here.”
Ruthie’s eyes got wide. I blushed.
“Look at that!” Otis shouted suddenly, knocking his chair over and rushing behind the counter to turn up the volume on the TV
As it happened, Tony wasn’t stepping off an airplane in an exotic country with a suitcase filled with cash. Diver’s working close to the Escanaba dam brought him up to the surface right about noon.
Tony Lento really had turned up dead in the water.
The news got even worse from there. According to the breaking-news anchor, undisclosed evidence collected at the scene of the accident suggested foul play. Everyone at the table turned away from the television and stared at me. Even George.
They thought I was responsible?
I could see it in their eyes.
I kicked back from the table and ran out the door, almost blinded by the tears flooding my eyes. I heard George calling my name, but I didn’t turn back. He chased me to the truck, but I was quick, slamming and locking the door against him.
I kicked up gravel leaving the restaurant parking lot, nearly running George down. By the time I chanced a look back, he was a small dot in my rearview mirror.
Chapter 28
I’D SEEN THEIR FACES AFTER hearing the news. The unspoken questions.
I’d threatened Tony’s life in front of a restaurant filled with witnesses. I’d pulled out a handgun and planted it on the side of Tony’s head. One irrational moment of tampering with evidence by taking the Glock on the ground by the dead guy had led to this.
Friends and acquaintances I’d known for almost a lifetime were turning against me. I saw it happen before my eyes. If my friends no longer believed me, who would? It was too late to turn myself in and hope for the best. I felt like Thelma and Louise all rolled into one, with exactly the same option staring me in the face.
Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
Tampering with evidence, aiding and abetting in the murder of Bob Goodyear, breaking out of jail, destroying government property (Dickey’s truck), threatening Tony with a weapon, and murder one for the killing of same. Had I left anything out? Anything at all? I might as well take the rap for the robbery, too.
Michigan didn’t have the death penalty, but if they did, I’d be tried in a court of law, found guilty, and put to death like an old dog. Why had I messed everything up so badly? I should never have done any of the things I’d done. Kitty wouldn’t be almost dead if it wasn’t for me. My family would be sitting down in a few hours to a nice hot meal. I wouldn’t even mind listening to Grandma Johnson crab, if I could only have things back the way they were.
Twenty miles outside of Stonely I pulled over and cried my eyes out in the back lot of a truck stop. I cried for all of us – especially for Kitty and Blaze. After I stopped hiccupping, I felt better, splashed water on my face in the restroom, gassed up the truck wearing my disguise, and even found a phone, where I called the hospital to check on Kitty.
All they would tell me was that she was still in ICU.
I drove to Escanaba, scolding myself aloud for feeling sorry for myself. “You’re tough as tacks,” I said to me. “You’re smart and brassy and you’re supposed to be solving crimes, not committing them. Get a grip on yourself.”
Flashing police car lights ahead had traffic backed up. The line edged along, moving slowly across Ludington Avenue, a few blocks from the motel. An accident of some sort? I craned my neck to see. A police officer waved traffic around what looked like a police convention up ahead. The truck I’d borrowed from Walter edged along with the rest until I was abreast of the motel.
My hole-in-the-wall was crawling with state troopers.
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“Turn on the TV quick,” I ordered Grandma Johnson when she finally picked up the phone. I was two blocks from the motel, in the back of a place called Chuck’s Bar.
“I have it on,” she said. “This is better than soap operas. I’ve been glued to it so bad I almost wet my pants rather than miss something. I always told you she was trouble, but you wouldn’t listen.”
“What’s happening?”
“Blaze was a good boy until he hooked up with her.”
“Mary? What did Mary do?”
“Not Mary. That Cora Mae. She sweet-talked my grandson into a life of crime.”
“Just tell me what’s going on.”
“It’s on the TV right this minute. That boy news reporter with the cute hair is telling us about it. A motel manager got suspicious about certain activity in one of the rooms, so he called the authorities. They found Blaze and Cora Mae inside one of them. Can you imagine that? Mary’s gonna just die.”
“Cora Mae’s strictly a friend.”
“I’m sure she is,” Grandma said, dripping sarcasm. “That’s why she wore a blond wig and busted him out of the jail. She was Bonnie. And she’s made him Clyde.”
The wig! I’d left it in the motel room. The cops must think she was the one who was wearing it. Could this get any worse?
“What about Fred?”
“He ran off. I was watching him good just like I promised, but he kept running over by Mary. She musta fed him better. Then he disappeared. You have to believe me. I didn’t hurt him.”
“I know that. Wasn’t he in the room with Cora Mae and Blaze?”
“Why would you worry about that rabid animal when your own son is in a heap of trouble?”
Someone up front by the bar flicked on an overhead screen. “You can go right out in the street and watch it,” someone called out. Someone else raised a beer. “But I’d have to leave my Bud behind.”
“I’ve gotta go,” I said to my mother-in-law.
I hung up while Grandma was still talking and I settled in for a hard lesson in friendships. The anchor flipped back and forth, replaying the capture of Blaze and Cora Mae, then panning to another TV6 crew that was running around Stonely interviewing residents.
I found out who my friends were.
Sometimes what you discover surprises you. For example, Walter’s my friend. He might be a tad eccentric with his shotgun greetings and morning happy hours, but he didn’t tell the cops about the truck I was driving. They’d have me by now if he had.
Cora Mae and Kitty are at the top of my friend list. George, I can’t even think about. I saw the uncertainty in his eyes, the doubt cast at me right along with Ruthie and Otis. Even Grandma came through when she had to.
I also found out who never really liked me, because those were the first ones to line up for the TV cameras. I could see Dave and Sue Nenonen in the background, waiting for the news reporter to introduce them. Sue was fussing with her hair to get it just right for her interview. Onni Maki, scrawny self-proclaimed stud muffin, was at the microphone paying me back for the time I zapped him with my stun gun.
“Gertie Johnson was always a little off in the head,” Onni said, trying for a seductive grin for any available women who might be watching. It made him look more like a convicted sexual predator than Romeo. “You can’t do nothin’ about bad genes,” he said into the microphone. “Poor Blaze didn’t have a fighting chance from the day he was born. They oughta take it easy on him cuz of his upbringing.”
It was Dave’s turn. “Every time she came into the credit union, I’d watch her close,” he said. “She had a sneaky look about her, like she was looking for trouble. Well, she found it this time.”
Sue stood next to her husband, stiff as a statue, her face frozen in terror. She was fighting a losing battle with a bad case of stage fright.
