“Everybody knows about my father, and Alta, and the gas station, now?”
“Only the current sheriff and a couple of her deputies know who was in that grave. The sheriff won’t say anything. Roy Lishkin was her grandfather. She doesn’t want anyone pointing fingers at him about your father’s death. As far as the gas station, the only ones left who might know anything are Sweetie Fairbairn, who apparently is gone for good, and of course Alta…”
“My father ruined Alta’s life, Mr. Elstrom. Her killing him was understandable, in a certain sick way.”
“Your mother died just a few months before the gas station.”
“Alta didn’t kill my mother. She fell, struck her head, just as we told Sheriff Roy.” She took a slow sip of coffee. “Will knowing all this really give you peace?”
“Peace is not a reasonable expectancy, but I am more than curious.”
“It was one of those spring days that can set the young on fire,” she said. “Alta screamed to go along when Georgie came by for Darlene. Darlene didn’t see any harm, so long as I came, too, to watch Alta. That was fine with me. There were worse things than riding around in Georgie’s convertible.”
“The gun?”
“Georgie’s dad got death threats from shutting down mills, putting folks out of work. He kept a revolver locked in the glove box. Georgie took it out, waved it around just to show off, and put it right back.” Her eyes filled with tears. “He forgot to lock it up. Certainly none of us thought it was loaded.”
She took a paper napkin from the chrome dispenser on the table and dabbed at her eyes.
“We stopped at that gas station for Cokes,” she said. “Alta was supposed to stay in the car. The rest of us went in. We bought the Cokes, and a Baby Ruth. Alta loved Baby Ruths. We’d just paid, when there was Alta, with that gun. She fired four times. The noise shocked the hell out of her, but she kept pulling the trigger. For the noise, I always thought; she loved the damned noise. At first, we didn’t know what she was shooting at; we were looking only at Alta. Then the poor young man made a noise, a horrible, grunting noise. He went down. He was gut shot, bleeding like hell. Georgie was the only one who thought to move. Darlene and me, we were frozen like statues. Georgie grabbed the gun, yelled at us to get in the car. I pushed Alta into the back, damned near sat on her to keep her down, and we flew out of there.”
She gave out a small sob.
“Evie?” the man called from the window.
She waved for him to stay away. “I’m fine, Gus. Fine.”
“No cops?” I asked.
She pulled out another napkin and rubbed at her eyes. “Darlene said they’d charge her and me and Georgie as accessories to murder. And with our mother so recently dead, they’d start poking around, wondering about our father. They’d find him in the woods, buried like a dog, she said. Georgie got bug-eyed hearing that; he didn’t know anything about Alta killing my father. Anyway, Darlene said there’d be more murder charges. Newspaper people would be everywhere. We’d be freaks, dirt-poor sickies from Dirt Bag, Minnesota. We’d be in prison for the rest of our lives. No sir, we didn’t call Sheriff Roy.”
“You wouldn’t have been charged.”
“I wasn’t taking that risk. I made up my mind right there in that convertible. I was legal, sixteen. If we could get away from that gas station without getting caught, and act normal for a couple of months, I’d be gone at the end of the school year. Besides, no way Georgie wanted to tell, either. It was his dad’s gun; his father could be blamed as an accessory, or something.”
I touched my side, where I’d been shot. “What happened to the gun?”
“Darlene took it from Georgie. He didn’t mind.”
“It’s gone now, along with the bullets that had been in the crime file all these years. Another loose end Ellie Ball doesn’t want lying around.”
She looked out the window again, at the darkness. “It was all so self-serving, of course. Georgie and me, leaving, we were looking out for ourselves.”
“And Darlene?”
“She was the only one who did the right thing. She stayed in Hadlow, looking out for Alta.”
For a minute, neither of us said anything.
“Remember I told you to go to the cops.” I said, finally. “That might still be good advice, as opposed to running.”
She turned from the window. “We get Channel 8 on cable here. I know what’s going on in Chicago. I go back, I’m in court for the rest of my life, trying to explain how I had nothing to do with killing poor Andrew, Mr. Stitts, Bob Norton, or even Georgie and Darlene. It would take a lifetime to explain all that. Then there’s all that money I gave away. Silas had no close relatives; just shirttail people he’d never even met. Court for the rest of my life on that, too. Hadlow? Court there, as well. And me with no money to pay lawyers for any of it. No, I can’t go back.”
“Especially since the likelihood of Alta ever corroborating your story is… remote?”
Gus had again come out to the counter, and was watching us with unblinking eyes. He looked strong enough to have quickly snapped a knife out of a stunted woman’s hand; cunning enough to know back roads that led to empty lands and hidden lakes, places so remote a smart-thinking person could dispose of a body and a car so that they would never be discovered.
“I’ve already paid plenty, Mr. Elstrom,” she said. “I paid with years of being afraid someone would come after me for being an accomplice to the murder of my father or that young man at that gas station. I paid, hiring Georgie Korozakis, knowing he could make up a story about that gas station any damned time he felt like it. I paid, thinking it was poor Andrew Fill who stole my money, then realizing it was my money that got him killed. I paid, knowing Mr. Stitts went off that roof because my sister wanted my money. And I paid, finding Bob Norton lying in my living room, feeling the wet of his life bleed out of him. I paid all that, and it still wasn’t enough.”
“They never demanded money?”
“I screamed at Alta, knife be damned, ‘Why didn’t you just ask for the money?’ The bitch just rolled her vicious, ugly eyes. ‘Georgie wanted you ripened to run.’”
“Ripened to leave it all behind, so he could make it look like you’d taken it all with you.”
“I imagine he’d funnied up some documents to let him loot Silas’s money with ease.”
“Killing you outright was too risky, because that would lead to probate, and Darlene wouldn’t get anything if you’d made out a will. You had to be set off running.” I nodded in admiration of the plan. “It was an even better scheme than they knew, because you running also took care of the problem of you and Silas not being married. If you were found dead, that would be exposed, and there’d be no money for anyone except his blood kin.”
“Too bad they never found that out, the damned greedy fools,” she said.
“They threatened to alibi each other for the gas station killing, and say you’d done the shooting?”
“And that I’d killed my father. Plus, they had those pictures that supposedly showed me up on the roof, cutting the rope. Combined with your testimony saying you’d found me covered with Bob Norton’s blood, kneeling over his corpse, and Georgie saying I certainly had motive to kill poor Andrew, the case against me would be too damning to survive.” She put her head in her hands. “There was nothing I could do but run.”