my phone forever. If somebody wants to reach me, they’ll have to come and find me.
It was light out. I looked at my watch. It was just after seven o’clock. I rubbed my eyes as the phone rang again, got up, and looked at the readout on the trace machine. The call was coming from the Fultons’. I hoped to God it was Edwin calling to apologize.
“Alex? It’s Lane.” Uttley paused for a long moment. I could hear a faint noise in the background. It sounded like a glass breaking on the floor. “He didn’t come home.”
“All right,” I said. “I think we should call the police.”
“Did you find any other trace of him last night?”
“No, not since I talked to you after I checked at Bay Mills. They said he was there around dinnertime.”
“Alex, I’m sure he’ll show up today,” he said. “I’m sure he just had to sleep it off somewhere.”
“I hope so,” I said. “Now go tell Mrs. Fulton that.”
“I will,” he said. “Are you going to call the police? Or do you want me to?”
“Dave might still be here,” I said. “He usually calls me on the radio before he leaves. I’ll have him call it in. I don’t feel like talking to Maven right now.”
“Are you going to come over here?”
“Yes,” I said. “Let me just clean up a little bit. I’ll be over as soon as I can.”
“Take your time, Alex. We’re not going anywhere.” I could hear yelling in the background now as he hung up.
I caught Dave on the radio just as he was getting ready to leave.
“I’ll call it in right now,” he said. “I don’t think the twenty-four-hour rule applies here.”
“It’s probably nothing,” I said. “But under the circumstances…” I didn’t even know how to finish the sentence.
“Don’t worry, Mr. McKnight. We’ll find him.”
I signed off and just sat there looking out the window for a few minutes. Then I took a hot shower and shaved and put on some clean clothes. I almost felt human again. If something happened to Edwin last night, I said to myself, if he got to him, then he would have called me to tell me about it. I had to believe that. I had to hold onto that hope.
On my way to the Fultons’ house, I stopped in at the Glasgow for a cup of coffee. As I went in, I looked up at the clouds building in the western sky. It wouldn’t take long for the storm to hit us.
Jackie came out of the kitchen and poured me a cup. “Morning, Alex,” he said. “You look pretty used up. Whatever happened last night, anyway? After that phone call, you ran out of here like a crazy man.”
“Ah, Edwin’s disappeared,” I said. “He fell off the wagon, went and blew his wad at the casinos again. He’s probably just too embarrassed to show his face.”
Jackie shook his head. “That bastard. If he wasn’t so goddamned rich, I might feel sorry for him.”
“He’s not so bad, Jackie.”
“Whatever you say, Alex.” He put the pot of coffee back on the burner. “Hey, by the way, somebody left a letter here for you.”
My heart stopped. “A letter?”
“It was taped to the door this morning when I got in.”
“How do you know it’s for me?”
“It’s got your name on the envelope, genius. Most people know you spend a lot of time here. I didn’t think anything of it.”
“Jackie,” I said, trying to maintain my composure, “where is it?”
“Let’s see,” he said. He looked around behind the bar. “I put it here somewhere.”
“Jackie, this could be important…”
“Relax, Alex, I know it’s here.” He looked through a pile of papers next to the cash register. “Now where the hell did I put it?”
“Jackie, please think.” I tried to swallow.
“Oh for God’s sake,” he said. He fished through the front pockets of his white apron. “It’s right here.” He pulled out an envelope and set it down in front of me.
There were four capital letters typed on the front. ALEX.
“Jackie,” I said. My face felt hot. I could barely breathe. “Do you have a pair of rubber gloves?”
“Probably,” he said. “In the kitchen.”
“Go get them please.”
He went back and rummaged through the kitchen, leaving me there to stare at the envelope. He finally came back out with a pair of yellow rubber gloves. “What do you want these for?”
“Just give them to me.” I took the gloves from him and put them on. “I’ll need a plastic bag, too.” My voice sounded like it was coming from somewhere else.
“What’s the matter, Alex?”
I didn’t say anything. I just opened the envelope slowly and unfolded the single piece of paper that was inside.
Alex
It hurts me so much to see you building a wall around yourself with a policeman hiding in the bushes like a cat waiting for a mouse. I had to ask myself why is this happening? You know I am only here to serve you. How many other mousetraps do you have that I have not even seen yet? I was sad for two days until it came to me that you have been poisoned against me. I should have seen from the beginning that he is no good for you. He is like Judas waiting to betray you with the kiss of death before you are handed over to the enemy. I made up my mind that I had to be a brave mouse one more time and remove the betrayer. It was not so easy because he knew who I am and he tried to summon all the forces of darkness to his aid but I was stronger and he did not have a chance in the end. You are free of him now and I have found a new way to remove them and not leave so much blood behind. The blood is what sends the signals. It is not the microwaves. That is my discovery. Now there is so much cold water on top of him. He will never be seen again. All that cold water Alex. Just think of all that cold water. I hope this pleases you. I think that you owe me a blessing now. Don’t you think so? I think it is finally time for us to be together.
Yours forever
Rose
I made myself put the letter in the plastic bag. I made myself go behind the bar and pick up the phone. When Maven answered I said two things: “I have another note from him. Get out to the Glasgow Inn right now.” I couldn’t say anything else. I couldn’t say anything about Edwin. I couldn’t even say his name.
I went outside. To get away from the note, to breathe some fresh air, I don’t even know. The first angry raindrops hit me in the face. In the distance I could hear the approaching storm whipping the waves into whitecaps.
I couldn’t see the lake through the trees. But I knew it was there.
All that cold water.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I was still standing in the parking lot when Maven got there. The rain had stopped and then started again, driven by the northwest wind. I just stood out there and let it hit me like buckshot.
“Where is it?” Maven said as he slammed his car door.
“Inside.”
“Did you open it?”
“Yes,” I said. My voice sounded like it belonged to someone else.
“You know it’s evidence, McKnight. Why in the hell did you open it?”
I just looked at him. “It was addressed to me,” I said. “I wanted to read it.”
