Promise Falls was still a small town in many ways, even if there were more than thirty thousand people living here.
Trish.
He didn’t think about her quite as often. Hell, she crossed his mind only every ten minutes now, instead of every five. How many times had he apologized to her? Said he was sorry? That what he’d done, he really wasn’t like that? He’d just lost his head for a second. She’d actually told him once that she’d forgiven him. But that didn’t mean she was coming back.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Trevor wished he could turn back the clock, start over. You make one stupid mistake, and you never stop paying for it.
He was slipping into the office to drop off the clipboard when he felt a hand slap him atop the shoulder.
“How’s it hanging?” Finley asked.
Trevor Duckworth spun around. “Hey, good, Mr. Finley. Things are good.”
“I told you before, you call me Randy.”
“Randy, yeah. Just did a run, left the truck at the dock so they can load it up again. Think I’m doing a run to Syracuse today.”
“Sounds good, sounds good.” Finley’s smile was wide enough to show off his crooked teeth. “I was gonna get myself some horrible coffee. Want a cup?”
Trevor didn’t, but it didn’t seem like a good idea to say no. Finley went over to the coffee machine sitting on a table in the corner of the room, glanced into two empty mugs to see whether they were relatively clean, and filled them.
“You know, I make this coffee with our own springwater, and it still tastes like shit. What do you take?”
“Some milk, if you’ve got it.”
“That all?”
“Yeah?”
“Because I usually add something a bit stronger.” He went over to his desk, opened a drawer, and took out a bottle of whiskey. He poured a shot into the coffee, held out the bottle to Trevor, and said, “You?”
“No, sir. I mean, no, thanks, Randy. I’m heading back out soon.”
“Of course you are,” he said, and tucked the bottle back into his drawer. He came around the desk and parked his butt on the edge, took a sip. “It does make bad coffee better. There’s not much it doesn’t make better.”
Trevor smiled as he took a sip out of his mug. The boss was right. It was bad.
“You’re working out real good,” Finley said. “I’ve been asking around, and everyone’s happy with you. I mean, you’re new, and you still got time to fuck up, but so far, so good.” Finley laughed.
“I’m glad to have a job,” Trevor said. “I like driving around. It gives you time to think.”
“Sure, it would. You got a lot on your mind?”
“Not really.”
“When I was your age, what I had on my mind most was pussy.” He laughed. “Not that anything has really changed. But I am, for the purposes of the official record, a happily married man.”
“Yeah, well, you know.”
“And I don’t mean to brag, but I got my fair share of it,” he said. Patting his belly, he said, “Hard to believe, but at one time I cut a slightly more dashing figure. These days, looking down, I can’t even find my cock. Even when it’s standing at attention.” Another grin. “But as long as someone can find it, then all’s right with the world.”
“Sure,” Trevor said.
Finley pointed a friendly finger toward him. “But I’ll tell you this. I may come across sometimes as a bit of a pig, but—”
“Not at all.”
“But I always treat women with respect. When men get together, sure, we may say the odd comment a woman might interpret as disrespectful, but we don’t mean it that way, do we?”
“No,” Trevor said.
“But when we’re with them, we treat them right. That’s what I do. I admit, there was an incident a few years ago you may have heard about. I accidentally hurt a young woman—”
“I remember something about that,” Trevor said. “Wasn’t she fifteen?” He hadn’t meant anything by it, then realized he might be coming off as judgmental. So he quickly added, “But I could be wrong about that.”
“No, no, you’re right. My weaknesses have been well documented. I did end up striking this woman, but it was a reflexive action caused by some carelessness on her part during a moment of intimacy.”
Trevor looked at him, not comprehending.
Finley said, “She bit my dick.” When Trevor had nothing to say, the former mayor continued. “So I can understand when even a well-intentioned man such as yourself can have a moment when he makes an error in judgment.”
Trevor felt his insides weaken.
“You probably don’t know this, but the Vandenburgs have been friends of mine going way back. Did you know that?”
Trevor shook his head.
“I’ve known Patricia — Trish — since she was a little girl. An adorable child, and a lovely young woman. It was a shame, what happened between you two.”
Trevor Duckworth said, “I... I don’t see... I should go.”
“No, you stay right here. In fact, why don’t you close the door. Yeah, that’s good. It’s better to be able to talk in private.” He took another sip of his spiked coffee. “I believe, every once in a while, people deserve a break. The benefit of the doubt. I’m betting you never, ever meant to hurt that girl.”
“It was...”
“An accident? Well, I’m not sure you’d call it that. It’s not like you ran into the back of her with a shopping cart at the grocery store, is it?”
Trevor’s face flushed. “I never... I mean, I told her I was sorry.”
“Have you considered how lucky you were?” Finley asked. “That she didn’t have you charged? Because I can tell you, she did think about it.” He paused. “I guess you didn’t know that hiring you was the second favor I had done for you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Trish is kind of like a niece to me. I’m her unofficial uncle.”
“You talked to Trish?”
“I told you, we lived next door to the Vandenburgs for years. When you punched her in the face—”
“I didn’t punch her; I—”
“When you punched her in the face, she came to me. She was afraid to go to Duffy and Mildred — you know, her parents — for fear Duffy would grab a gun and blow your fucking head off. She said to me, ‘No man will ever hit me twice.’ Trish is a strong woman. She was done with you at that moment, and there was never a snowball’s chance in hell she’d ever go back with you. Her question was whether to file a complaint.”
Trevor tried to find his voice. “It was all so stupid. It was a dumb argument; that’s all it was. I wanted to go back to Germany, maybe find a job there, and she said it was time to settle down here and do something with our lives, you know? And she started attacking me, criticizing me, saying I couldn’t figure out what to do with my life, and she was waving her hands at me, and I thought she was actually going to swat me or something, and I came at her backhanded, but I ended up hitting her in the side of the head. It was a fucking accident. I swear to God.”
“Trish told me she stayed in her apartment for three days till the bruising went down,” Finley said.
Trevor could think of nothing to say to that.
“So, she asked me what I thought she should do. I told her she was fully within her rights to charge you. That you had assaulted her. I even offered to go to the Promise Falls police with her. They got a woman chief now, as you’d well know, and I can’t imagine she’d have liked the sounds of what you did. But I also spelled out for her the pitfalls. That, first of all, your father is a detective with the force, and there would be a lot of attention surrounding the case because of that. Her parents would learn details about her life she might rather they not know. There was no telling what might come out about her own background. Not that there was anything that salacious, but in a trial, the most innocent things can be made to sound sordid. No one knows better than me about that.”