Daniels glanced over to Tod. ‘You feel that way, too?’
Tod started to speak but Teddy interrupted. ‘My brother agrees with everything I say.’
‘Stay together pretty much, is that right?’ Daniels asked.
‘That’s right.’
‘Well, you boys better be careful,’ Daniels said sneeringly. ‘People might get the idea that you’re closer than nature ought to allow.’
Langley’s body tensed but he did not move.
‘Were you two patrolling Bearmatch last Sunday?’ Ben asked quickly.
Teddy nodded.
‘Around that old ballfield?’ Ben added pointedly. ‘Maybe at about five in the afternoon?’
Teddy smiled. ‘This about that little girl?’
‘Why did you pull Horace Davenport over?’ Ben asked bluntly.
Daniels’ lips parted. ‘You pulled Horace Davenport over?’ he asked, astonished.
‘That’s right.’
Daniels laughed. ‘You know who he is, Teddy? He could be the next mayor of this town.’
‘He was speeding,’ Teddy said sternly. ‘And I don’t allow no speeding in Bearmatch.’
Daniels laughed again. ‘My God, you are an idiot.’
Teddy stared at him coldly. ‘Why don’t you go find out who killed your partner,’ he snapped. ‘That’d really get you in tight with the big wheels.’
‘Davenport lied to me,’ Ben said to Teddy. ‘He told me that he let that little girl out because she saw a friend of hers playing in the field.’
‘Maybe he did.’
‘He said that was the only reason he stopped in Bearmatch.’
Teddy said nothing.
‘But you pulled him over,’ Ben said. ‘You and Tod.’
The two brothers looked at each other nervously.
‘Why did you pull him over?’ Ben demanded.
‘We pull over a lot of people in Bearmatch,’ Teddy said harshly. ‘We like to keep a close eye on things. Shit, Wellman, we pulled over a guy just before Davenport.’
‘Norman Siegel,’ Ben said. ‘I know. I talked to him.’
Teddy looked surprised. ‘You really are working the shit out of this case, ain’t you?’ He looked at his brother and sneered. ‘Maybe Ben’s going to try to pin this little nigger cunt on us, too.’
Before he could stop himself, Ben saw his own hand fly out and slap Teddy Langley’s face, then fly back and slap it again, backhanded. Langley tumbled backward, stumbled over a chair and sprawled onto the floor.
Tod Langley’s body stiffened, but he did not move forward. Instead, he pressed his back reflexively against the wall behind him and stared at Ben, thunderstruck. Daniels seemed almost equally astonished, his eyes wide and staring, but a thin, satisfied smile growing on his face.
For an instant the room was completely silent. The few detectives who had remained after the Chief’s speech looked on in motionless disbelief as Langley pulled himself to a sitting position on the floor, but did not rise. He was still resting, half-dazed on the floor, as Ben slammed through the doors of the detective bullpen and headed for his car.
THIRTY-TWO
Ben had already tromped down the stairs and pulled himself in behind the wheel before he realized that he had no place to go. It was almost two hours before King was scheduled to speak, and he had been assigned no duties in the meantime except to continue looking, in whatever way he could, for the man who’d killed Doreen Ballinger.
Everyone else was very busy, as Ben could easily see as he glanced about. The firemen were mustering on the steps again, surrounded by scores of uniformed policemen and Alabama Highway Patrol. They stood in ranks, or gathered together in small knots, but always separate from each other, the firemen looking oddly sad and disengaged, while they warily watched the police swagger up and down the stairs, their thumbs notched in their thick black gunbelts. For a moment Ben remembered how often he’d seen Breedlove do exactly that, his shoulders hunched, his long shadow cutting jaggedly at the steps as he moved toward the glass door. Now he tried to imagine what Breedlove must have thought as he laughed with the Langleys, or joked with his partner, or slammed Coggins against the wall of the detective bullpen with such pretended fury that even Daniels had been fooled by it, and had finally moved in to stop him. But it had all been an act, and it seemed to Ben that to create an atmosphere in which such acting could be called for, in which decency had to wear a grim disguise, was itself a grave and desperate wrong. He wished that he’d known about Breedlove before it was too late, because he realized now that he would have behaved differently toward him, perhaps touched his arm from time to time, or offered him a subtly pointed look, anything that might have let him know that even within the ranks of his fellow detectives, he was not entirely alone.
Ben looked at his watch and tried to imagine some way to kill the next two hours. For an instant he saw Doreen’s face in his mind, then Esther’s, then Ramona’s as she swung beneath the tree, watching Doreen saunter toward her from the other side of the field. After that it was a stream – Kelly Ryan swaying in summer heat, then Bluto’s body swelling with decay, and after him, Breedlove, his arms stretched out like broken wings, his shattered head drooping toward his chest. It was as if some dark angel had descended upon the city, randomly swinging its sword, slicing whoever stood within its path.
He glanced back up toward City Hall. The Chief had just stepped out of the building, casting his short, stubby shadow across the stairs. The men on the steps stiffened immediately, and they were still standing at attention when Ben hit the ignition and fled down the avenue and away.
‘You got anything for me?’ Ben asked as he walked up to Patterson’s desk.
‘The girl’s in the ground, Ben,’ Patterson said resignedly, ‘and it’s going to be just like it would have been with any other little girl from Bearmatch.’ He shrugged. ‘I knew it would. I said so from the beginning.’
‘I mean on Breedlove,’ Ben told him.
Patterson straightened up from the paperwork on his desk. ‘You working that case, too?’
‘Just a little,’ Ben said. ‘Sort of unofficial.’
‘Unofficial? I never heard of that.’
‘I don’t know who they’ll finally turn it over to,’ Ben told him. ‘But for now I’m just checking up on it. You know, on the side.’
Patterson stared at him suspiciously. ‘Which means what, exactly?’
Ben did not answer.
Patterson smiled slyly. ‘They don’t have anybody else they can trust, do they?’
Ben remained silent.
Patterson shook his head. ‘Is it really that bad?’
Ben shook his head. ‘It’s complicated, Leon,’ he said.
‘Like everything else lately.’
‘I guess so.’
Patterson stood up. ‘Well, what do you want to know?’
‘I’d like to take a look at the body.’
‘Okay,’ Patterson said. He led Ben back into the freezer room, opened the vault and pulled back the cover. Breedlove’s body lay naked on the stainless steel carriage.
‘He was shot in the mouth,’ Patterson said. ‘Then they cut him up and tied him to the tree. He was dead when they did that.’
‘Has he been officially identified?’
‘By his wife,’ Patterson said.
‘His wife? She came down here?’
‘Yeah.’
‘When?’
