She nodded. “There are a few things we need to discuss. Will you be in the office tomorrow?” she asked him.
“Nope. I’m pretty much done here.”
“What do you mean?”
He leveled his gaze on her. “I’m through with this. It wasn’t what I signed up for.”
“You mean you’re quitting?”
“Been there, done that, as they say.”
“What will happen now?”
“They’re plenty of folks wanting this job. They’re welcome to it.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Me?” He thought about it. “First thing I’m gonna do is go fishing.”
She thought he was done, but he stared back out at the bay and continued, “Hasn’t been one bad thing that a few days of fishing didn’t cure, at least for me. Even my divorce. Thing is, though,” he massaged his forehead over one eye, “I don’t think I can ever get that picture of Andy out of my mind.”
40
Chief Redbone left not long after that. Laura remained until it was dark, staring out at the bay and the ocean beyond. It was a short walk to the Gibson Inn, but as Laura started back she became aware of someone in the corner of her eye angling toward her at a rapid pace.
She was reaching for the Sig Sauer on her hip when she smelled the aftershave.
Old Spice. A familiar shape.
She left the gun where it was as Frank Entwistle materialized beside her. She heard the tiny wheezes through his nostrils he always made whenever he tried to keep up with her.
“What are you doing here?”
“Thought you could use some backup. Emotionally speaking.”
“Emotionally speaking.”
“Yeah, you know. Be your sounding board.” He waved his cigarette and the cherry danced around them like a flying saucer.
Laura was weary of this.
“If you’re so tuned in to me and my problems, why didn’t you give me a heads-up on the booby trap?” Why didn’t you save Andy Descartes?
In the dark, his face was the color of ash and about as amorphous. “Could you slow down a little? You know I have a bum knee.”
He stopped, so she stopped too. “To answer your question, I’m not a mind-reader. I don’t have a crystal ball either.”
“Then what the hell are you?”
He shrugged his shoulders in his ill-fitting coat and loosened his tie.
“I been tryin’ to figure it out. You’re not the only one who’s affected by this situation.” He swiped at his forehead with the back of his hand. “Damn, it’s humid here. This is only a hunch, kiddo, but it could be I’m part of your subconscious.”
Laura watched as a stream of cars came down the Gorrie St. Bridge, headlights flaring behind the dead homicide dick and turning him into a silhouette.
“Why are you here?”
He shrugged. “Beats me.”
“Then why do you keep showing up?”
“Look, you’re the one who’s pulling all the strings. It’s pretty clear you need me.”
“Need you?”
Her phone chirped. She recognized the number that flashed on the screen—Victor’s home phone.
Frank was saying, “If I were you I’d—“
“Just a second,” she said to Entwistle, holding up a hand. She wanted to catch Victor before it went to voice mail. Maybe he’d had some luck tracing Lundy.
Entwistle said: “You sure you want to answer that?” just as Victor said something in her ear.
Laura stared from the phone in her hand to Entwistle. “Why wouldn’t I want to an—”
“Why wouldn’t you what?” asked Victor.
Laura looked at the spot where Entwistle had been. Gone.
Gradually it came through, what Victor was saying.
Frank Entwistle was right; Laura wished she could somehow deflect the words coming from Victor’s mouth.
41
SUMMER
Summer didn’t like lying to her mom, but she knew she’d never get to meet James if she didn’t. There was no way she was going to miss out on the most important day of her life.
“You sure Chrissy’s mom’ll bring you home?” her mom said as they pulled up in front of McDonalds.
“Uh-huh.”
“I don’t want to impose.”
“She doesn’t mind. She likes driving.”
“You have to be home by nine o’clock. No later.”
“Sure, Mom.”
She got out of the car, holding her new shoulder-strap purse that went with her sandals, leaning in and giving her mom a kiss on the cheek. And then she was free.
Her mom pulled out and nearly got wiped out by a bigger SUV. She never did pay attention to her driving. She was just totally unawares, driving away but looking back, waving. As if she’d never see her again.
She always did that.
Her mom treated her like a kid in so many ways, but she also treated her as if she was already an adult. She really liked to “talk things out.” Communication was a big thing in their house. Her mom—who had just recently asked Summer to call her Beth—always said, “There’s no problem too big to tackle if we just communicate.”
Summer glanced at her watch. Seven o’clock. She was glad about the timing. Butthead Bryan was coming over tonight, and when that happened, her mom, who was usually pretty level-headed, kind of lost it. She would do anything for him. She acted like a servant, waiting on him hand and foot. Bryan would be thrilled that she, Summer, was out of the way, over at a friend’s house. That way they could do the nasty.
She knew that James wouldn’t pat her butt the way Bryan patted her mom’s, right in front of her. James had respect for women. When she and James made love, it would be beautiful. It would be right.
She found a table by the window inside so she could see the parking lot. It wasn’t dark yet, but it was getting harder to see, especially because headlights were just coming on and they glared in the plate glass windows. Still, she’d know a Z4 anywhere.
She waited, and she waited.
It was getting darker by the minute. Every time a car pulled into the parking lot, she felt this incredible thrill. But none of them was a Z4. She glanced at her watch again. Had it really been ten minutes?
That was when the first doubt crept in. Maybe he was going to stand her up. She pictured having to walk to Chrissy’s in the dark and facing her friends, telling them he didn’t show up.
No. He wouldn’t do that. She and Jamie had some very open and honest conversations in the two and a half months since they’d met on WiNX, had talked for hours online and on the phone. She had fallen in love with him even before she knew what a hunk he was.
She knew he loved her. He sent her the MP3. He wouldn’t have done that if he wasn’t planning to meet her.
Of course her dad found out and took the MP3 player. He even read their e-mails!
Her face flamed as she thought of that.
“Summer?”
She looked in the direction of the voice. A middle-aged guy was making his way through the restaurant toward her.
“Are you Summer?” he asked.
“Uh-huh.” She waited for him to come up to her. He was breathing through his mouth and sweating from the heat. He wasn’t much taller than she was and looked a little like Mr. Murray, who taught fifth-period math.
“I’m a friend of James. He got tied up and couldn’t make it, so he asked me to pick you up.” The man added, “I bet you’re thinking you shouldn’t go with me, but really, it’s all right. James is staying with me while he’s here.”