sixteen million. Dan's Cuban had set up a plan to have the jewels fenced in Venezuela and then have the cash funneled through a bank in the Caymans. Chester had a bank in the Bahamas we were supposed to use-the cash was supposed to come back in the form of a loan to the Herald from this bank, supposedly, only the terms of the loan would be so easy that it was like the Herald never really had to pay it back. The loan deal was all just cover.
'The one part of the Bahamas loan agreement that Chester liked the most was, the loan would only go through if Janet, Eric, and Dan all got off the Herald board, and Tidy and two people from outside the family came on the board, and Stu Torkildson would be the publisher.' Osborne smiled mirthlessly. 'So you tell me, Mr. Private Dick? Where do I get my criminal tendencies from? Huh?'
I said, 'I see your point. So, did you agree to your father's criminal demands, Craig?'
Looking smug, Osborne said, 'I told him he was full of shit and I blew him off. I'd love to have told him the truth. But then Chester would've gone after Dan too soon, and that could've blown the whole deal. I warned Dan that Chester was suspicious and to make sure the source of the Cayman loan couldn't be traced. Dan said the Cuban said it was foolproof, so then I dropped the subject. I figured I'd have to get my satisfaction just from knowing that Chester wasn't getting control of the Herald — that he'd gotten fucked over, even if I couldn't rub his ugly face in it.'
I said, 'But that wasn't the end of it with your father, I guess.'
He shook his head. 'Fuck, no.'
'He came back out here again?'
'In May,' Osborne said. 'A week before Eric was killed '
'What did your father want this time?'
'When the jewels still didn't turn up,' Osborne said, looking me directly in the eye, as he had since my arrival, 'old Chester starts thinking that Dan and Eric and I did do the job, and Dan and Eric have got some kind of last-minute surprise that will squeeze Chester and Stu Torkildson out of the Herald totally. That's how good a judge of people my father is-he thought my straight cousin Eric was in on the hit! Eric was queer, but he was still the straightest guy I ever knew-nuts and berries and grass and trees and all that shit that's supposed to turn Osbornes on, though as for me, you can have it.
'So Chester comes out here in May, and he's ripshit He says he knows something is up, and where the fuck are the jewels? By then, though, see, Dan has told me the fucking jewels are missing. That's what Dan says-they're missing and he's trying to locate them, he says. Since I want to know where the fuck the fucking jewels are myself, I tell Chester, ask Dan where they are. And this is just what Chester needs to hear. It was a fucking dumb thing for me to say-Eric might still be alive if I'd kept my mouth shut-but I was pissed at Dan by then, and at everybody else, and I just didn't give a fuck.'
'So your father went back and confronted Dan?'
Osborne snorted. 'Dan told him to fuck off. Dan denied everthing. He said I was playing head games with Chester to get even with him for how he treated me when I was a kid.'
'How did he treat you?' I said.
Osborne looked at me with his dead eyes and said, 'My father beat the shit out of me every chance he got. He'd do it when my mother wasn't around. Whenever we were alone, he'd pound on me. My mother knew it, but she ignored it.' He watched me with his blank look.
I said, 'I can see why you want revenge.'
'That's what I want.'
'You're getting it at a high price. It looks as if your life is your revenge.'
Now he looked irritated. 'Who the fuck are you, Adolph Freud? Hey, shit, man, do you think I'm too stupid to understand that? Fuck yes, my life is my revenge against my father.'
I said, 'You could have waited until you were bigger than your father and then punched his face in. That's crude and illegal, but people in your situation do it and it sometimes seems to make a difference.'
He said, 'I'm not a patient person.'
'What happened,' I asked, 'after Dan told your father he was mistaken in his suspicions?'
'My father went to Eric.'
'How do you know he did?'
'Dan told me. Eric called Dan one day, Dan told me, and said Chester had been running at the mouth with Eric about some jewel robbery, and asking where were the fucking jewels, and Eric asked Dan what the fuck Chester was talking about. Dan told Eric that this was just some shit I had made up to fuck up my father's head. Then Eric went back to Chester to tell him there was nothing to the jewel-hit story, and my father had one of his violent fits that he has, and killed him.'
I watched Osborne and waited, but he just sat there looking at me as if we were discussing the General Agreement on Tariffs and Trade and it was my turn to add a pertinent thought.
I said, 'You're saying that your father killed Eric impulsively, in a rage of frustration, after Eric-what? Disappointed him by refusing to confess about the sixteen-million-dollar jewel heist that your father was convinced Eric was involved in?'
'That's what set him off,' Osborne said. 'Chester has been famous since he was a kid for beating on people. You must have heard about that from Janet. She knows the story.' I nodded. 'So,' Osborne said, 'old Chester finally beat somebody to death. Too bad for Eric.'
I said, 'And your father admitted this to you?'
'In so many words, he did.'
'What were those words?'
'He told me on the phone a week after Eric was offed that Eric deserved what he got for trying to screw Chester and June by hogging all the credit for saving the Herald with the jewel heist. Chester was still convinced Dan was about to spring something, even though by then Dan had lost control of the jewels. My father also said Eric deserved what he got because Eric was trying to keep the Herald under the control of hippies and socialists, and Chester said their day was past.'
I said, 'That's a powerful expression of sentiment on your father's part, but it's not an admission of guilt.'
'It's as much of an admission as I need,' Osborne said laconically. 'I know my father. That's the other fucking reason I'm telling you this, as a matter of fact. I can't tell all this to the prosecutors or they'll go after Dan. I don't want that-at least not yet. It depends on what my radical cousin did with the jewels. If he gave the jewels to some fucking coffee-pickers' liberation front somewhere-which he has been known to do with Osborne family money-I am going to be extremely pissed off. But I'll wait to hear about that. While you're on Janet's tit, you can go ahead and clear it up for me as to just what became of the goddamn jewels. And the other thing you can do for me, Strachey, is you can fucking nail Chester Osborne for Eric's murder. That's what you can do for me and for the entire human race.'
I sat looking at him and wondering how much of what Osborne had told me was true, how much of it lies, how much of it fantasy fed by his boiling need for revenge.
I said, 'Have you told anyone else, Craig, the story you've told me here this morning?'
He said, 'Just my mother. I called her up on Wednesday and told her there were some things about her husband I thought she needed to know.'
18
Back in Edensburg just after four, I drove directly to Ruth Osborne's house. Now that I had the goods-or what I confidently believed closely resembled the goods-on Dan, I was eager to confront him.
'He's gone,' Timmy said. 'Arlene too.'
'They left a note,' Dale said. 'It just said 'Don't worry about us.' But they didn't say where they went or when they'd be back.'
Timmy and Dale were seated across from each other at the dinner table on the back porch. I could hear Elsie moving about in the kitchen nearby, and Ruth Osborne was outside, fifty feet away, snipping something with a
