“About being different,” she said, looking at me cautiously.
“About his being gay.”
She nodded. “Maybe, if it was now, attitudes are different, you know?”
I nodded.
“But even now, our dad probably wouldn’t have understood. And you know what? Lawrence would never have held that against him. ’Cause he knew our father was such a good man, with a good heart. It wouldn’t have been in our father to understand something like that. Lawrence would have accepted that, wouldn’t even have bothered his father with it. Lawrence doesn’t need anybody’s acceptance. He’s who he is.”
“I know,” I said.
She shook her head again, then appeared thoughtful for a moment, like she was trying to remember something. “Mr. Walker, what did you say your first name was?”
“Zack.”
“Oh my.”
“What?” I said.
“Lawrence, he’s been kind of in and out, you know. They’ve got him on painkillers. But he’s been asking for you. He’s been saying your name.”
“Asking for me?”
“He keeps saying ‘Zack.’ And things that don’t make sense.”
“Like what?”
“You should see him. You should come in.”
“I don’t think they’re going to believe I’m family,” I said.
She smiled at that, and it was a beautiful smile. Letitia glanced over at the nurses’ station, didn’t see anyone looking our way, and led me through the door into the ICU.
We slipped quietly past the other patients, who were in varying stages of disrepair, and when we got to the far side of the room, I could see around the curtain.
He looked bad.
There were tubes running in and out of him, monitors beside and above him, and I didn’t understand what any of it meant. But you didn’t have that much hardware hooked up to you unless it was pretty damn serious.
“Hey, man,” I said.
His eyes were closed, his head back on the pillow. Letitia moved in close to him. “Larry,” she whispered. “He’s here. The man you were asking for. Zack. Zack is here.”
One eye half fluttered open, went closed again.
“It’s okay,” I said. “We should just let him rest.”
“No,” Letitia said to me. “It sounded important, what he wanted to tell you.”
Now I leaned in a bit closer. “Lawrence, it’s Zack. Your sister says you wanted to give me some sort of a message. So, like, I’m here. But you take your time.”
The one eye fluttered open again, landed on me, tried to focus. Now the other eye struggled to open.
“Ohhhhh,” he said quietly.
“Yeah, you must be hurtin’,” I said.
He grimaced, rolled his head back and forth on the pillow. “Zack,” he said, barely more than a whisper.
“Yeah, I’m here. You kind of made a mess of my feature, you know? Getting yourself hurt this way, it kind of changed the angle. You shouldn’t have gone and done that on me.”
“Watch,” he said.
“Huh? What did you say, Lawrence?”
“He said ‘watch,’ ” Letitia said.
“Watch?” I shrugged. “What do you mean, Lawrence? What watch? Somebody’s watch?”
“Out,” he said, his eyes closing for a second.
“Watch out?” I said. “Is that what you’re trying to say? Watch out?” I glanced at Letitia.
Lawrence tried to swallow. Letitia held a straw that led down into a glass of water up to his mouth. A sip of water went down and he took a couple of breaths.
“After,” he said, looking at me now. “You.”
“What are you saying, Lawrence?
He closed his eyes again, exhausted.
“I think what he’s saying,” Letitia said, “is watch out, they’re after you, too.”
That was kind of the way I’d read it, too.
22
“MY BEST GUESS,” said Otto, “is the battery cells.”
I’d grabbed another cab from the hospital back to the auto repair shop and was standing with Otto out in the parking lot next to the Virtue, which had spent quite a bit of time inside the shop during the day, but was now back outside.
“I tried and tried to get it to do what you said it did,” Otto said. “There was only one time it wouldn’t start, wouldn’t do a damn thing. So I checked all the wiring to the cells, saw one I thought looked like it was loose, and fixed it. Couldn’t get it to act up after that, so that may have done the trick, but shit, you should probably take this thing to a Virtue dealer where they got a better handle on this car than I got.”
“I’ll consider that.”
Otto smiled, shoved a cigarette between his lips. “I did a search on the net, too, where people talk about the cars they got? One guy, has one of these, had the same problem, and he’d jiggle the transmission shifter thing, like there might be a short in there, and sometimes that worked. I don’t know. Try it out, if it doesn’t start again, bring it back.”
“How will I bring it back if it doesn’t start?” I asked Otto.
His eyes went to slits. “That one of those chicken-and-egg questions?”
I got in the car, found the key in the ignition. The engine started on the first turn. “That’s a hopeful sign,” I said.
“I got your bill inside,” Otto reminded me, before I pulled away.
Driving back to the paper, I couldn’t stop thinking about what Lawrence Jones had tried to tell me with the help of his sister. His suggestion, that I needed to watch out because “they” were after me, too, was more than a tad unnerving.
Who would be after
I could imagine someone going after Lawrence. He was in a line of work where you encountered the odd bad guy. He’d been following those guys in the Annihilator. He’d probably pissed off a lot of people when he was a cop. Maybe somewhere along the line, as a private detective, he’d made life tough for some philandering husband he’d caught in the act.
But what did anyone have against me? Who would also have it in for Lawrence?
And I thought back to those guys in the black SUV. What if they’d figured out Lawrence and I had been the ones following them that night? That those shots fired at their SUV had come from us?
Even if they’d had some way to trace the license plate on the Buick, Lawrence had told me he’d put bogus plates on the car, just to keep that kind of thing from happening. So how would they even have found him?
I thought of the specific words that Lawrence, lying in his hospital bed, hooked up to umpteen wires, had said.
Watch. Out. After. You.
When I got up to my desk in the
“Trimble.”
“Detective Trimble, Zack Walker here.”
