“I hope I’m not too late. I got here as soon as I could.”
“I’m sorry. Are you here to attend a wedding?”
“Yes.” Wasn’t it obvious?
“Which one?”
“ Penny and…” He couldn’t remember his name. “…Gary.”
“You’re in luck. They’re changing their clothes. Then they have to get their license across the street at one o’clock. They’ll be getting married after that.”
Alfred felt momentary relief. Then a letdown. Then panic. He had to get out of there before they saw him. He turned and opened the door, calling over his shoulder, “I’ve got to get something to eat. I’ll be back at one.”
Penny looked at herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw. The knee-length white dress with the fringe was a size eight, something she had never been before as an adult. She wouldn’t put the hat on yet. She wanted to save it for the actual wedding. Something should be a surprise for him.
She walked out of the dressing room just as Gary walked out of an adjoining one. He looked very handsome in his blue suit and tie and short, sandy hair. If she weren’t convinced before that they were doing the right thing, watching him look fondly at her and feeling his firm grip as he took her hand did it.
“What a good looking couple you are,” the receptionist said.
She probably said that to all the hundreds of couples who passed through this wedding mill, but nevertheless, it was nice to hear.
“Your friend was just here,” that woman continued. “He said he’ll be back at one for the wedding.”
“Friend?” Penny said, confused. Nobody even knew that they were getting married today, let alone where. She glanced at Gary. He looked equally baffled.
“He said he just got here. He was dressed a little…informally. Maybe he’s got some other clothes in his car.”
“Are you sure he’s not here for another wedding?” Penny giggled. “Nobody knows we’re getting married today.”
“He said the wedding of Penny and Gary.”
They exchanged bewildered looks.
“Did he tell you his name?” Penny asked.
“No.”
“Can you describe him?” Gary asked.
“ Well, he’s about your age but quite a bit shorter. He has longish brown hair and a beard. He was wearing a T-shirt and sneakers. And he has a potbelly.”
“That doesn’t ring a bell,” Penny said.
Gary shook his head. “I don’t have any friends with beards. Well, if he shows up at one o’clock, I guess we’ll find out. Let’s go get our license.”
He took her hand, again, and they walked across the street to the courthouse.
CHAPTER 6
Alfred could see Penny and Gary standing at the top of the courthouse steps across the street, talking to another couple. A couple probably also waiting for a marriage license. The four were partially hidden by one of the marble columns in front of the building. They weren’t looking in his direction.
He carefully got out of his car and walked back to the chapel, keeping an eye on the foursome. When he entered through the glass door, the same receptionist looked at him. This time she wasn’t smiling. She must have told them about him, and they drew a blank. He needed to regain her confidence.
He gave her a big grin and said, “Penny and Gary are going to be so surprised to see me. They aren’t expecting me here at all.”
“What did you say your name was?” The woman looked skeptical.
“Jack. Jack London.” It was the first name he came up with. He hoped it didn’t sound too fake.
“They’re certainly going to be surprised to see you. Maybe you should go across the street and tell them you’re here.”
“Good idea. I will in a minute. But first, I just want to say what a nice thing you’re doing.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t understand.”
“By marrying them. After all, Gary is trying to start over. This will give him the opportunity.”
She looked puzzled.
“I guess you don’t know the story. There’s no reason why he would tell you. And after all, what else could he do?”
“I’m not following you.”
“He killed his parents. Back in Kentucky. They deserved it. They had been beating him for years. He got out of there and came west to start a new life. In California and Nevada, nobody cares about your past. But, of course, they don’t see it that way in Kentucky. They’re still looking for him back there.”
The woman was staring at him with her mouth open, glancing at the telephone on the counter in front of her. Had he said enough to impel her to action?
“I don’t want to alarm you. I don’t think he’s dangerous. But, of course, you never know. Once you’ve killed someone, it’s easier the next time.”
“Where in Kentucky did this happen?”
“Er…Berea.” It was the only place Alfred could think of in Kentucky-the place where his father had been born. “Please don’t tell Penny. She doesn’t know any of this. And as I said, I don’t think she’s in danger. Maybe I’ve said too much. I’m going across the street to let them know I’m here.”
He turned toward the door and looked at her one more time before he stepped outside. She had picked up the receiver of the phone and was already dialing. Good.
The sun was shining as only a high desert sun can shine, and the day had warmed up nicely. Gary took off his suit coat so he wouldn’t get too sweaty. He glanced at his watch. It wouldn’t be long now.
He might have felt funny waiting here with Penny on the courthouse steps, with both of them dressed in their wedding clothes, if another couple hadn’t been doing the same thing. Apparently this was normal for Reno.
A uniformed policeman walked up the steps toward them. Well, this was the courthouse. He was undoubtedly here as a witness for a trial. Gary thought he was going to walk around them to the front entrance when he stopped and said, “Which one of you is Gary Blanchard?”
“I am,” Gary said.
“I need to ask you a few questions. Come with me, please.”
“Questions about what?”
“I’ll let you know when we get to the police station.”
“But-”
“I don’t want to have to put the cuffs on you.”
“What’s going on?” Penny asked, fear in her voice.
“Routine questions,” the officer said.
“I’m going along.” Penny walked down the steps with them.
“Sorry, miss. Can’t take you in the patrol car.”
“Where’s the police station?”
“On Second Street. Up that way and turn right.”
“Keys. I don’t have the car keys,” Penny almost screamed.
