She nodded.
“You going to tell me how old you are?”
“Sixteen.”
“Where’s your family?”
She shrugged.
“Where are you from?”
She looked at me and excused herself from the table. I watched her leave for the bathroom, and she returned moments later. She’d washed her face of the makeup, and her hair had been tucked into a ponytail.
“Am I going to jail?”
I shook my head.
“Why not?”
“I could use some help.”
“What?”
“Did you see a man inside the Hill Top tonight? The one that drove that Hudson parked out front?”
She nodded.
“You know his name?”
She nodded again.
“But you won’t tell me.”
“They’d kill me.”
“They won’t kill you. We arrested that Fannie Belle woman and we’ll find him. If I could get some help understanding all this, maybe we could arrest a lot more.”
She nodded.
“Did you ever go to school?”
She shook her head.
“How did you end up here?”
She shook her head and looked back down at her hands. I didn’t say anything, just sat there smoking and watching it rain on Eighth Avenue and all the cars roaring by on the wet asphalt. I was thinking of home and getting some sleep when she spoke.
“I wasn’t always a whore.”
“You try to escape?”
“Can we get out of here, please? People are staring.”
I looked around. There was no one in the diner but a fat trucker and his wife in curlers, and they seemed more interested in the chicken-fried steak than us. I shrugged and grabbed my hat.
Soon, we were on a back highway, just driving. The talking seemed to come easier the more we moved out of town, and she bummed some smokes from me and squinted into the hot wind as we rounded our way around Russell County.
“I tried a few times. To leave, I mean.”
I just drove, listening and taking the curves as they came. I noticed a couple houses being built up on Sandfort, not far from where I kept my horses. Just a few years ago, it had been nothing but trees, most of the turnoffs unpaved.
“Aren’t you going to ask me what it was like? How I could do those things?”
“Nope.”
“How come?”
“You want to tell me?”
“Not much to tell.”
“How often did you see Fuller at Fannie Belle’s place?”
“Every night,” she said. “That’s when he came by to get his cut.”
I drove some more and then found a good road, a paved road, and took it, and soon the lights down on Crawford were shining, and I passed the turnoff to my house and Slocumb’s and kept on going to downtown. The service station looked oddly quiet closed up, with only some dim lights over the pumps. I wondered how my father-in-law was making out.
“I can find you a place to stay.”
She shook her head and asked me to take her to the bus station.
“You have money?”
She didn’t say anything.
At the bus station, I gave her a twenty-dollar bill and wrote out my home number. I told her to call anytime.
“I’m no snitch.”
“Wonder who made that call from the Hill Top? Figured it came from inside. Nobody else lives around there.”
She shrugged.
“Bert Fuller will get his due,” I said.
“Did you know he had a pecker the size of a stickpin?”
“Nope.”
“I figure that was why he was so mad.”
I nodded. “It couldn’t have helped.”
IT WAS MIDNIGHT IN THE LIVING ROOM OF ARCH FERRELL’S house, and Madeline had finally gotten some sleep, the baby growing restless inside of her. When Arch knew she couldn’t hear him, he slipped off to the sofa and dialed the number in Texas. He let it ring and ring, in that static connection, all the way over to Galveston. Finally, a man answered, and he sounded as if he’d just been roused from a dream.
“Si?” Arch said, whispering.
“Si, listen-”
“Hell, yes, this is Arch. Things are a mess. Governor Persons gone and did it. He finally did it. They shut down the whole town.”
“Every goddamn thing, you hear me? They’re busting up slots and tables and arresting folks left and right. They got the goddamn jail so packed that the Guard’s holding folks in pens like they were dogs. You got to get back.”
“You mean it?”
“They even arrested Hoyt and Jimmie. Bernard Sykes questioned them up in the Ralston Hotel for nearly eight hours. This Sykes boy smells political blood, Si. And if you don’t come back soon, I’m gonna be sitting in Kilby come Christmas. You left my ledger in your briefcase. Damn thing shows every penny I collected in Phenix City against Patterson.”
Si coughed. He put down the phone, and Arch heard his echoed voice speaking to someone.
“Who was that?”
“You know there is talk of putting you up on some kind of lunacy hearings if you come back. You understand that?”
Arch crooked the telephone between his shoulder and ear. He lit a cigarette and poured himself a triple bourbon. A light flashed on in the bedroom, and he saw Madeline cross the threshold of the door in a nightgown, holding her big stomach and looking like a ghost.
