close and whispered, “Or are you in disguise?”
Angelina ignored Callie, plucked some hay off my tunic and said, “If you came into my tavern like this, I’d throw you out.”
“No, you wouldn’t. So who are they hanging?”
“Some weird guy who lives out in the woods,” Callie said before Angelina could respond. “He cut up one of those nice moon priestesses. They say he might have burned down Mr. Pinster’s barn, too. That’s his wife over there.”
Bella Lou, dressed in an old shawl, huddled protectively over her children. Even at this distance I saw their wide, terrified eyes as they clung to her. She had her back to the wall beneath the high, tiny cell window where, I assumed, Buddy was being held. Two men screamed drunkenly at Bella Lou, and one of them scooped up a handful of dirt from the ground and threw it at her. The others laughed.
“Makes you proud to be a Muscodian,” Angelina said flatly.
“She deserves it, I bet,” Callie said. “Maybe she even helped.”
“That’s probably it,” Angelina agreed. “Should hang those little babies, too.”
As always, Callie missed Angelina’s sarcasm. To me she said, “She’s been outside the jail all night, screaming that it’s all a conspiracy. If it was a conspiracy, they’d have killed him somewhere else and just told us about it. You taught me to think like that, Mr. LaCrosse.”
I shook my head, gave Callie a quick peck on the cheek and pushed my way to the jail door. Gary’s man Russell was on duty outside to make sure the taunting crowd didn’t become a lynch mob. They had splattered the wall around the small cell window with tomatoes, eggs and anything else that would stick and stain, and detritus also covered Bella Lou. She did not look my way.
Russell held his shield in front of his face. “No one’s allowed inside, sir,” he said in a voice that almost cracked from stress.
“Russell, I know the guy you’ve got locked up in there. I need to talk to Gary about him.”
Russell lowered the shield in surprise. “Oh! Sorry, Eddie, I didn’t recognize you with the haircut. Did you lose a bet?”
“Funny. Now let me in.”
“I can’t. I’ve got strict orders.”
“Strict orders from Gary?”
“No, from the guy from the capital, Argoset. Only his assistant, that big guy, can go in.”
I leaned close. “You know what I know about your sister.”
He went paler than he already was. “Now, come on, Eddie; that has nothing to do with this.”
“I need in, Russ.”
“I can’t.”
I shrugged. “Then I can’t be responsible for who finds out about Elaine.”
Russell sighed. “If I lose my job, I’m moving in with you and Liz.” He opened the door behind him, quickly shoved me through and then slammed it shut.
Gary Bunson’s office was to the right, across from the two cells. Only one cell door was closed, and the other deputy, Pete, stood in front of it. He frowned when he saw me. I went into Gary’s office.
Gary sat behind his desk, his feet propped up. He had his normal wide-eyed, vaguely panicked expression, the one that showed up any time he had to actually do his job. He wore his real uniform, too, down to the medals for longevity on his chest. They were the only ones he was ever likely to win.
And he wasn’t alone. Daniel Argoset stood at the window looking out at the crowd. He was also in full gear, resplendent and yet somehow immature, like a very solemn boy dressed in an adult’s work clothes. Maybe that’s why he pushed so hard to be taken seriously. He looked surprised when he saw me. “Mr. LaCrosse.”
I ignored him. I put my hands on the desk and leaned over it. “I need to talk to you,” I said to Gary, trying to impress him with my urgency and seriousness. “About this hanging.”
He looked at me, then at Argoset, then back to me. “Uh… what about it?”
“I don’t think you have the right guy.”
“I’m pretty sure we do,” Argoset said.
I kept my eyes on Gary. “Then let me talk to him.”
“Why?” Argoset asked.
“Yeah, why?” Gary repeated. Sweat beaded on his upper lip.
It was clear who was in charge, so I turned to Argoset. “Because it may all be a frame.”
Argoset smiled patiently, condescendingly. My fist ached for his teeth. He said, “Mr. LaCrosse, I handled this situation, not Magistrate Bunson. He approached us; we didn’t go after him. The man confessed.”
“Then it won’t hurt to let me talk to him.”
Argoset’s eyes narrowed. “I’m curious why you want to.”
“Because he might have done it for reasons other than guilt. Maybe because someone threatened his family if he didn’t.”
“And who would do that?”
“Ever hear of Gordon Marantz?”
Gary sat up so quickly he nearly fell from his chair, and exclaimed, “What?”
Argoset looked dubious. “Why would Gordon Marantz even care?”
God damn, I was tired of talking. “Gary, I really need you to grow a pair right now and let me talk to this guy.”
Gary looked from me to Argoset. Argoset said, “It is your responsibility, Magistrate Bunson. You know my opinion.” He dramatically resumed looking out the window.
Gary sighed, turned deliberately away from me and pointed to the key where it hung from the wall. I took it and went down the hall to the closed cell. Pete looked at me suspiciously and put his hand on his sword hilt. “How’d you get that?” he said, nodding at the key.
Gary called wearily from his office, “It’s okay, Pete; he has my permission.”
Pete stepped aside; I opened the door and went into the cell. Sure enough, Buddy sat on the straw piled in the corner, his ankle chained to the wall. He had his knees drawn to his chin, and looked up at me with blank, glassy eyes. The window, high on the wall, let the noise of the taunting crowd into the room. Occasionally some produce made it through the bars and splattered on the floor.
“Buddy, you don’t have a lot of time left,” I said. I crouched beside him. “Tell me what happened, and I’ll see if I can’t get you out of this.”
“I killed that lady healer,” he said simply, with no inflection.
I shook him, hard. “Buddy, do you remember me? You helped me find the dragon people?”
He nodded slowly, like his joints were gummed up, and idly pushed some straw with his hand. “Sure, I remember you.”
“If someone threatened Bella Lou and the kids to get you to go along with this-”
He shook his head. “Ain’t like that. After you left, Bella Lou threw me out ’cause I’d lied to her. I didn’t know what to do. I went to that moon goddess hospital outside of town to get a love potion to make her want me again, and instead that woman told me to clean up, get a job and apologize.”
For the first time he looked directly at me. His eyes held nothing but despair. “A husband can’t apologize to his wife, it’s a sign of weakness, you know? So I waited until the healer left work, followed her and begged her. I’m a man, and I begged her, a woman. And she still said no.” He looked down again and moved his manacled foot a little. The chain rattled against the stone floor. “So I got angry.”
A big pit opened up inside me, and I felt nauseous. “You’re telling me nobody from Gordon Marantz got you to take the blame for killing Mother Bennings? That you really did kill her?”
“Gordon who?” he said, and I knew he was telling the truth. Bennings’ injuries made sense as well now. They weren’t the gleeful work of a sadistic torturer, but the reflexes of a weak, terrified man used to gutting animals.
All my weariness caught up with me and I sat down on the straw beside him. I leaned against the stone wall and closed my eyes. “You’re an idiot, Buddy.”
He nodded. “I know.”
“Your wife and kids are outside just below that window. They’ve got nowhere else to go, so they’re just
