with his grandfather must have seemed like a much better deal for him.”
“Damn,” I said. “So that’s when Maven and Razniewski picked him up.”
“They called in and drove him back to St. Ignace. Steele and Haggerty drove him and his mother back home that night.”
“Mrs. Steele remembers all this?”
“Her husband kept going back. Even after Haggerty transferred to Marquette, Steele would stop in every few weeks to see how the kid was doing. He tried to get Family Services involved, but I guess nothing ever came of it.”
“This is the cop who tried to help him, you’re saying. And years later, this is how he gets repaid.”
“Obviously, young Mr. Bergman saw things a little differently.”
“So I get how he’d remember Steele’s name,” I said, “especially if he kept coming by. But what about the other three? He gets picked up, driven back part of the way, then driven back home in another car. How does he remember all four names?”
“If he’s a smart enough kid, and it means enough to him, he remembers. And if he remembers, he can go back and find them later if he really wants to.”
“You’re right about that,” I said, thinking about how much information Leon was able to find on the Internet in a matter of seconds.
“But it was all about him,” she said. “That’s the thing. This kid trying to escape and getting taken back. The whole business with his grandfather, that was secondary. That’s why we never saw the connection with Razniewski and Maven. They had nothing to do with the arrest, but everything to do with what happened to Bobby Bergman.”
“So what about that list I found at Wiley’s house? Where did it come from?”
“It was just three names, right? Steele, Haggerty, and Razniewski. No Maven.”
“Yeah?”
“Think about it.”
I did. About a minute later, I let out a long breath and banged my good hand on the glass beside me.
“The agent who came out to question him,” I said. “He told them those names. Wiley didn’t know anything about it until then.”
“I’m not sure if he told him the specific names or not, but it doesn’t even matter. If he just said there’s been some former state police officers killed up north, Wiley could have found out the names on his own. It’s not like they were secret.”
“You’re right. Just search through the newspapers up here for the last few months. He’s writing the names down. They start to look familiar-Steele and Haggerty, at least. So then he looks through his old court records and makes the connection.”
“He knows his grandson is still up here…”
“So he starts thinking, what the hell’s going on? Maybe he even calls him?”
“Maybe. Either way, he ends up down in his basement. That’s when he sees exactly what his grandson’s been working on.”
“What about the fire?” I said. “Do you think Bergman set it to kill his father?”
“I don’t know, although it’s kinda funny how that fire happened right as he was going away to college,” she said. “And if you think about it, that kid sure had a gift for making crimes look like something else.”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t bet against it.”
Another mile of silence.
“So that’s how he dealt with his life,” I said. “He turned it into a movie.”
“If it’s a movie, it’s not really happening.”
“God damn…”
“The scene with Olivia Maven got ruined, by the way.”
“Yeah?”
“The film was overexposed.”
“I think that was my fault,” I said. “Too bad.”
She looked over at me. “Your scene, on the other hand, came out just fine.”
“So you told me. Did you and Agent Fleury have popcorn while you were watching it?”
“I’m glad you can joke about it.”
“What else am I going to do?”
Another minute of silence.
“I have it on my laptop,” she said.
“What?”
“That old film is fragile, so we made a digital copy. I can show you it if you want me to.”
“Are you serious?”
“It’s up to you. You’ve earned the right to see it.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Let me think about it.”
It felt like I’d been gone a long time, even though it was only a matter of days. Most of the snow was gone now. She drove up my road, past Vinnie’s cabin, then past my first cabin.
“What’s the matter?” she said.
“Nothing.”
“Are you sure? You tensed up like you were in pain. Do you need your pills?”
“I’m fine. Really.”
She shook her head, probably thinking I was just acting like a man again. I didn’t want to get into the whole story with her.
She went up to the end of my road and stopped in front of the last cabin. I got out and felt a little dizzy as I walked across the muddy ground to the front door. She grabbed her laptop bag from behind the seat and followed me. I held the door open for her. When she was inside she stood around for a few moments, not looking entirely comfortable. Eventually, she took out her laptop and plugged it in.
“You’re the one who told me not to look at those crime scene photos,” I said.
“Yeah, but if you hadn’t, he might still be out there killing people.”
“Well, I’ll tell you what,” I said, coming closer to her. “I don’t think I need to see the film of myself almost dying. I was there, and that’s probably enough.”
“Yeah, I guess that makes sense.”
“So as long as you’re here, what else can we do?”
I stood there looking at her. Eventually, I took another step toward her and felt a little dizzy.
“Alex, are you okay?”
When I opened my eyes, Agent Long was right there in front of me, holding both arms.
“Ouch,” I said. “Watch the left side there.”
“I think you need to lie down.”
“No, I’m okay now. I promise. For real this time.”
Her hand was still on my arm. My good arm. As I looked at her face, I felt a huge relief. I was glad she was there with me. I was glad she looked so good in that moment. I was glad I had at least half a working body left.
Then I laughed. It was hilarious to me that I was alive. That I managed to come through this and that now I was here in my cabin with this woman…
“What are we doing here?” she said.
I pulled her close to me. She smelled good. Better than good. This was the first woman I had touched since… well, since the thing that had happened in that first cabin. She wasn’t resisting me. She was responding and I wanted to keep going, and then anything that happened after that we’d have to figure out when we got there.
Then I passed out.
