Greer closed the window. “An old-time movie star.” She turned, put her arms around him. “Want to see the rest of the house?”
“Sure.”
“I don’t,” she said.
“What do you want to do?”
She kissed him, ran her hand down his back, two powerful stimuli coming at him from different directions. “Whatever you dream about,” she said. “That’s what I want to do.”
Soon they sank down on the mattress. A while after that, the light began to fade. Up on the wall, Jean Harlow seemed to hold on to it a little longer than the rest of the room.
They lay in darkness, the empty house quiet.
“So,” Wyatt said, “about coming to East Canton.”
“You really want to talk about that?”
“Yeah.”
She took a deep breath, let it out slowly. He felt the tiny warm breeze on his chest. “And where would I live? Is there room for me with Mom, Stepdad, and Little Sis?”
Wyatt hadn’t gotten that far, in fact hadn’t really thought this out. “Maybe we could get a-” His phone rang. He fumbled for it on the floor. The tiny screen glowed. UNKNOWN CALLER.
“Don’t answer it,” said Greer.
But he did. “Hello?”
“I never answer unknown caller,” Greer said.
Wyatt sat up, turning away from her.
“Wyatt?” Sonny said.
“Yeah.”
“Thought I heard someone else.”
Wyatt stayed silent.
“Is this a bad time?” Sonny said.
“No. It’s okay.”
There was a pause. “You’re a fine young man,” Sonny said. “I’m proud of the connection, no matter how distant it is in the actual life sense, if you see what I mean.”
“Yeah.”
“I know you’re going back home, might be there already.”
“No.”
“Where are you? None of my business, of course.”
“Still here-in Silver City.”
“At Greer’s apartment?”
“Her old house, actually.”
“Patching things up, I hope?”
Wyatt didn’t answer.
“Don’t have to answer,” Sonny said. “Withdraw the question, in fact-again, none of my damn business. I want the best for you, is all.” He was silent for a moment. “Funny, to be thinking of the welfare of another person. In here we get used to thinking of only numero uno, and I’m no exception, believe me. Which, ah…” He paused, breathed out, one of those long, self-calming exhales. “Which brings me to something I want to say before you go. This is probably the last time we’ll talk, Wyatt, so-”
“Why?”
“Because you’ve got a life to live,” Sonny said. “I don’t. I’m alive, sure, but there’s no life to live in here. That’s pretty much what lifer means. No one needs a millstone and I’m not going to be yours. That’s why I want to settle your mind.”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s no good to be worrying and wondering about the past. You agree with that?”
Wyatt wasn’t sure he did, at that moment found himself leaning the other way.
“Even if you don’t,” Sonny said, “I want you to know the truth. Unless you don’t want to know-that’s different.”
“I want to know.”
“The funny thing is I believe you already do.”
Wyatt didn’t speak. He thought he could hear his own pulse beating inside him.
“You can say anything you want,” Sonny said. “This isn’t a recorded line.”
“It’s not?”
Sonny spoke softly. “I’m on a cell phone-just for emergencies.”
Were the inmates allowed cell phones? No way. But another thought immediately pushed that one aside. “This is an emergency?”
“Maybe not,” Sonny said. “Or maybe just psychologically. I spent my first three or four years in here reading psychology and nothing but. Did I mention that yet?”
“No.”
“Since then I’ve branched out. You can educate yourself in here, no question about that.”
“Did you read Hamlet?” Wyatt said.
“Tried,” Sonny said. “I got nowhere with that one. Why do you ask?”
“No reason.”
“Have you read it?”
“I’m in the middle,” Wyatt said. “What did you mean-you believe I already know?”
“You want me to say it right out?” Sonny said.
“Yes.”
“Then here goes. Your theory about me arriving late, trying to stop the whole stupid thing? That’s the truth, one hundred percent.”
Wyatt felt Greer’s hand on his back. “That means you’re innocent?” he said. Innocent: and spending life in prison.
“No human being is innocent,” Sonny said. “But what went down at thirty-two Cain Street? I’m innocent of that.”
“Then we’ve got to do something.”
Sonny laughed; he sounded genuinely amused. “First, it’s not your problem. Second-do what?”
“Get a lawyer, a good lawyer this time.”
“And what would he do?”
“Start over. Reopen the case.”
“Based on my say-so? Every loser in here would be reopening his case if it worked that way. Standing room only in every courthouse in the land.”
All the facts, everything Wyatt had learned about the case, shifted slightly in his mind, and suddenly he had an answer to Sonny’s last question. “What if a new witness came forward?”
“And who would that be?”
“Whoever you’re covering for,” Wyatt said. “The fourth person.”
Silence, and in that silence, Wyatt thought he could feel Sonny’s presence, as though he were in the room. “You’re very smart,” he said, “but we’re not going there. Told you before-I’m content. More content than ever, now that we’ve had this talk. Good-bye, Wyatt. Just know one thing-you’ve done me a great service, simply by the way you are.”
“Wait, don’t hang up,” Wyatt said. He wanted the name of that fourth person.
Click. And no way to call back-that was one of the features of “unknown caller.”
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