“We did this last time, Joey. You’re already starting it again.”
“Sorry, man. That not-drinking business. How’s that working out for you?”
“Damn good.” Then, trying to change the subject: “Know who I saw tonight?”
“Who?”
“Kayla.”
“Our Kayla?”
“One and the same.”
“How’s she look?”
“Like a million bucks. She’s a cop in town. We visited.”
“She beat me up once.”
“I remember. It’s one of my fondest memories.”
“She could hit really hard.”
“I know. She beat me up too.”
“She used to really smell nice.”
“Still does.”
“Kayla. I’ll be damned.”
“Well, good night, Joey.”
“Good night, Harry…And hey…”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks for calling. I’ve missed you.”
“Can’t say the same.”
Harry showered and went to bed, tried not to think about what he’d seen there in the garage, but every time he closed his eyes, the images came back.
He was glad when the phone rang. He didn’t check the caller ID. He thought it was Joey.
“Harry?”
“Kayla?”
“You know that wooden bear in my place?”
“Sure.”
“It’s named Harry.”
“What a coincidence.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“Oh.”
“I thought you were going to kiss me.”
“I started to try. Really. Just wasn’t certain. Not exactly at my peak, you know.”
“You should have tried. Good night, Harry.”
About five A.M., Harry awoke.
He had struggled to fall asleep, and when he did it had been deep and solid, and now, suddenly, he was awake—bright eyed, bushy tailed, and nervous.
He sat up in bed and thought for a while, then got dressed, drove over to his mother’s house, and sat out front. He wanted to see her, but it was too early, and he didn’t want to wake her. If he did, she would know something was wrong, something was bothering him. He thought about how she would feel if she knew he was taking martial arts lessons, that he actually got hit and it hurt. She’d want him to wear a helmet, knee pads. She’d want him to quit.
He drove down where the honky-tonk had once been, now bulldozed over and growing pine trees. Somewhere in all that, the sounds of an old murder hid.
He tooled over to the entrance to the drive-in and let his high beams rest on it. The great frame for the drive-in screen still stood, as did the old ticket booth. The snack bar was collapsed and dark from having caught fire some years back. If he kicked something out there, maybe it would activate a memory. Lot of date rapes in those old cars, most likely. Some of those cars were still on the road. In junkyards, holding badness in a shadow bag.
Harry backed out, drove around trying to find the entrance to the road that led behind the McGuires’. Finally he found a way. There was a lot of garbage tossed back there, even an old armchair. Cruising to the end of the turnoff, Harry came to where he and Tad and Kayla had stood. He killed the lights and sat there. Finally he switched the beams on again, backed out, tried to decide if Tad was right about their carrying the body away.
When he was back on the main road he turned so that he was facing the way he had come, then he backed into the side road and considered.
The road T-boned, and he tried to decide which direction they might have hauled a body, if they hauled one at all.
If they went left, that led alongside the golf course and finally onto the little road that ran alongside Mr. Jones’s garage. They could have gone that way, the way he had come, but it seemed pretty open and well lit, wound down between houses and dumped headlong onto the highway. No problem, but if you had a dead body with you, you might want to stay in seclusion as much as possible, just in case. Even if the corpse was coiled around a spare tire in the trunk.
T-bone to the right…well, he didn’t know where that went. But it was darker that way, with more trees on either side, and seemed more likely if you were gonna be sneaking around.
He turned right.
In the headlights the clay road was red as blood and wound its way slightly upward. There were a number of little turnoffs along the way, and Harry thought any of them might have served as a place to bury a body. But the practical side of it was this: They didn’t want to just dump the body. They needed to get rid of it. Without Vincent’s body, there was no way to prove he had been there when Mr. Jones died. He could have gone home long before it happened. Something could have happened to him later. He might have cleared out. There were all kinds of explanations, but a dead body—that was an explanation that might throw off the whole program. Whatever that program was.
Harry was considering this while he drove, and as he wheeled around a curve there was a break in the trees and across the way, in the distance he could see a great and rare rise in the landscape.
He recognized it immediately, though he had not seen it from this angle before. Humper’s Hill. Nothing else around was that tall. It was a good distance away, but just looking at it brought back memories of Talia’s fine ass in the moonlight, of moments sublime.
And it made him think of something else.
It was a hunch, but it made a kind of sense.
He drove around the curve, and sure enough there was a road that went right. In a short time that would put him onto the highway, and then, in a matter of moments, he would be at the turnoff to Humper’s Hill.
He thought: If I were going to dispose of a body, that would be the place. Up there on Humper’s Hill, tossed over the edge to end up lying down there in the undergrowth, hidden from view, to rot and be eaten by wild animals and insects. Someone found the body, it could be years later, there would still be no direct connection to Jones’s murder.
He felt a chill run down his spine that had nothing to do with the weather. He felt so goddamn certain of what he was thinking, his stomach churned.
“Rope?” Tad said. “For me to hang you with, I hope.”
“I’m sorry, Tad. Really.”
They were in Tad’s living room. Harry had awakened him by leaning on the bell.
“So you had a hot flash and suddenly decided you need rope?”
“I think I know where Vincent’s body is. Or might be.”
“No shit?”
“No shit.”
“I remember this place,” Tad said.
“You’ve been up here?”
“Just to jack off.”
While Harry was thinking on that, Tad said, “Hey, I’m fucking with you. This hill was popular in my time too. I
