'I knew you were still hung up on her, Will. But I was taking drugs back then. I was a total shit. Or maybe none of that mattered. Maybe I was just being selfish, I don't know.'
'It doesn't matter,' I said. And that was true. It didn't. 'But I still don't understand. How was Julie involved?'
' She was helping me.'
'Helping you how?'
Ken lit the cigarette. I could see the lines on his face now. His features were chiseled but weathered now, making him almost more handsome. His eyes were still pure ice. 'She and Sheila had an apartment near Haverton. They were friends.' He stopped, shook his head. 'Look, Julie got hooked on the stuff. It's my fault. When Sheila came up to Haverton, I introduced them. Julie fell into the life. She started working for McGuane too.'
I had guessed that it was something like that. 'She was selling drugs?'
He nodded. 'But when I got caught, when I agreed to go back in, I needed a friend an accomplice to help me take down McGuane. We were terrified at first, but then we all saw it as a way out. A way to find redemption, you know what I mean?'
'I guess.'
'Anyway, they were watching me closely. But not Julie. There was no reason to suspect her of anything. She helped me smuggle out incriminating documents. When I made tapes, I'd pass them on to her. That was why we met up that night. We finally had enough information. We were going to give it to the feds and end this whole mess.'
'I don't understand,' I said. 'Why would you guys keep the stuff yourself? Why not just turn everything over to the feds as you got it?'
Ken smiled. 'You met Pistillo?'
I nodded.
'You have to understand, Will. I'm not saying all cops are corrupt or anything. But some are. I mean, one of them told McGuane I was in New Mexico. But more than that, some of them, like Pistillo, are too damn ambitious. I needed a bargaining chip. I couldn't leave myself that exposed. I had to turn it over on my own terms.'
That, I thought, made sense. 'But then the Ghost found out where you were.'
'Yes.'
'How?'
We reached a fence post. Ken put his foot up. I looked behind me. Melissa and Dad were keeping their distance. 'I don't know, Will. Look, Julie and I were both so scared. Maybe that was part of it. Anyway, we were reaching the end game I thought we were home free. We were in the basement, on that couch, and we started kissing…' He looked off again.
'And?'
'Suddenly there was a rope around my neck.' Ken took a deep drag. 'I was on top of her, and the Ghost had sneaked up on us. Next thing I knew, my air was gone. I was being strangled. John pulled back hard. I thought my neck would snap. I'm not even sure what happened next. Julie hit him, I think. That's how I got loose. He punched her in the face. I pulled away and started backing up. The Ghost took out a gun and fired. The first shot hit my shoulder.' He closed his eyes.
'I ran then. God help me, I just ran.'
We both soaked in the night. I could hear the crickets, but they played softly. Ken worked on his cigarette some more. I knew what he was thinking. Ran away. And then she died.
'He had a gun,' I said. 'It's not your fault.'
'Yeah, sure.' But Ken did not appear convinced. 'You can probably guess what happened from there. I ran back to Sheila. We grabbed Carly. I had money stored away from my days working with McGuane. We took off, figuring that McGuane and Asselta would be close behind. It wasn't until a few days later, when the papers started listing me as a suspect in Julie's murder, that it hit me that I was not just running from McGuane but the whole world.'
I asked the question that had been bothering me from the start. 'Why didn't you tell me about Carly?'
His head snapped away as if I'd connected with a right on his jaw.
'Ken?'
He would not face me. 'Can we skip that for now, Will?'
'I'd like to know.'
'It's no big secret.' His voice was strange now. I could hear the confidence start coming back, but it was somehow different, a shade off maybe. 'I was in a dangerous spot. The feds captured me not long before her birth. I was afraid for her. So I didn't tell anybody she even existed. No one. I visited a lot, but I didn't even live with them. Carly stayed with her mother and Julie. I didn't want her connected to me in any way. You understand?'
'Yeah, sure,' I said. I waited for him to say more. He smiled.
'What?'
'Just remembering camp,' he said.
I smiled too.
'I loved it here,' he said.
'Me too,' I agreed. 'Ken?'
'What?'
'How did you manage to hide for so long?'
He chuckled softly. Then he said, 'Carly.'
'Carly helped you hide?'
'My not telling anyone about her. I think it saved my life.'
'How's that?'
'Everyone was looking for a fugitive on the run. That meant a single man. Or maybe a man who hooked up with a girl. What no one was looking for and what could travel from spot to spot and remain invisible to law enforcement was a family of three.'
Again it made sense.
'The feds were lucky to catch me. I got careless. Or, I don't know, sometimes I think that maybe I wanted to be caught. Living like we were, always in fear, never putting down solid roots… it wears on you, Will. I missed you all so much. You most of all. Maybe I did let my guard down. Or maybe I needed it to end.'
' So they extradited you?'
'Yeah.'
'And you cut another deal.'
'I thought they were going to pin Julie's murder on me for sure. But when I met up with Pistillo, well, he still wanted McGuane so badly. Julie was almost an afterthought. And they knew I hadn't done it. So…' He shrugged.
Ken talked then about New Mexico, about how he had never told the feds about Carly and Sheila, still protecting them. 'I didn't want them to come back that early,' he said, his voice softer now. 'But Sheila wouldn't listen.'
Ken told me about how he and Carly had been out of the house when the two men came by, how he came home and found them torturing his beloved, how he killed both men, and once again, how he ran. He told me how he stopped at the same pay phone and called Nora at my apartment that would be the second call the FBI knew about. 'I knew that they would come after her. Sheila's fingerprints were all over the house. If the feds didn't find her, McGuane might. So I told her she had to hide. Just until it was over.'
It took a couple of days for Ken to find a discreet doctor in Las Vegas. The doctor had done what he could, but it was too late. Sheila Rogers, his eleven-year companion, died the next day. Carly had been asleep in the back of the car when her mother drew her last breath. Not sure what else to do and hoping it would take pressure off Nora he put the body of his lover on the side of a road and drove away.
Melissa and Dad hovered closer now. We all let in a little silence.
'What then?' I asked softly.
'I dropped Carly off with a friend of Sheila's. A cousin actually. I knew she'd be safe there. Then I started making my way east.'
