to the Skard family-only rule. When you think about it, the man was a damn good judge of character. Could spot a useful psychopathic scumbag a mile away.”
“You find out who Saul’s ‘daughters’ were?”
“Maybe new Mapleshade grads doing an internship? Who knows? They were gone when we got there, and I’d be damn surprised if they reappeared.”
This sounded to Gurney like some form of reassurance, but even in his gentle Dilaudid haze it didn’t entirely reassure him. The feeling created an awkward silence. Finally Gurney asked, “You find anything of interest on the premises?”
“Of interest? Oh, yeah, definitely. Lots of interesting videos. Young ladies describing their favorite activities in detail. Some sick shit.
Gurney nodded. “Anything else?”
Hardwick raised his arms in an exaggerated shrug. “Might have been. Who knows? You do your best to keep track of everything. But sometimes stuff just disappears. Never gets inventoried. Gets accidentally destroyed. You know how it is.”
Neither of them said anything for a few seconds.
Hardwick looked thoughtful, then amused. “You know, Gurney, you’re a more fucked-up guy than most people realize.”
“Aren’t we all?”
“Hell no! Take me, for example. I
“If you’re well balanced…” Normally Gurney could have ended the sentence with a smart rebuttal, but the Dilaudid was getting in the way, and his voice just trailed off.
The two men held each other’s gaze for a moment longer, and then Hardwick took a step toward the door. “Well, I’ll be seeing you around, okay?”
“Sure.”
He started to leave, then turned back for a moment. “Relax, Sherlock. Everything’s cool.”
“Thanks, Jack.”
Sometime after Hardwick left, Madeleine returned to the room, carrying a small container of coffee. Wrinkling her nose at it, she laid it on a metal table in the corner.
Gurney smiled. “Not very good?”
She didn’t answer. Instead she came to the side of the bed and took both of his hands in hers and held them tightly.
She stood there next to him, just like that, holding his hands, for a long while.
It could have been a minute or an hour. He couldn’t tell.
All he was truly aware of was her steady, perceptive, loving smile-the smile that was hers alone.
It enveloped him, warmed him, delighted him like nothing else on earth.
He was amazed that anyone who saw everything so clearly, who had all the light of the world in her eyes, saw in him something worthy of such a smile.
It was a smile that could make a man believe that life was good.
Acknowledgments
When I finished my first novel,
My good fortune was confirmed when the book was acquired by Crown’s Rick Horgan, a marvelous editor.
Today I continue to be blessed by the guidance and support of these honest, smart, and talented people. Their ideal combination of perceptive criticism and heartening enthusiasm made my new novel,
Rick, Molly, Paul, Lucy-thank you!
About the Author
After a successful career in the advertising industry, John Verdon retired with his wife, Naomi, to the rural mountains of upstate New York-an ironically tranquil environment for creating the Dave Gurney series of thrillers.
