The refrigerator door opened. Ice clinked into glasses.
I put my hands on the window's sash and saw the screen blocking my way. "Wait," Robert whispered.
Like a blip traveling across a radar screen, Milton's aggrieved voice marked their progress through the dining room and into the main part of the house, where his words became audible. "These people havesomething, Stewart. They want financial records back to 1983. Does that sound like a coincidence to you?"
"Give me a break," Hatch said.
The footsteps advanced to the front of the big room. The two men dropped into chairs.
"My Louisville attorney wants me to separate our cases."
"These people don't know anything. They can't. It's as simple as that."
“I am not interested in going to jail. Jail is not in the program. Are you listening to me, Stewart?"
"Am I ever," Hatch said. “I've been listening to your hysterics all afternoon."
"Then hear this. If you go down, you go down by yourself."
"That's nice. Grennie, nobody is going down. It's all smoke. If you separate our cases, you make both of us look guilty. That's not exactly the perception we want to put out there."
"They're preparing indictments, how does that make us look?"
"You want to know why they're preparing indictments? Ashton went around taking statements from everyone under the sun. In the process, she rented cars, she flew in airplanes, she stayed in nice hotels and paid for expensive meals. Where does she come from? Kentucky. These people had noidea of the expenses she was running up. So she goes back home empty-handed."
"But—"
"Ashton gets back to bluegrass country and says, Sorry guys, no dice. Iknow that. Her boss says, Ashton, this is my job on the line here, we can't afford to give up now. So what do they do? They make up the indictments, Grennie, that's what they do, because the indictments justify her expenses. If nothing new turns up, hey, maybe they can cut a deal. It's about saving face, that's all."
"You can't argue away the break-in," Milton said.
"My system failed. A guy got into the building and trashed the computers. But, Grennie, our records, they were never touched. I guarantee it."
“I hope you're right," Milton said. “I'm too old for prison."
"So am I. Not to mention getting screwed eight ways to Sunday on the home front. I should never have put Laurie on the damn committee. Yet another example that trying to be good to people is generally a terrible idea. What about Rachel?"
"Rachel put a death lock on my wallet about a month before I gave her the best cosmetic surgery money can buy," Milton said. “I can't see her turning vindictive. Well, okay. We're just going around and around. I have to get home and change before I meet Ming-Hwa."
"You want something to worry about, pick her," Hatch said. "But what do I know?"
"You wish it was you instead of me," said Milton. They drifted to the front door and repeated half of what they had already said before Milton's size 13 wingtips clumped down the driveway.
Hatch closed the front door, walked to the staircase, and went up a few steps. He hesitated and began coming back down. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he turned toward the office. Robert winked at me and disappeared, leaving behind a vacant Robert-sized space.
The knob revolved, and the door began to swing open. I did the only thing I could, short of assault—at the moment Stewart Hatch walked into the room, I bit into time.
•When my eyes cleared, I was standing in an open field, experiencing the pains of my previous journeys, but to a lesser degree. Empty grassland rolled over the hills, and birds soared on outstretched wings through the flawless sky. I walked in what I hoped was the direction of the future Bayberry Lane, trying to remember the distance to the corner. When I thought I was getting close to the car, I did my trick and returned to the tiled border of a backyard swimming pool. Another foot to the right, and I would have been underwater.
My head felt fine, and my gut reported no more than a mild twinge. However, the woman wearing the bottom half of a bikini who was tilted back in the chaise ten feet in front of me seemed about to go into shock. She propelled herself forward and snatched up a towel. "Where didyou come from?"
"Miss, I'm as embarrassed as you are," I said. “I was hoping to findsomeone who could give me directions. I'm supposed to deliver this envelope to an address on Bayberry Lane, but I can't seem to find it. I hope you'll forgive me."
She tucked the ends of the towel under her arms and smiled. "Whose house are you looking for?"
"Mr. Hatch's," I said.
"Stewart?" She pointed without raising her arm. "That's his place." Fifty yards away, the gray deck jutted out over a smooth, vibrantly green lawn. I had come nowhere near the car. "Go down Elderberry, turn right on Loganberry and right again at the next corner."
When I turned the corner into Loganberry Street, Robert was leaning against the Taurus, grinning at me. "To hell with you," I said.
“I knew you didn't really need my help," Robert said. "But I hope you're going to tell me how you got away."
"Magic carpet," I said.
"Mysteriouser and mysteriouser. What do we do now?"
“I'm going to Laurie's, and you're not. Come to the Brazen Head tonight."
"You won't give me a ride back to town?"
"Robert," I said, “I don't think you'll have any trouble getting back to town by yourself."
He touched his forehead in a mocking salute and was gone. I went to the door of my car and heard someone say, "Mister?"
A woman in shorts and a halter top was staring at me from across the street. “I have to ask. How did youdo that?"
"My brother's been pulling that stunt ever since we were kids," I said. “It used to drive our mother crazy."
•106
•When Laurie opened her front door, I saw sheer, unalloyed pleasure radiating through all the complications of her beautiful face. "Ned! I'm so glad. Come in."
She moved into my arms. "Tell me about the funeral." “It was all right. An old friend of my mother's named Suki Teeter came, and so did Rachel Milton. The three of us had lunch afterward. Rachel isn't so bad, after all."
“I should phone her. Would you like to hear some good news? Ashleigh called to say they're working on the indictments. Grennie may not have long to enjoy true love."
"Even shitheads get the blues," I said.
"Let's celebrate with a really good bottle of wine." She went into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of Heitz Private Reserve cabernet and two glasses.
After I poured, she said, “I have to make sure this won't be too hard on Cobbie. I don't know how you explain to a kid that his father is going to jail, but I want to protect him. He's out with Posy, by the way. She took him to seeAladdin."
“It's nice to see you alone."
“I've been thinking." She leaned back into the sofa. "Columbia accepted Posy into their Ph.D. program. Cobbie's going to need more training than he could ever get here. New York might make a lot of sense for us."
"Would Posy stay on with you?"
"She'd jump at the chance, and having her with us would give Cobbie some continuity. Besides, I'm crazy about Posy Fairbrother—I don't want to lose her, either. If I bought a big apartment or a brown-stone, we'd all have enough privacy."