“Think!”
“He didn’t tell me. But I know what he did to Duchess!”
“Kendrick killed your dog?”
“I let her outside today, same as I always do, and she didn’t come back. Then I found her body in the road, like she’d been hit by a car. She never went in the road! Kendrick did it-as a warning to keep my mouth shut.” He started sobbing. “She was Helen’s dog-my last link to Helen.”
Thoughts were darting around my head like quick-moving birds. Doc was rambling and nearly incoherent, but his condition seemed to vouch for his troubled conscience. He sounded like a man haunted by a past misdeed. The problem was that I was missing a key piece of information, without which everything Larrabee had told me was just useless hearsay.
A dog was howling. At first I thought it was the wind again. Then I realized there was a mournful undertone that could only have come from a living creature. I stepped to the nearest window, parted the dusty curtains, and looked out. The light from inside the room made it impossible to see anything but my own troubled expression.
“What’s wrong?” Doc asked. “Is someone out there?”
Ever since I’d arrived in Washington County, people had been invoking the name of poor dead Trinity Raye. Even I had wondered if she’d been one of Kendrick’s favorite students, but the sheriff had said she wasn’t even in his class. Would the professor really have committed one murder, and attempted a second, to avenge the death of a girl he barely knew? It was possible, but as an explanation it seemed insufficient.
The phone rang. The sound-shrill and insistent-seemed to be coming from Doc himself. He turned his head, slowly and stupidly, and patted the cushions.
I bent down on one knee and reached beneath the couch. My blind hand found the cordless receiver embedded in an inch of dog fur and dust.
“Hello?”
“Warden Bowditch! What a surprise.”
“Kendrick?”
“Hell no. It’s your old buddy George Magoon.” The reception had that slightly overloud distortion that indicates the person on the other end is speaking from a cell phone. “Is Doc there?”
“You know he’s here, Kendrick.” Doc was staring at me with wide, glassy eyes, and I could see that he was genuinely afraid. “Where are you?”
“Here and there. I tend to move around a lot.” There was a rustling on the line that sounded like wind. “Doc has been telling you some of his crazy stories, I imagine.”
“He thinks you killed Duchess.”
“He must be drinking again. Why would I kill my good friend’s dog?”
“As a warning to keep quiet.”
“Keep quiet about what?”
“He says you’ve been lying about what happened the night of the blizzard. He says you killed Randall Cates out in the storm and wanted him to kill Prester Sewall before the EMTs arrived.”
“That’s quite a story! His imagination really runs wild when he’s hammered.”
“You’re saying it’s a lie?”
“I’ve never killed anyone in my life. Besides, the state police have already determined that Prester Sewall murdered Cates.”
“The police haven’t determined anything.”
“Sewall’s suicide suggests he had a guilty conscience.”
“I’m not so sure he committed suicide.”
“Now you’re the one with the hyperactive imagination. Tell me this: Why would I want to kill two men I’d never even met?”
“Because they were drug dealers.”
“So are a lot of people in this godforsaken country. I’d have my hands full if I decided to kill all of them.”
“Because Cates and Sewall sold contaminated heroin to a student named Trinity Raye, who died as a result.”
“Go check at the university. Trinity Raye wasn’t even my student. You’re just grasping at straws now-just like you’ve done in the past. Isn’t it enough that your career is in tatters?”
“Since when have you taken an interest in my career, Kendrick?”
“I’m a teacher,” he said. “I believe in doing my homework. Let me see if I’ve got this straight. You’re saying that while embarked on a selfless mission to rescue a lost man, I spontaneously decided to kill him?”
It did sound ridiculous when he put it that way. “You didn’t know it was Randall Cates lost out there until you came upon him in the snow and saw that crazy tattoo.”
“It might surprise you to learn that I don’t have an encyclopedic knowledge of drug dealers and their tattoos. Your entire story is absurd.”
“I’ll make a deal with you, Kendrick,” I said. “Why don’t the three of us pay a visit to the state police-you, me, and Doc-and we’ll let them decide whose story sounds the most absurd.”
“Sorry, I’ve got a prior commitment.”
“You should clear your calendar. Detective Zanadakis will want to talk with you after he hears what Doc and I have to say.”
“Now who’s the one issuing threats? We both know our mutual friend was intoxicated the night of the blizzard and that he’s been self-medicating ever since his lovely wife passed away.”
“What about the Spragues? They were there in the house.”
He gave a laugh. “They’re the last people who are going to say anything.”
“What does that mean?”
He took a long time to answer. “What is it going to take to make you drop this absurd inquiry? How can I persuade you that you’re making a terrible, terrible mistake?”
“It won’t be the first mistake I’ve made.”
“But it might be the last,” said Kendrick. “My crystal ball says you’re headed for a bad end, Warden.”
Just then a dog barked. I heard it over the telephone line but also through the window.
There was a click and then nothing.
I pressed *69 on the keypad. No one picked up, but eventually an automated voice answered. It was my own cell phone.
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Maybe Kendrick had heard me give away my location over the police scanner and rushed over on his dogsled. Or maybe he’d arrived independently, planning to confront Doc again, and just happened to see me drive up in my patrol truck. In any case, he’d been watching the farmhouse.
He had seen me leave Lucas behind in the cold cab with his notebook and his headlamp glowing. As soon as I was inside, he had slid quietly up to my vehicle. What he’d said to the boy, I didn’t know, but it was hardly surprising that Lucas, of all kids, would be enchanted by a man driving a real-life dogsled. Had Kendrick simply asked to borrow the cell phone, which I had left in the cup holder? That was quite the ballsy move: threatening me on my own BlackBerry.
I rushed to the nearest light switch and plunged the room into darkness.
Doc rose unsteadily from the sofa. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to see my truck.”
“Kendrick’s outside the house?”
“Yes.” How could I have been so stupid as to leave Lucas alone? “Does he usually carry a gun?”
“He has a big Smith amp; Wesson revolver.”
I parted the curtains carefully. My eyes needed time to adjust, but slowly the snow-covered landscape sharpened into focus. I saw the periwinkle drifts piled against the stone wall and the gray trunks of the elms. Farther down the hill was the dark silhouette of my patrol truck. I squinted but couldn’t make out the glimmer of
