“Yeah.”
Barry shrugged. “Derek said this.” There was something, I don’t know, dismissive in his voice.
“That’s right,” I said.
“How’s Derek know about this computer?”
I told him about Agnes Stockwell giving it to him, that it was old, that it had belonged to her son, Brett.
“Jumped off Promise Falls,” Barry said. “I remember that.” He reached into the bag with one hand and worked out his chocolate dip doughnut. “So this was Derek’s computer in Adam’s room, then.”
“Yeah. They both tinkered around with old computers.”
“Well, I’ll keep that in mind, Jim. It might be important and it might not be-”
“There was a book on the computer. A novel. Brett Stockwell was a writer.”
“That’s great, Jim,” he said between bites. “You mind prying that little cap back on the coffee for me? I can’t do it while I’m driving.”
I peeled back the lid and gently put the cup back in the holder. It was filled right to the top and a sharp turn would see it spilling all over the place.
“The book was virtually identical to
“
“You don’t know that book? By Conrad Chase?”
“What the fuck did you call it?”
“
“Guess I missed that one. If it isn’t written by Tom Clancy or Clive Cussler, I don’t know about it,” Barry said.
“What I’m trying to tell you, Barry, is that a book supposedly written by Conrad Chase was on that dead kid’s computer, two years before the book came out.”
Barry was struggling to get the coffee to his lips without spilling it. Once he got it there, he said, “Shit, that’s fucking hot.”
“You don’t find this interesting?” I asked him. “You’re not the least bit curious?”
“I don’t know, Jim. I guess what I find most curious is that Derek’s your source for all this.”
I must have looked puzzled when he said that. “What are you getting at?”
“I’m just saying, he might have some of his information wrong. But thanks for telling me about this, and I’ll keep it in mind.”
I could see my truck and trailer up ahead. Derek had already put the lawn tractor back on the trailer and was sitting in the cab of the truck.
“All right then, fine,” I said. “I was just trying to help. If you don’t want me telling you stuff that might turn out to be important, that’s fine. If you don’t want to solve this, that’s your business.”
“Oh, I want to solve this,” Barry said. “And you want to know something? I’ve got a feeling there’s going to be a break in this case very soon.”
That surprised me. “Seriously?”
He pulled the car over to the curb near my truck, stopped, and looked at me. “I think we might have an arrest any time now.”
You’d have thought, if he was close to solving this, he would have looked happier about it.
I didn’t bother to watch him drive off as I got into the truck. “Sorry I took so long,” I said to Derek, who’d finished up and was waiting for me to return. I noticed some tears had made tracks through the dust and debris that was stuck to Derek’s face.
“Hey man, you okay?” I noticed his cell phone was in his hand.
He shook his head, not wanting to talk.
“Come on, what is it?”
Derek sniffed, said, “Penny called me.”
“Okay. What’s going on?”
Another sniff. “Nothing.”
“Come on,” I said, reaching over and patting his knee. “We’re all in this together.”
“She just. . she said that since she’d got me on the phone, it must not have happened yet.”
“What?” I asked. “What hasn’t happened yet?”
Derek wiped his nose on the back of his hand. Without looking at me, he said, “I just want you to know that no matter what anyone says, I’m a good kid.”
I didn’t like the sound of that at all.
TWENTY
As we neared our house, I spotted a familiar car parked on the shoulder at the end of our lane. It was a silver Audi TT. Great. Just what I needed to make this a perfect day. More Conrad.
Once I put my blinker on, the Audi’s driver-side door opened and Illeana got out. She was dressed in white slacks and a top, and she seemed to shimmer in the late-afternoon sunlight.
“Isn’t that Mrs. Chase?” Derek asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
“What’s she want?”
“Hard to say.”
As I pulled into the drive, I put down the window and Illeana approached. “Jim,” she said, then peered around me to Derek and said, “Hi, Derek.” He barely nodded.
“Hello, Illeana,” I said. “You been waiting for us?”
“For you,” she said. “Do you have a minute?”
“You want to come on down to the house?”
“No, we can talk here,” she said. “I don’t want to be a bother.”
Given what time it was, Ellen probably wasn’t home from work yet. I asked Derek to scoot behind the wheel and take the truck in.
Illeana was rubbing her right wrist, almost unaware she was doing it.
“Have you hurt yourself?” I asked.
“Oh,” she said, glancing down at her hands. “I’m getting used to this shifter. Conrad wanted to get one of these stick things and I’m still getting the hang of it.”
“Well,” I said, looking at the new car, “we all have our problems.”
“About the other day,” she said. “I’m sorry how things went. We kind of left in a hurry. After you and Conrad had your little disagreement.”
I shrugged. What was there to say? Especially to Illeana.
“If I hadn’t heard the tail end of what you were talking about,” she said, “I’m not sure he would have told me what got him so agitated.”
I didn’t want to talk to her. I was talked out. It had been a draining day. A funeral, a ride with Barry, my son in tears fearing I had no idea what. “So he filled you in on our discussion,” I said.
“He did.” She leaned up against the Audi. “I think you were out of line, Jim.”
“Illeana, I’m not sure I should be getting into this with you.”
“You accused him of something. Of plagiarism. Of stealing the work of someone else. A student.”
“All I did was ask him to explain something for me.”
“What makes you think he answers to you?” She managed to ask the question in a way that still sounded very polite.
“If there was a simple explanation, I don’t know why he didn’t just offer it.”
“You clearly caught him off guard,” Illeana said. “You blind-sided him. You didn’t even give him a chance to explain.”
I didn’t say anything. I figured if she had something to say, she’d say it.
“Conrad didn’t want to discuss this with me, said it was nothing, that he didn’t want to trouble me, but he did
