one another. It’s pretty far off the beaten path and all, being as the Upper Valentine don’t go nowhere no more.”
“What with the bridge out and all,” Mimi muttered under her breath, aping his thick accent.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
“Yeah, well, nothing’s pretty well what I thought I heard,” he said.
Mimi hauled the kayak up onto the shore on the opposite bank from him. “Look,” she said. “I didn’t mean to be rude just now. I’m having a really bad day. Okay?”
“Happens,” he said, nodding his head vigorously. “Seen a few of ’em myself.”
Quite a few, she thought. But his face didn’t seem so malevolent, now that there was a stream between them. There was a bit of a twinkle in his dark eyes. And the dog seemed to like him.
“You can let her go,” Mimi said. “I’m not afraid of dogs. Just don’t like it when they attack.”
Peters let go of the dog, which immediately tore off toward the road. For some reason, Mimi felt more vulnerable now that there was just the two of them. She wrapped her arms more tightly about her.
“I’ll leave you to get yourself sorted out,” he said. “You know where I am if you need anything.”
“Paradise,” she said.
“Right.” He laughed. Then he tipped an imaginary hat and turned to walk back to his truck, bending to grab at a stalk of grass as he walked.
“Mr. Peters,” she called.
He turned. “Call me Stooley,” he shouted back to her across the little stream.
“Stooley,” she said. “Have you seen anyone poking around here?”
“Poking around?”
“Yeah,” she said. “You know, just hanging around the snye.”
He scratched his head. “Well, there’s the Page boy, of course.”
“Not him. Someone else.”
“What kind of someone?”
Mimi shrugged. This was getting nowhere. “Someone’s been kind of…” What was she supposed to say? “You know, messing with stuff.”
“You have anything stole?”
“Yeah.”
He pursed his lips. “Well, if it’s big stuff, I’d say call the police. But maybe it’s just a prank, eh? Kids, you know.”
Right. Kids.
She realized, too late, that it had been a mistake to ask him a question. He had taken it as an invitation and was heading back toward her, about to cross the snye.
“Well, thanks, anyway,” she said. “I’ve got to be going now.”
He stopped, up to his ankles in the stream. “If I see anything, I’ll be sure to let you know.” He tapped his brow with his finger. “I’ll keep an eye out,” he said.
But she could tell well enough what he was keeping an eye out for.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
The idea came to Cramer at the computer store, as he was tearing the hard drive out of an old PC. He abandoned the job, the electronic guts spread out all over his workplace, and went online to the Mac site, where he surfed for a few minutes. Then he sat back down at his desk, deep in thought.
“You okay, Cramer?”
It was Hank. He had just come into the back room with a handful of invoices.
“Oh, yeah. I was just daydreaming.”
Hank chuckled. “Well, it’s good to see you not doing something for a change.”
“Sorry.”
Hank waved off the apology, a good-natured expression on his face. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay holding down the fort next week?”
“Absolutely,” said Cramer. “Really, I was just-”
“Just taking a wee break,” said Hank. “People do take breaks, young man.”
“Thanks,” said Cramer, returning his attention to the job in front of him. But not all of his attention.
Working day and night didn’t leave much room in Cramer’s life for more than daydreaming. But, finally, Saturday came and he had the day before him, although he had to be at the plant by eight. When he woke up around noon, Mavis was out. He was glad. He didn’t want any confrontations, not today. He made his way down Butchard’s Creek and out onto the Eden, enjoying more than ever the freedom of the moment and filled with anticipation of what lay ahead. As much as he longed to see Mimi, he was almost hoping she wouldn’t be there. The sooner he had a chance to get into her house, the better. He was going to get the ball rolling. It was time to make a move.
There were curtains up. They hadn’t been there last time. Yellow curtains, open for the day. There also seemed to be a party going on. A white Toyota Camry was parked behind Mimi’s car, and loud music was coming from the place.
He circled the house by cover of the brush. But after a while he ventured nearer, drawn by the music, the laughter, until he was crouching under the kitchen window.
There were only three people, as far as he could tell: Jay, Mimi, and another female. They were in the front room. He peeked over the sill. The table was littered with dishes. Then a girl wandered into the kitchen, heading toward the bathroom.
Cramer ducked out of sight and slid down the wall to a crouching position. Iris Xu. Did that mean she and Jay were still together?
Somebody whooped with laughter. Cramer swatted at a mosquito. They were thicker near the ground, in the shadows. Then he heard voices entering the kitchen, and he skedaddled to the brush behind the shed. Taking a wide berth, he made his way back toward the snye. He was almost at the stream when he heard the back door opening and he hid behind a tree.
It was Mimi. She was in the yellow sundress she’d been wearing in the documentary on her JVC. One of the thin straps hung across her arm. Her feet were bare, her arms heavy with colorful bangles. She was alone. And Cramer allowed himself to believe she had known he was there. She had sensed his presence, sensed the power of his attraction to her. He had wished her outside and she had come. It was a sign. His luck was turning.
She walked away from the house, down the lawn-down toward him-punching in a number on her cell phone. Cramer held his breath, pressed himself against the trunk of the tree.
“I got your message,” she said, so near, it was almost as if she were talking to him, as if she knew he was the one who had scribbled his sentiments on the dewy windshield of her car.
“Yes, all the messages,” she said, her voice testy.
He hoped it wasn’t him she was talking to, not like that.
“No… No, you listen to me for a change.”
But the person on the other end of the line didn’t seem to want to listen. Cramer dared to look. She was three or four meters away, hunched over her phone, her free hand covering her other ear, the better to concentrate. Her hair concealed her face.
“Yes,” she said. “I hear you. I hear you loud and clear!”
She grumbled. “So? So? You were worried. Fine. You wanted to know I’d arrived safely. Fine. I get it. Thanks. But you know what, Lazar? That might have been genuinely touching if you had phoned just the once and left a message. But you phoned twenty times, and you know what occurred to me? I’ll tell you. It occurred to me that you weren’t phoning to see if I was okay, Lazar. You were phoning because you were not okay. Because-”
But she didn’t get any further. And as Cramer watched, her body stiffened.
“There is no way,” she said. She laughed but there wasn’t any humor in it. “There is no fucking way!”
