'He's alone inside himself. Where only freaks like him can go. But he may reach out, understand? Find people he can relate to.'
'Like who?'
'Gun freaks. Survivalists. Like that. You got Nazis around here?'
'Like in the Klan?'
'Yeah.'
'Sure.'
'There'll be a connection. These freaks, they're all quasi-cops in their heads. Like to play soldier. Wear the clothes. Handle the toys.'
'Quasi-cops?'
'You got cop buffs here, right? Got police scanners in the houses, join the auxiliary force, work as security guards…you know?'
'Yeah. We always look through that file when we got filth— a hooker killing. Or a kid raped.'
'If this freak's looking for a group, that's where he'll look.'
'Okay.'
'You got a friend in the postal service?'
'What if I did?'
'Then I'd write out this list of magazines. And you'd ask your friend who gets them delivered.'
He gazed out his window for a minute. Down into the ravine where they found the bodies. 'Write out the list,' he said.
It only took me a minute. Then I started the engine, backed out.
As we drove along Lake Street, Sherwood turned to me. 'You carrying?'
'No.'
I pulled over outside the precinct house at Broadway and Thirteenth to let him out. The big man nodded like he'd made up his mind about something. 'Burke, that's your name, right? Burke, you're not the only one looking for this guy.'
'I know.'
'I don't mean me. Someone else came around, asking questions. Spoke to me.'
'Who?'
'We're not there yet, you and me.'
He closed the door with a snap of his wrist as he exited the car.
63
THE NEXT MORNING, I picked up Virgil and Lloyd. Dropped Virgil off at the plant, said we'd pick him up at lunchtime.
Lloyd and I drove around for a few hours. I had him show me the high school, the woods, the dunes, lovers' lane. Questioned him about every kid he knew, trying to listen with
If Lloyd had run across the sniper, he hadn't seen the shadow.
64
I PULLED THE LINCOLN into the diner parking lot. Walked in, Virgil and Lloyd close behind me. Virgil was back to himself, the worry-lines off his eyes. Like he was in the joint— not asking questions, waiting and ready. Virgil slid in first, right across from me, leaving Lloyd on the corner.
Cyndi flounced up to the booth. 'Hi, Mitch! These your friends?'
'My brother Virgil, and his nephew Lloyd.'
'Pleased to meet you. Mitch, if Virgil is your brother…and Lloyd is his nephew, what's that make him to you?'
'Close enough,' I said. Virgil laughed.
I had tuna. Virgil had burgers, fries, and a beer. Lloyd ordered exactly what Virgil did.
The jukebox came on. Jim Reeves. 'He'll Have to Go.'
A voice from a booth behind us. 'Hey, get your ass over here! We ain't got all day.'
Blossom walked past us, order pad in her hand. I turned. Her booth was full of greasy humans in biker-drag. Big fat slob on the end, wearing a denim jacket with the sleeves cut out over a T-shirt. Weaselly little guy in the middle. Two drones on the end.
I couldn't hear what they said. Blossom came past us again, two bright red dots on her cheeks.
Bonnie Tyler on the juke. 'It's a Heartbreak.'
Cyndi came back with the food. Leaned over. 'See those slobs in the back booth? I told Blossom to watch out for them. Offered to take the table for her. Those boys are trouble.'
Virgil peered over. 'They don't look like trouble to me,' he said.
Blossom came by, a tray in each hand.
I chewed the tuna slowly, thinking about my target.
A crash from the booth behind us. 'Get your hands off me!' Blossom. I turned. The fat one had his hand under Blossom's skirt, laughing as she pounded at his face, warding her off easily with one hand.
Lloyd was out of the booth like he'd kicked in an afterburner. 'Let her go!' Voice cracking and squeaky. Fatso flung Blossom aside with one hand, stood up just as Lloyd charged into him, face against the bigger man's chest, hands pumping like pistons on nitromethane. I whirled out of the booth, feeling Virgil on my back.
The fat man backed up under Lloyd's attack, grunting at the body-shots. The kid was holding his own until the fat man grabbed the boy's ears, butted him sharply in the face. Lloyd fell back, blood spurting. I grabbed a table with both hands, spun on my right foot, tilted my body parallel to the floor and shot my left boot into Fatso's ribs. He doubled over as I knife-edged my hand and chopped into his neck. Lloyd piled on, pounding with both hands.
The two guys on the other end started out of the booth just as Virgil slapped the nearest one with an open palm. It sounded like a rifle shot. Virgil flicked his hand. Bloody glass from the ashtray fell out.
The weasel-face in the middle got to his feet, back arched against the wall. His hand went to his pocket. Click of a switchblade. Smile twisting on his face. 'Maybe you like to play with knives,' he snarled, crouching and coming forward.
I backed off, giving him room, shrugging out of my jacket to wrap it around my hand.
'Try playing with this, boy!' Blossom's voice. A meat cleaver in her hand, face darkened with blood. Trying to push her way past me to get to the knife-man.
'That's all! Back up!' Leon. A double-barreled twelve-gauge in his hand.
The fat man got to his feet, breathing hard, one hand on his neck. 'This ain't your beef, man,' he said to Leon.
Leon held the shotgun steady. Said the most damning words in our language. 'You ain't from around here. Get out. And don't come back.'
They filed past us. Muttering threats they'd never make good on.
You ain't from around here. I'd heard that all my life. It was the first time I'd heard them shot at someone else.
We sat back down. Blossom and Cyndi cleaned up the mess. Leon sat by his cash register, watching. Cyndi switched over to him, gave him a big kiss. 'You're a hero, Leon!' He turned red. Kept his eyes front.
Blossom brought some ice wrapped in a dish towel, held it against Lloyd's face. 'You're quite a man,' she said, her voice husky. The kid's chest swelled. She bent forward, kissed his forehead. Said 'Thank you' in that same voice. And walked away.
Virgil looked over at Lloyd, chuckled, 'Son, don't even be
'What?'
'One time, I was about your age, I saw this girl get slapped by her boyfriend on the street. I went over, told him to cut it out. We fought. He damn near beat me to death before they broke it up. Then one of my kin broke
