I could see it. The boy falling, his body hitting the rocks below.
That wasn’t all I saw. Back up there, on the bridge, I imagined Conrad Chase looking down, waving goodbye, a smile on his face, all his problems solved.
Driving out of the downtown, we passed by the Clover Restaurant, an upscale place where you could get a nice dinner for two if you had an extra hundred bucks, maybe lunch for half that. What caught my eye as we drove past the parking lot was a Mazda sedan, just like Ellen’s.
“Looks like my wife’s car,” I said, slowing. I glanced at the license plate, saw that it was indeed her car. “Maybe she’s having a meeting with Derek’s lawyer, maybe I should-”
I spotted another familiar car just as I was about to turn into the lot. A silver Audi TT, parked half a dozen cars down from Ellen’s.
I wrenched the wheel back, kept on going.
“What?” said Drew. “You want to pop in, I don’t mind waiting in the truck.”
“I was wrong,” I said. “Not her car.”
A couple of hours later, standing by the truck, getting ready to unload the Deere, my cell rang. I put it to my ear so quickly I didn’t have a chance to look at the readout and see who it was from.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Jimmy, I hear you were in the building. You should have dropped by and said hello.”
Mayor Randall Finley.
“Sorry,” I said. “Delia said you were in a meeting with your campaign strategist.”
“Yeah, Maxine Woodrow. She’s a real looker, plus she’s got brains. Not the sort of combination I’m typically attracted to.” He laughed.
“What can I do for you, Randy?”
“Listen,” he said, “Lance had to take a sick day because you knocked half his face off. It wasn’t that bad, I’m sure he’ll be back tomorrow, but Jesus, I really wish you wouldn’t do that kind of thing. Fucks things up for me.”
“I had a score to settle,” I said.
“I don’t doubt it. There’s days I wouldn’t mind taking a frying pan to his head myself. What did you use, anyway? Delia said you had a watering can with you.”
“That’s right.”
“Fucking hell. Now the lefties will want everyone to register their watering cans. All I wanted to say is, if you’re in a pissing match with Lance, don’t do it in my sandbox. Understand what I’m saying?”
“I hear ya,” I said.
“You ever think maybe you have a bit of a problem? You keep things all bottled up, you talk in monosyllables, then every once in a while you just explode.” A chortling noise. “Nobody knows better than me.”
“I’ll join a group.”
“There’s the spirit.” Then, adopting a softer tone, “Hey, Cutter, about your kid.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s a damn shame. I see you got Bondurant. Good lawyer, and a pretty nice piece of ass, too, from what I hear, not that that’s particularly relevant to you.”
“Not really.”
“Listen, you hang in there. There’s no way a kid of yours could have done that.”
Randall caught me off guard in a way he never had before. It took me a moment to find the words, but I managed to say “Thank you.”
“Okay. Later.” And the mayor hung up.
“Who was that?” asked Drew, who’d been adding gas from a red plastic container to one of the lawn mowers, and had been in earshot the whole time.
“The mayor,” I said.
“We supposed to cut his grass, too?” Drew asked.
Before I could answer, the cell phone, still in my hand, went off again. This time I glanced at the tiny screen and saw that it was Ellen.
“We can see Derek,” she said. “Half an hour, three-thirty.”
“Have you talked to Natalie? Does she know any more about the earring?”
“I saw her briefly, but I don’t have any news. She’s going to meet us when we go in to see Derek.”
“Anything else?” I asked. I was wondering whether she’d mention her lunch at the Clover.
“No, except that there’s going to be about eight hundred and fifty bucks left in our retirement fund.”
I glanced at my watch. “I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes,” I said, and closed the phone.
Drew said he could look after this property while I left with the truck for the Promise Falls jail. I looked a fright, but no one seemed to mind when I got there. Ellen and Natalie Bondurant were already waiting for me. We were taken to a small meeting room and told to wait while a guard went and fetched Derek.
It was all I could do not to weep when he walked in. He was pale, there were circles under his eyes, his shoulders sagged, and he had a bandage on his chin.
Ellen threw her arms around him first, and then I got a hug in before we were both reprimanded by a jail official standing over by the door. No personal contact allowed, he told us.
“What happened to you?” Ellen asked, reaching out to his bandage without actually touching it.
“Some guy shoved me into a wall,” he said.
“A guard?” Natalie asked.
“No,” Derek said. “One of the prisoners. I didn’t move out of his way fast enough.”
To Natalie, I said, “What can we do about that? Can’t we get him into some sort of protective-”
She put up her hand to stop me. “I’ll look into it. I want to get started. We’ve got a lot to cover. Derek,” she said, leaning over the narrow table toward our son, “there are a few things we need to work out here.”
“Like what?”
“The police found an earring. A peace sign. They’re testing it for DNA, but tell me now. Is it yours?”
He nodded. “Probably.”
“When did you lose it?”
He seemed a bit bewildered. “I don’t know. Two, three weeks ago or so, I think.”
“Not the night you were hiding in the basement? When the Langleys were killed?”
He shook his head. Of this he seemed sure. “No, before then. Where’d they find it?”
Natalie, Ellen, and I exchanged glances before Natalie said, “In the Langleys’ bedroom. Caught down in the dust ruffle.”
Derek’s eyes darted back and forth.
“Plus,” Natalie Bondurant said, “they found your prints on the dresser.”
“Okay, wait a minute. I might have touched the dresser the night they got killed.”
I broke in. “You didn’t tell Barry you were in there.”
Derek sighed, looked briefly up to the ceiling tiles. “Shit, I just went in there for a second. I just walked around, and I think I touched it.”
“You sure you didn’t lose the earring then?” Ellen asked.
He was silent a moment. “No, not then.”
“Then how do you think it got into that room?” Natalie asked.
Derek’s eyes began to well up with tears. He looked at his mother and said, “Do we really have to get into this?”
“We really have to get into this,” Natalie said.
“It’s just. . really hard to talk about.”
Ellen did her best to give him a reassuring smile. “Ms. Bondurant can’t help you if you aren’t completely honest with her. I know it may be hard to tell her some things with us here, and if you need us to leave-”
“No,” he said. “I guess not. I mean, shit, you’ll find out sooner or later anyway, the way things have been going lately.”
Fasten your seatbelts, I thought.
