livened her ears.
Milo said, “No idea what was on his mind?”
“Not a clue. He gets like that. Uncommunicative, like most men.”
Milo didn’t argue. Alma Reynolds wouldn’t have cared if he had.
She said, “We had our dessert and left. After the way Sil had behaved, I decided to cut my losses with a good book. I asked him to drive me to my apartment, made it clear he was to proceed to his.”
“Both of you live in Santa Monica.”
“Two blocks apart, but any space can be a universe if one wants it to. This was one of the times I wanted it to.”
“Were there lots of those times in your relationship?”
“Not lots,” said Alma Reynolds, “but not a rarity. Sil could be difficult.”
“Like most men.”
“I put up with it because he was a
She took a deep breath through her mouth.
“Oh, well,” she said. “No sense fighting it.”
“Fighting what, ma’am?”
“This.”
Tears streamed down her cheeks. Embedding her hands in her thick, gray hair, she wailed.
Milo took his time, got her to repeat the story.
Rather than drive Alma home, Duboff had veered south to the Bird Marsh. She’d protested, he’d ignored her. A “dispute” ensued, during which she told him to stop obsessing about the marsh. He said the place was his responsibility. She said the damn place was fine. He said don’t refer to it like that. She said, you’re being irrational, nothing the police did caused any serious disturbance, time to move on, Sil.
He ignored her.
Last straw; she blew.
Raising her voice in a way she hadn’t done since her divorce. Letting him know her green credentials were every bit as good as his, he was confusing ecological consciousness with obsessive-compulsive neurosis.
He ignored her.
She ordered him to stop the car.
He kept driving.
If she’d had a cell phone, she would’ve used it, but she didn’t, neither did he. Those towers, no matter what
She
He drove faster.
“What’s gotten into you?”
Pretending she wasn’t there.
“Damn you, Sil! Talk to-”
“There’s something I need to see.”
“What?”
“Something.”
“That’s no answer!”
“It won’t take long, baby-”
“Don’t baby me, you know I despise tha-”
“Afterward we’ll go home and brew some tea-”
“You’ll go to your home and I’ll go to my home, and any tea I drink will be my own damn tea.”
“Suit yourself.”
“You don’t care what I want, do you?”
“Cool the drama, Alma. There’s something I need to see.”
“You’re imprisoning me-that’s psychologically toxic behav-”
“It won’t take long.”
“What won’t?”
“Not important.”
“Then why do you need to see it?”
“Not important to you.”
“What the hell are you talki-”
“Someone called me. Told me the answer was there.”
“The answer to what?”
“What happened.”
“To who?”
“Those women.”
“The women in the-”
“Yes.”
“Who? Who called?”
Silence.
“Who, Sil?”
“They didn’t say.”
“You’re lying, I can always tell.”
Silence.
“Someone calls you out of the clear blue and you comply like a droid?”
Silence.
“This is absurd, Sil, I insist-”
Silence.
“Blind obedience kills the soul-”
“The marsh is what matters.”
“The damn marsh is fine, can’t you get that through your thick skull?”
“Apparently not.”
“Unbelievable. Someone calls, you pant like a lapdog.”
“Maybe that’s what it takes, Alma.”
“What?”
“A dog. That’s how they found the women.”
“Oh, so now you’re a detective. Is that what you want to be, Sil? A uniformed droid?”
“It won’t take long.”
“What am I supposed to do while you nose around?”
“Just sit for a moment. It won’t take long.”
But it did.
Sitting parked on Jefferson, near the east-side entrance, she grew nervous, then scared. Wasn’t ashamed to admit it. Because to be truthful, the place always spooked her, especially at night, and it was spooky on this night, a moonless night, the sky thick and tarry and black.
No one around. No one.
Those stupid condos, abominations of human-centric narcissism, looming down, some of their lights on, but little good did they do, so distant, could well have been on another planet.
Waiting for Sil.
Five minutes. Six, seven, ten, fifteen eighteen.
Where the hell
Fighting her nervousness with anger, she’d learned the technique from a faculty buddy in Oregon who taught
