comes back, until you learn to live with it, like learning that there will always be mice in the cupboards. The fact is that we all must struggle with temptation, and sometimes we get so intoxicated by it we make serious mistakes. This is the nature of our blood. Am I making myself clear, Sheriff?”
“Absolutely.”
“Good. Now there is just one more thing before I go. Please tell me everything you know about a woman named Ann Foster.”
“You just missed her.”
Chapter 23
The warmth of the pineapple express had caused curling trunks of fog to begin lifting off the bay. Ann had always imagined them as phantasms freeing themselves from their watery graves. They were an unlucky confederacy of the drowned, and all they desired was to feel the certainty of earth below their feet, of moving amongst the living again. Most hunched cautiously across the bay in slow frothy masses, while the more daring spirits glided solo, hurrying to reach the shore before the threat of sun burned them away. She noticed a few that had made it as far as the road into town, anxious to return to their homes or back to a favorite bar. Many individuals weren’t so lucky, having burst apart into cotton balls of vapor before they could make it to land while still others were forced to spend precious time tapering around the hulls of boats in the marina.
Electricity had not been restored to Traitor Bay, and only roving fingers of moonlight kept it from appearing totally abandoned. Parked cars glimmered in the distance, wood smoke spooled from rooftops. Even with daylight not far away there would not be a significant change in the level of darkness, as if the night itself had refused eviction. Ann knew today would be such a time, when everything was half-lit and the sun was a drifting sheet of gray steel, a lost wreckage, and many fog specters would visit far up country roads and into forgotten glades where the remains of chimneys stood wrapped in thick-fingered ivy and blackberry vine. It would be the kind of day when your instincts told you to light a fire and stay close to it.
Tammy opened her hand and showed her the bloody tooth. It had taken Ann a moment to realize what it was.
“Do you think they can still save it?” she asked.
“They might,” Ann said, handing her a paper napkin from her jacket. She was always taking the extra ones the waitresses left on the table. “Here, soak this in some water and wrap it up. You can’t let it dry out.”
Tammy did as Ann told her and wetted the napkin in the bay. She spread it out on her knees and set the tooth in the middle, then folded the napkin over and over until it was in the rounded shape of a white stone with threads of red in it. The napkin had left a damp rectangle on her jeans. She touched the tooth to her lips and sobbed.
Ann squeezed Tammy’s hand and watched James at the back of the boat. He lit a cigarette off the dying cherry of another. In the time it had taken for him to smoke five, they’d traveled up from the bay and into the river that fed it. They were relieved to find no lights coming off the dark bridge they had to pass under, no bullets boiling up the water next to them. James thought he’d heard voices, but it turned out to be crows raiding a swallow’s nest beneath the darkened steel beams.
When Mitch’s head dropped forward again, James leaned over to gently shake him awake. Mitch sat up straight again and stared around groggily. His face was pale and he had two developing black eyes.
“Stay awake, bud. You might have a concussion,” James said.
“I don’t have one…” Mitch said.
“Well you still better get an x-ray.”
Mitch leaned over the boat and spat more blood. “And how much will
They passed close to some derelict barges and a tugboat covered with flaking patches of paint. A rusted crane loomed above them from one of the barges with a giant hook suspended on the end of a frayed cable. There was no sign of life here on the widest part of the river, which carried enough fresh water to keep the barnacles killed off. James told them he knew of a barn up stream where they could drop off Tammy and Mitch. By land it was hard to get to unless you were familiar with the local roads. The barn was owned by his uncle Lefty, who always kept it stocked in case he needed to pull all nighters during calving season.
Tammy leaned her head against Ann’s shoulder. “I’m worried about what’s going to happen to the baby. Those bastards knocked me around hard.”
“Nothing’s going to happen,” Ann said. And we’re going to get you and Mitch to a safe place.”
“And what about you?”
“Something tells me those guys are going to keep looking for us no matter what. You two are in no condition to keep running but we are. If we split up our chances are going to be a lot better that we come out of this.”
“Right, and then what happens after help comes? I’ll get my ass busted for assaulting a cop… Not that it didn’t feel good at the time.” When Tammy smiled Ann saw the dark gap left by the missing tooth and looked away.
“That bad?” Tammy asked.
“Don’t get mad, but you remind of that year when we dressed up as hillbillies for Halloween.”
Tammy laughed. “That’s just great. Mitch and I must make quite a pair.”
“What you did to the sheriff isn’t going to matter, Tam. After they find out what he’s been up to, he’ll no longer even
“I hope you’re right. I don’t want to have this baby in jail. Are you sure we shouldn’t all stay put somewhere and wait this out together?”
“I think that’s what they’re hoping we’ll do. It would make it a lot easier for them to clean their slate that way.”
“Coming up on our right side,” James announced. The others leaned over to see a wooden dock floating on the river, its wooden railing half twisted off from last year’s storms. Uncle Lefty didn’t do a lot of fishing anymore, the cold was just too much on his arthritis.
Ann took out her cell phone and handed it to Tammy. “Try and call for help. If you reach somebody, make sure they come and get you guys first.”
“And where should I tell them you’re going to be?”
“Don’t worry about us. We’re going to be on the move. And be sure you turn off the phone when you’re not using it. It loses its juice fast.”
James helped Mitch and Tammy out of the boat and onto a small dock. Behind it was a bank of tall yellow grass and the smell of cow manure coming from the field above. Mitch got down on his knees and cupped some water onto his face. Its coldness seemed to revive him. He stood up and wrapped his arm around Tammy’s waist and together they watched as James turned the boat around to head back downstream toward the bay.
“Just follow the path and go through the gate to the left,” James said. “My uncle keeps a key under the plastic dwarf standing guard next to the front door.”
“Thanks,” Mitch said. “You guys be careful now.”
Chapter 24
Worried about how much gas they had left, James cut the motor and let the boat drift for a while. They listened to the water slurp and gurgle, felt the current draw them back as if the river were a retreating appendage of the sea. A raccoon trotted excitedly along the shore, stopping to dip its paws into pools in search of stranded salmon fry. It lifted its head as they glided past, then began to follow them until the cut bank got lost under a tangled shelf of dense tree limbs draped with neon yellow moss. River mud bubbled and belched, filled the predawn air with exhalations of wet clay and old death. Bats darted over the boat-black leathery shapes squiggled traces against the patches of starlit sky.
