done anything wrong. But I can damn well have her brought in. And let her know that we’re onto her.”
“Thanks. And what about Charlie and Gabby, Sherwood?” They were exposed. I felt a drumming of alarm.
He sighed. “Don’t worry about them. I have a car watching their apartment. Twenty-four/seven. I’m actually handling the late shift on that. I’m heading home now.”
“Okay, thanks, Sherwood. Thanks.”
“One last thing…,” the detective said, and took a long pause. “You know those chickens Susan Pollack was raising behind the house?”
“Yeah,” I replied, wondering why he would bring them up. “Her buddies…”
“The detective I sent up there said he found them. Apparently they’re all dead. Throats cut. You know what that means, don’t you, doc?”
“Yeah.” I felt a shiver travel through me. “I know what it means.”
It meant whatever Susan Pollack was planning, she wasn’t planning on going back there again.
Chapter Sixty-Six
A fter we hung up, I remained on the bench, staring out over the cliffs, sure that something terrible was about to happen.
Cooley. Greenway. Charlie’s old girlfriend in Michigan. Zorn.
Evan.
It was like this whole thing had been some kind of long, orchestrated countdown leading directly to Charlie. And if Susan Pollack was there-an “if,” but one I felt sure about-it meant whatever the countdown was leading to was happening now.
I had to warn Charlie and Gabby about this.
“Dude!”
I looked up, shaken from my thoughts, and saw Dev, the panhandler.
He was in his usual worn Seahawks cap, the same old woolen plaid shirt over his straggly carpenter’s pants, with beat-up sneakers. “How’s it going, Jay?” He lit up a smoke.
This time, his overly familiar use of my name rubbed me the wrong way. And anyway, he was about the last person I needed to deal with right then. I realized how foolish it had been to make him a part of what was going on. I shrugged, barely meeting his gaze. “Just watching the birds.”
“The birds are gone, I hear. Cleared out everywhere. Used to be all over the damn place… Now look at them. Like everything around here. Gone. Maybe they got a sixth sense or something… So, hey, I was wondering, you ever find that dude?”
I shook my head. “No, I didn’t.” Then I remembered I still owed him some money. I reached in my pocket. I wasn’t even sure if he had followed through or not.
“Nah…” He waved me off. “Save it, man.” He took a drag off his cigarette. “You gave me enough already. I didn’t do much for it. Anyway, I’m cutting town.”
The guy was just being friendly, but he was the last thing I needed right now. Anyway, I’d brought it on myself. “Leaving?” I tried to act surprised and looked around. “All this?”
“Yeah.” He laughed. “Paradise, huh? Isn’t that what they say? Look around, Jay. Nothing but busted dreams around here. Anyway, my reasons for relocation here are coming to an end.”
Reasons for his relocation. I tried to read the smile upon his face. “Where you heading?”
“East.” He shrugged. “Who knows, maybe New York.”
That surprised me. “I’m from New York,” I said.
“That right?” Dev grinned, one as wrinkled as his trousers. This gave me the uneasy feeling that I was telling him something he already knew. “Maybe I’ll look you up there.” He smiled.
Something in his slate-colored eyes locked on mine. He was making me uncomfortable, and what I needed to think about was what Sherwood had just told me, not him. “Maybe you will.”
The guy just stood there for a while, like a bent stick, his clothes ripped and way too big for him, and took another drag on his butt. The conversation had gone on about as long as it was meant to.
“Well, adios,” I said. “I have to get back. I wish you luck.”
I was about to put out my hand; then I hesitated. He didn’t seem to want it anyway. He just smiled at me with an odd steadiness, which at first I thought was just the sum of the million differences between us but later realized was something far more.
He took a final drag off the cigarette and tossed it on the path. He rubbed it out with his sneaker.
“See you around, doc.”
Chapter Sixty-Seven
H e backed down the pathway with a wave. I watched him go, his hands in his pockets, stopping a couple along the way to hit them up for a little cash. He pocketed some change and, pleased, seemed to look my way once more. Then he disappeared around the bend.
That remark about back east- Maybe I’ll look you up there -didn’t sit well with me at all.
I’d let things go way beyond where they should’ve.
I glanced at my watch-it was going on seven P.M. I thought about calling home but didn’t want to worry anyone. I figured I’d shower and change and head over to Charlie’s. Check out the protection Sherwood had arranged for them.
A nervousness ground in my stomach, and it took maybe thirty seconds until it hit me just what it was.
What Dev had said as he walked away. See you around, doc.
My head suddenly throbbed. I wasn’t sure, but I couldn’t recall ever telling him I was a doctor.
I sat there, going back over my three interactions with him. The first time we met, in my first few days of being there, he had come up to me, asking for a handout. For Veterans Day. Every day is Veterans Day when you’re looking for something to eat! You’re in my office, brother.
“Brother,” “doc”… Maybe they were both just similar expressions of familiarity.
The next time he’d been cozier, asked what I was reading. End of Days, huh? Now there’s a book I can surely relate to. My life’s resembled the End of Days for years!
Or had I asked him how things were going? I couldn’t recall.
But if he had wanted to find me, I wasn’t hard to spot.
If he’d been somehow interested in Charlie.
I was taking my brother around, getting involved with the police. I’d even accompanied Sherwood when we went to see Susan Pollack.
And then to Pelican Bay!
Suddenly my heart started racing. I ramped back to all the things Dev had said to me. One in particular hit home: Days ago, when I gave him the thirty bucks and joked about his getting out of town, he’d come back that he had been recently.
Out of town.
This time my heart jumped like a needle indicating a seismic tremor.
Michigan. That was where he said he’d been. Seeing an old friend.
In Michigan.
Where Sherry Ann Frazier had been killed.
Suddenly that tremor rocketed around inside me like an 8.0!
I put my hands to the sides of my head, desperately trying to recall the voice I had heard on the phone in my hotel room, the man who had threatened me. The one who had left the lit cigarette outside my door. My heart was pounding now. Yes, it could be. I’d never even thought in that direction. Why would I have? But there was a
