Mark felt his throat tighten.

“The CS guys found only children’s prints,” Pinto said. “Children’s prints on both front doors. And then there were three other prints. Round. Like a ball had hit the car.”

They hadn’t asked a question, but they waited for Mark to say something.

He leaned over the desk. He cleared his throat. “I’m not surprised by that,” he said.

The two cops waited for him to continue.

“The twins,” Mark said. “I believe you talked to them. And they told you they were playing with a tennis ball at the side of the driveway.”

“And it’s their prints on the car?” Pinto said.

“Pretty good bet,” Mark said and then regretted sounding so sarcastic. “They were playing catch. They said the ball hit Hulenberger’s car a few times.”

The cops nodded. He could see they were studying him.

“And my prints. . they must have been there,” Mark said. “Remember? I gripped the side of the door? Under the window?”

“Actually, the crime scene guys couldn’t get any good prints,” Pinto said. “The blood was too smeared.”

Pavano was flipping through his phone screens. Pinto licked at the side of his mouth. “So the twins saw Hulenberger get into his car. I recall that’s what they said. But then they didn’t see anyone come up the drive? They didn’t see someone come up to the car?”

“I told them to get out of the way,” Mark said. “I told them to watch out. He was backing up.”

“And do they always obey you really quickly?” Pinto asked, leaning forward.

Mark pushed back from the desk. “I don’t understand that question, Officer. What are you saying? That the boys stayed by the front? That they might have seen something?”

Pinto and Pavano exchanged glances. “They might have,” Pinto said finally. “And maybe they’re afraid to tell us?”

“They were there,” Pavano added. “It’s hard to believe they didn’t see anything at all.”

Mark rubbed his chin. The beard was getting long. He needed to trim it. “You may be right. Sometimes when kids are traumatized by something they’ve seen, they manage to lock it away, push it to a back burner, so to speak. Sometimes the fear is so powerful, they just force it from their memory. Stress-related memory loss is very common.”

The cops nodded. Pavano clicked away on his phone.

Pinto climbed to his feet with a groan. His shirt had pulled out over his potbelly. “And sometimes do kids lie to stay out of trouble?” he asked.

Mark stood up, too. He didn’t answer the question. He knew it wasn’t really a question. He didn’t know the twins well enough to know how truthful they were.

They seemed sweet and innocent. But, of course, kids can put on quite a show for grown-ups when they want to. If the boys saw something frightening, if they witnessed the murder, he felt terrible for them. What a welcome to their new home.

And then he had a memory flash: I did see them at the side of the house. When I ran out to Hulenberger’s car, the twins. . were standing at the side of the house. They weren’t in back. They were there.

“We’ll want to talk to the boys,” Pinto said, studying Mark’s face.

Mark returned his stare. “With me in the room?”

“No. But we’ll have a psychologist in the room. We’ll make sure they are comfortable. You can wait right outside. If you wish to have a lawyer present. .”

That was a challenge. Mark felt a stab of anger. “Because you think if I’m not there, the boys are going to incriminate me? That isn’t going to happen. You know the expression ‘barking up the wrong tree,’ I’m sure.”

They both grunted in reply. Mark led them down the hall and held open the screen door for them.

After they had driven away, he found Lea in the kitchen, stirring an iced coffee. “That was weird.” Lea poured in an envelope of Equal.

“You were listening?”

She nodded. She raised her eyes to him. “Mark, why did you lie to the police?”

He blinked. He could feel the blood pulse at his temples. “You mean. . about the blowtorch thing?”

She nodded. “A robot project? You and Ira never built a robot. Why did you say that?”

“I needed an answer, Lea. I needed to tell them something. They said the blowtorch had been used. I guess I panicked a little. I mean, I couldn’t explain it. I. . thought it would be better to give them something.”

She studied him. “But, Mark, it wasn’t a good lie. They can check it easily. I don’t understand-”

“Why are you looking at me like that? You don’t think that I-”

“Of course not.” She stepped around the counter and took his hand in hers. “But look at you. Your face is all