what is that?” and ending only with them saying good-bye when her parents (her mother, actually) picked her up at the police station. The third and fourth pages held computer-generated diagrams of relative positions: car, body, moonlight, the man’s belongings, the stake.
“Thank you,” I said.
“You’re welcome, Mr. Turner. Is there anything else?”
“Tell you the truth, I don’t know. I’m kind of overwhelmed here.” I had another look. “This is great.” After a moment I said, “Seth told me you and he aren’t dating.”
“Seth and I are friends.”
“Friends. That’s one of those words that can mean different things to different people.”
“Words are like that.” She smiled at me. “Aren’t they?”
“He also told me his girlfriend-what’s her name, again?”
“Emily.”
“That Emily isn’t too happy about you and Seth spending so much time together.”
“Imagine that.” A couple of bells sounded somewhere in her instrument panel. She glanced briefly down. “Do you know what a truffle is, Mr. Turner?”
“More or less, I think.”
“They’re tubers. They grow underground, on the roots of trees that have spent years earning their place, struggling for it, working their way up into the light. The tuber lives off the tree and gives nothing back.”
“Okay.”
“Emily is a truffle.”
“Doc Oldham takes care of most ever’thing medical ’round here.”
“Even had a look at Danny Bartlett’s cows last year when they came up frothing at the mouth,” Don Lee said. “Been known to pull a tooth or two, need be.”
“He had a few choice words to say about my bothering him, but he’s on his way.”
“I could have gone to see him.”
“I offered. Said he had to come into goddamn town anyway, he just hadn’t goddamn it planned on it being so goddamn early.”
“Barks a lot, does he?”
The sheriff nodded as the door opened and, borne on a flood of badinage, Doc Oldham entered. “Goddamn it, Bates, what’s the matter with you, you can’t handle a simple thing like this without hollering for help. This here your city boy?”
Boy -though we were much of an age. I nodded, which seemed the safest way to go at the time.
The sheriff introduced us.
“Don’t talk much, does he?”
“You looked like you had more to say. I figured I’d best just wait till you wound down.”
“I don’t wind dowm. I ain’t wound down in sixty-some years now and I don’t aim to start. What the hell, you got coffee here to offer a man or not?” Don Lee was already pouring one, and handed it over. “Worked up to Memphis, I’m told.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You like it?”
“The city, or the work?”
“Both.”
“I liked the work. The city, I got to liking less and less.”
“’Spect you did. Saw things from the other side for a spell too, I hear.”
“Didn’t much like that either.”
“Make the city look right tame?”
“Most ways it was the city-just a smaller version. Same tedium, same hierarchies, same violence and rage.”
“Goddamn it, Bates, I will say one thing for you. You send for help, at least you got the decent good sense to bring in someone able to find his own head in the dark.”
The sheriff nodded.
“And he ain’t talkin’ all the time like some others. Momma brought him up right.”
“Actually, sir, it was my sister. Our mother passed when I was five.”
“How much older was your sister?”
“She was sixteen.”
“Good woman?”
“The best. Lives out in Arizona now, has three kids.”
“Bringing up her second family.”
I nodded.
“My folks disappeared when I was fifteen,” Doc said. “We never did find out what became of them. There were two kids younger than me, one older. I was the one took care of us. It’s a miracle, but we all turned out all right.”
“That’s what families are all about.”
“Used to be, anyhow.” He finished his coffee, put the mug down on the desk, and slid it towards Don Lee, who went to refill it. “You wanna put some goddamn sugar in this one to kill the taste?” Doc said. Then to me: “What’d you need?”
“Considering what I have, just about anything would be welcome.”
“You read the file?”
“Sheriff Bates showed it to me.”
“Don’t know as I can add much to what’s there.”
“You didn’t do the autopsy yourself, right?”
“Just the preliminary. Autopsy gets done up to the capital. Technically speaking I’m just coroner. Hereabouts that’s an elected position, doesn’t even require medical training.”
Don Lee began, “It’s an important-”
“It’s political bullshit’s what it is. Nobody else would take it, and for damn good reason.”
“The body had been there a while, you said.”
“Been there alive for some time before he was there dead, and that was three, four days.”
“The stake had been driven in there?”
“No way. Where he lay’d be my guess. Someone mopped up as best he could. Lot of blood trace still. The bedding was rolled. Makes me think maybe he’d come back, laid down to rest thinking he’d go back out.”
“So the body got moved.”
“Absolutely. Some point after the stake went in-dead or almost, really no way to tell-he got wired to that trellis.”
“Blood and skin under his nails?”
“Looked to be. Could just be dirt, grease.”
“Maybe that’ll give us something. I assume State’ll do blood typing, run the DNA?”
“Blood, yes. Anything heavier’n that gets shipped out to Little Rock or Memphis, one of the big labs.”
“You’re saying be patient.”
“Be very patient.”
“Nothing else?”
I looked around the room in turn. Bates shook his head, as did Don Lee.
“One thing I have been thinking on,” Doc said.
“Okay.”
“This man’s been out there, on the street, a while.”
“Three, four months at least. Probably a lot longer.”
“So how’s it come about he has soft hands?”
