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That was interesting. It didn't lead anywhere, but it was interesting.
I folded my own wrappers neatly and put them on the same tray with Tolliver's.
"Before Helen had to get a restraining order against Jay, was their relationship violent? Did the cops have to go there every weekend? Or did something specific spark that episode?"
Hollis looked thoughtful. "If it came to that, it was before my time on the force. You'd have to ask one of the older guys about that. One of 'em runs the hotel where you're staying at, Vernon McCluskey? He'd know about that. "
We weren't exactly popular with Vernon McCluskey, if he was the skinny older guy in overalls that was usually behind the motel counter, the one who'd hinted broadly that we weren't welcome anymore.
Tolliver got up to dump the trash from the tray into the garbage bin. One of the uniformed workers, a woman about twenty-five, watched him from her spot at one of the cash registers, an avid look in her eyes. She was short and dumpy and the McDonald's uniform didn't suit her. I'll give her this, she had outstandingly beautiful skin, something Tolliver's a real sucker for, maybe because of his own scarred face. I don't think it would occur to Tolliver to list "good skin" if someone asked him to make a list of things he found attractive, but I'd noticed that everyone he hit on had a clear complexion.
Today, this woman longed in vain, because Tolliver never once glanced her way. He went to the men's room, and while he was gone, Hollis asked me if I would see him again that night. "We can go to the gospel singing on the lawn at the courthouse. It's the last of the season. There won't be many tourists there, and you might enjoy it. "
"I might, huh?" I thought about Annie Gibson's recommendation, and his big hand covered mine.
"Please," he said. "I want to see you again. "
There were a lot of things I almost told him, but I didn't say them.
"All right," I finally said. "What time?"
"I'll take you out to eat first, okay? See you at the motel at six thirty," he said. His radio squawked, and he rose hastily, telling me goodbye at the same time he was taking his own tray to the stand by the door. As he pushed open the glass door, he was talking into his shoulder set.
Tolliver came back, swinging his hands in an exaggerated arc. "I hate those damn hot-air dryers," he said. "I like paper towels. " I'd heard him complain about hot-air dryers maybe three hundred times, and I gave him an exasperated look.
"Rub your hands on your jeans," I said.
"Well, you got another date with lover-boy?"
"Oh, shut up," I said, mildly irritated. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. "
"Maybe he's talking his boss into keeping us here so he can have another date with you. "
Tolliver sounded so serious that I actually considered the idea for a minute, before I caught my brother's smirk. I smacked him lightly and got up, hanging my purse on my shoulder. "Jerk," I said, smiling.
"You two gonna go watch the sidewalks roll up?"
"No, we're going to a gospel singing on the courthouse lawn, evidently. " When Tolliver raised his eyebrows, I said seriously, "It's the last one of the season. " He laughed out loud.
I felt a little ashamed of myself, though, and when we were going back to the motel I said, "He's a nice guy, Tolliver. I like him. "
"I know," he said. "I know you do. "
nine
WE talked about approaching Vernon McCluskey when we were back at the motel. I was redoing my fingernails in a deep brown, and Tolliver was working a puzzle in a New York Times Sunday crossword collection. I knew what I was getting Tolliver for Christmas: some book containing the Hebrew alphabet. The Hebrew alphabet was a major feature of crossword puzzles, at least according to Tolliver, and he was totally ignorant about it. I might get him a world atlas, too. That way, if the question was "river in Siberia" he could damn well look it up, instead of asking me.
"Why are we talking to this asshole?" Tolliver asked. "He's made it clear he wants us out of here. Do we really need to find out about Helen Hopkins' relationship to her ex-husband? Why don't we just lie low until the sheriff lets us go? How long can he actually keep us here? Not long. One phone call to a lawyer, and we're out of here. "
I looked at Tolliver, the polish brush suspended over my little fingernail. "We don't want to be remembered here as people who were released because they couldn't find anything to pin on us, do we? You know how we operate. People will be calling Branscom to find out what kind of job we did. They'll ask him how cooperative we were. We need to look as though we're taking him seriously, that we're trying to get to the bottom of these deaths, too. That we care. "
"Do we care?" He tossed his pencil on top of the crossword puzzle book. "I think you do. "
I hesitated, taken aback by what sounded very much like an accusation. "It bothers you?"
"That depends on what you care about. "
"I kind of liked Helen Hopkins," I said at last, very carefully. "So, yeah, I'm upset that someone cracked her skull. I care that two young people were shot, that they died out in the woods, that people think the boy killed her and then himself. That's not what happened. "
"Do you feel like they're asking you to investigate?"
"They?"
"The dead people. "
I felt a big light bursting behind my eyeballs. "No," I said. "Not at all. Nobody knows better than I do that dead is dead. They're not wanting anything. Well, maybe Helen Hopkins was, but now she's released. "
"You don't feel an obligation?"
I polished my little fingernail. "Nope. We did what we were paid for. I don't like thinking about someone getting away with murder, but I'm not a cop, either. " I wished immediately that I hadn't added the last phrase.
Tolliver got to his feet, suddenly in a hurry. "I'm going to go wash the car. I'm pretty sure there's an Easy Klean right off Main Street. But I'll stop by the office to ask the McCluskey guy for the location. It'll give me an excuse to talk to him. I'll be gone about an hour, more or less. "
"Sure, that sounds good. You don't want me to talk to McCluskey?"
"No. He thinks you're the great Satan, remember? I'm just Satan's assistant. "
I smiled at him. "Okay, thanks. You want me to tell Hollis you're coming with us, tonight?"
"No, Harper. You go enjoy being a girl for a while. "
He didn't sound like he meant it. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Did you ever stop to think we could settle down in a town like this? We could quit what we're doing? We could get regular jobs?"
Of course I'd thought of it. "No," I said. "It's never crossed my mind. "
"Liar. You could date some guy like Hollis for real. You could work in a department store, or in an office. Somewhere with live people. "
I looked away from his face. "You could date a hundred Janines, or even wait for Mary Nell Teague to grow up," I countered. "You could get a job at a Home Depot. You'd be manager in no time. "
"Could we do that?" he asked. He didn't mean, could we do it if we had the option; we had the option, all right. He meant, was it possible for us to settle down to being regular citizens.
"It would be pretty hard," I said, after a pause, in a noncommittal voice.
"Getting a house might be the first step," he said.
I shrugged. "Could be. "
He shut the door behind him very quietly.
We didn't talk much about the future.
Of course, I'd had plenty of opportunities to think about it. We spent a lot of time driving. Though we listened to audiobooks and the radio, inevitably there were long periods of silence.
Though I didn't want to tell Tolliver this, I thought way too much about our past. I tried not to dwell on the squalor of daily life in that house in Texarkana. Mayb
e if I hadn't been raised so gently to start with, it wouldn't have bothered me quite so much. But the descent from pampered princess to virgin pussy peddled for drug money had been too shocking, too abrupt. I hadn't seasoned slowly enough. I'd acquired a hard brittle shell instead of toughening all the way through.
"Bullshit," I said out loud. "To hell with this. " I pushed introspection right out of my brain and turned on the television. My nails were beautiful by the time I finished with them.
Tolliver returned about four o'clock, a lot later than I'd expected. When he came in, I smelled a whiff of beer and sex. Okay, I told myself. Steady. Tolliver almost never drank much, and he wasn't drunk now. But the fact that he'd had a beer during the day, and the fact that he'd stayed away to have sex when he knew I'd be anxious - those were significant facts.
"Well, the car is clean," he said, "and I talked to former police officer McCluskey, who is without a doubt one of the most repellent people I've ever had a conversation with. "
"That's good, about the car," I said. I was pleased with how level my voice was. "What did McCluskey have to say? Anything interesting?"
"It took me forever to get him soothed down and to the point," Tolliver said.
"This is part of your build-up, to let me know what a tedious job I gave you?"
"Damn straight. I worked for this information. "
"Um-hmmm. "
"And I expect you to appreciate that. "
"Oh, believe me, I do. "
"Do I hear some sarcasm in your voice?"
"God forbid. "
"Then I'll finish what I was saying. "
"Please do. "
Tolliver sprawled on my bed, lying on his back with his arms flung out on either side.
"McCluskey - did I mention how nasty the man is? McCluskey's decided I'm your bodyguard, and he wanted to know how I managed to stay around you, since surely you were marked by the devil. "
"Oh, yeah? And I thought I'd showered real well. "
"You probably missed some Satan behind the ears. "
"Sorry about that. "
"Well, he thinks anything to do with contacting the dead, or seeing the dead, is a big church no-no, and anyone who claims to be able to do that is - "
"Let me guess - Evil?"
"How'd you know? Amazing! You're right!"
"Just lucky. "
"Anyway. " Tolliver yawned. "He heard about the boys this morning, and though he thought young men shouldn't hurt women, he also thought putting a scare in you was a good thing. "
"Oh, gee, thanks. "
"I told him it wasn't. " Tolliver sounded suddenly sincere. "I told him if anything happened like that again, I'd be forced to display some of my amazing bodyguard skills, learned at the Special Forces camp. "
"What Special Forces camp?"
"Obviously, the one that exists to train specially vicious and lethal bodyguards. "
"Oh, that one. "
"Right. Anyway, he swallowed some of that story, and he said that he was sure nothing else like that would happen to you here in Sarne, since Sheriff Branscom was so put out about your being threatened. "
"Well, actually, that's nice to know. "
"That's what I thought. Do you think it's safe for you to go out tonight?"
I stopped looking at my fingernails and started looking at Tolliver.
"I'm not trying to stop you," he said hastily. "You go on with Officer Friendly, if you want to. I'm just reminding you, this is a fundamentalist community and they don't admire your ability. "
I held my tongue for a long minute, trying to think through Tolliver's advice. But I heard myself saying, "It's okay for you to go out and get laid while you're getting the car washed, and it's not okay for me to go to a gospel singing?"
Tolliver's skin reddened. "I just don't want anything to happen to you," he said steadily. "You remember what happened in West Virginia. "
In West Virginia, the entire populace of a tiny hamlet had thrown rocks at our car.
"I remember," I said. "But it was a smaller place, and it had a strong leader who hated the whole idea of me. "
"You're saying there's no united front here in Sarne?"
I nodded.
"You may be right," he said, after a long moment. "But I just hate that anything. . . " his voice trailed off.
"I don't want to be the target of any kind of attack," I said, after a pause. "I do not. But I also don't want to cower in this hotel room. "
"And you want to see Hollis again. "
"Yes. "
He looked away for a second. "Okay. " He made himself nod. "It'll be good to go to something different. Have a good time. "
I definitely didn't want to stand out, but I also thought it might be disrespectful to under-dress. I had a hard time imagining what you'd wear to an al fresco gospel concert. I picked what I thought of as neutral clothes: good slacks, a sweater set, loafers. I snatched up a heavier jacket when Hollis picked me up. He was wearing new jeans and a corduroy shirt - the softest narrow-wale corduroy I'd ever seen. He had a jacket, too. And he was wearing cowboy boots, which surprised me.
"Nice footwear," I said.
He looked down, as if he'd never seen his boots before. "I used to do a little riding," he said. "I got to like 'em. "
He asked me how I was feeling after the incident of the morning, and I told him I was fine. That wasn't entirely accurate, but close enough. I didn't want to think about it anymore, and that was the truth.