“They found a van this morning, in a field. Four boys were shot. One of them is Charley. Oh, God, Daddy!” She started sobbing again. “How can this have happened? Who could possibly want to hurt Charley? He was the greatest guy ever.”
“Are you absolutely sure it was Charlie? Has anyone identified the body?”
She was having trouble catching her breath.
“It’s him, Dad. All four boys were killed.”
“I’m so sorry, Kitten,” I said. “I’m so very sorry.”
We went on like that awhile. Somewhere in there she said, “I wish you could have met him. You would have liked him.”
“I know I would have,” I lied.
She cried some more and I remained on the phone until she was all cried out. I asked if there was anything I could do.
She said, “Is there any way you’d consider coming to the funeral?”
“Of course I will,” I said. “Just tell me when and where.”
I wasn’t worried about being recognized as Callie’s date from the Grantline Bar & Grill the night before. For one thing, all eyes were on Callie. For another, I’d worn elevator shoes that added three inches to my height, a brown wig, glasses and a full beard. The beard covered the scar on my face, and the clothes I wore are long gone. The guns were cleaned and currently in Sal’s possession. There was nothing to tie me to the scene.
Kathleen and I spent the day quietly, commiserating about Kimberly. I had to bite my lip a dozen times as Kathleen kept asking the same questions Kimberly had posed about poor, sweet, wonderful Charlie. It pissed me off that Kathleen assumed the kid she’d never met had been a choir boy. I mean, when four boys are murdered gangland style, wouldn’t you naturally assume there might be something amiss? I kept reminding myself that Kathleen was a civilian. She had no instincts or training that would lead her to suspect that Charlie had murdered one woman and raped a dozen others. I remained neutral on the subject of Charlie, knowing that in the days to come most of the sordid details would be revealed in the news. But I knew I could never tell Kathleen about my involvement in his death, despite the fact that by killing Charlie, Callie and I had saved Kimberly and countless other women. No matter how deep Kathleen and my relationship grew, this would be yet another terrible secret I’d have to keep from her.
“Donovan, is there anything you can do?” she said.
“You mean like trying to find out who did it?”
“Or at least get some updated information for Kimberly. I’m sure it would make her feel better.”
“That’s a good idea,” I said. “I’ll put Lou Kelly on it.”
Lou is my right-hand man, the guy that heads up my support team for Sensory Resources. Lou’s geek squad would be able to provide me with up-to-the-minute information from the sheriff's department.
All afternoon the calls went back and forth between Lou and me. By eight p.m. the investigation had made enough progress to give Kimberly a credible report.
“I know you’re hurting honey, but I called in some favors and did some checking. You can’t tell anyone about this, because it’s privileged, but I’ve got some information about the shooting.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” She sounded painfully subdued.
“I’ve got to warn you, you’re probably not going to like what I have to say.”
“Then it’s probably a pack of lies.”
Well, at least there was still a spark there. “It might be, honey, but the evidence they’ve gathered is pretty strong against the boys.”
She was quiet, bristling a little.
“It’s up to you, Kimberly.”
“I want to hear it,” she said. “I’ll find out eventually, so I may as well know now.”
“All right, then. I’ll start talking, and if it gets to be too much, just tell me and I’ll stop. Here goes: all four of the
