I Shall Not Want

curiosity. For some reason, Clare's answer was important to Hadley. 'Okay. Seriously.' She thought for a moment. 'I wish I could have known him when he was young. To see who he was then. And I wish I hadn't missed so many of the events that shaped his life. I turned five during his tour of duty in Vietnam. That's… a little daunting. But for the rest of it?' She smiled. 'We have so many differences that have nothing to do with age that I don't spend much time thinking about it.'

Hadley pulled a plastic stirrer from the rack and began to fold it into small pieces. 'But what about the future? Don't you worry you'll be, you know, turned off when he gets old and saggy?'

Clare laughed. 'Hadley, we all get old and saggy sooner or later.' She sobered. 'If we live that long.' A possible reason for this odd line of questioning popped into her head. 'Have you-are you and Lyle-'

'No! Oh, my God, he's older than my father. Oh, yech. Besides which he's, like, my boss. Double yech.' She patted her pockets. 'Let's pay for these and get back. I'm sorry. Sometimes my curiosity gets the best of me.'

'Sounds like a good trait for a police officer.' Clare handed the cashier a five. 'This one's on me.'

'Thanks.'

'Can I ask you something?'

'Not if it's about Lyle MacAuley.' Hadley shuddered.

Clare took her change and gestured toward the door. 'The vestry's agreed to pay for the mortuary expenses and the cost of returning Amado Esfuentes's body to Mexico.' After considerable arm twisting. 'Kilmer's Funeral Home can take care of everything, but I need to know his next of kin and how to contact them. Do you guys have that?'

'No. We didn't take it when we questioned him. There're a stack of official forms that need to be filled out, but we haven't tackled them yet.'

'Would you come with me to the McGeochs, then? Tomorrow? I want to ask his friends if they want a memorial service here, but I don't speak Spanish.' She held the door open and sprinkled a little sugar in her voice. 'We could both get the information we need.'

'I'm on patrol tomorrow.'

'After work? Or lunchtime?'

Hadley sighed. 'Okay. Lunch.'

'Thanks.' Clare winked. 'I promise I won't tell Lyle about your mad crush.'

'Oh, my God! Reverend Clare!'

XXIV

This time, Clare arranged the visit with the McGeochs first. 'Oh, yes, please.' Janet flapped the stack of forms she'd gotten from the financial office. 'I know they've all been sick with worry and grief, but I've been so caught up with everything going on here'-she waved at the CCU waiting room-'I haven't had a chance to think about what the men might want to do. I'll talk with Octavio. He'll have them ready for you.'

When she pulled into the deserted barnyard the next day, Clare realized she should have asked where he'd have them ready. The noonday heat buffeted her when she got out of the car, making her converted-to-clericals sundress-a loose linen shift falling from dog collar to ankles-feel like a burka. She retrieved a sack of deli sandwiches and a small cooler of drinks from her backseat. Shut the door. Turned at the sound of tires and saw Hadley's squad car swinging into the barnyard. Dust tumbled behind her wheels as she rolled to a stop next to Clare.

'I don't suppose the barn is air-conditioned,' Hadley said, by way of a greeting.

' 'Fraid not.'

'Here, let me take one of those.' Hadley hoisted the cooler. 'You brought lunch?'

'I didn't want anyone to miss out because of the meeting.' Clare took a step away from Hadley. 'iHola!' she shouted. 'Octavio?'

There was a faint sound of voices in response. 'That way.' Hadley pointed. They headed for the far side of the barn. 'God, it's hot. I don't remember it being this warm when I summered here as a kid.'

'You weren't in a uniform and boots when you were a kid.'

'Yeah'-she sounded disgruntled-'Well…'

They rounded the corner. The men sat at the far end of the barn, in the double shade of its three stories and its silo. Behind them, a two-rut lane ran past a cornfield and disappeared down a slope toward the old farmhouse. Clare could see its roof, floating above the sheaves.

'Hola.' The workers were clustered in a ragged semicircle, bagged lunches spread out on the lush grass. Clare set her offering in the middle and plopped down, facing them. Decided the coolness of the spot made up for the smell of manure pervading the air. Hadley opened the cooler, took out a bottle of water, and lowered herself carefully, wrestling the bits and pieces of her gun belt out of her way.

'Go ahead,' she said, twisting the top off the water. 'You talk, I'll translate.'

Clare took a deep breath. 'Amado's death is a great loss,' she began.

One of the men cut her off with a sharply worded question. Hadley answered him. He said something else, angry, accusing. Hadley replied at length, measuring out her words, her voice patient.

It was Octavio, Clare realized. The foreman. She had noticed his resemblance to Amado the first time she met him. Had thought then they might be related. 'What's going on?' she asked Hadley.

'He wants to know what's happening with the investigation. How come we haven't caught Amado's killers yet.'

'Ask him if he's one of Amado's family.'

'?Sois parientes?' Hadley said.

'?Emparentado? ?Emparentado?' He sprang to his feet. 'Yo soy Amado Esfuentes. Mi.'

What in the world?

Hadley's mouth opened. 'He says-'

'I got that. Who was my Amado, then?'

Octavio-the real Amado-didn't need that translated. 'Mi hermano. Mi hermano, Octavio.'

'Brothers,' Hadley said, before rattling off another question. Amado's face twisted as he answered her. He spread his hands. His tone, his pain, translated for him. I thought I was doing the right thing.

'He was the one with the employment papers,' Hadley said. 'He swapped them with his little brother the night of the accident, so Amado-Octavio-wouldn't be deported.'

'Oh, dear Lord.' She had been there, just where Amado was, eating the bitter fruit of good intentions. It was a meal that lodged in your throat and never went away. 'Lo siento, Amado. I am so, so sorry.'

Hadley asked him a question. Clare caught the words 'Punta Diablos.' Amado frowned. Said something. Clare caught the word 'Christies.' Hadley replied to him.

'What?' Clare asked.

'I'm trying to find out if he knew why the Punta Diablos were interested in his brother. He's confused. He was under the impression the Christies killed Amado-Octavio. Damn, I'm never going to keep the names straight.'

'Nobody told them?'

'We had other things going on!'