“I think she did.”
“I’m sorry, man.”
“She’s a grown woman. She does what she wants.”
“Hey, she’s the one messing up here. You’re good people, Hap. It’s her loss. Even if Hanson probably has a bigger dick.”
“Thanks, Leonard, that perked me right up.”
“Hey. We friends, or what?”
28.
It’s hard to deal with knowledge like that. Dead kids under a house, a killer on the loose, and his prime time for new murder fast approaching, and then there was the matter of my woman done gone off and left me for an older man, and me and Leonard were building a porch.
Fortunately, the work we were doing was soothing. I had begun to like the lumber, the feel and smell of it in the hot open air. I liked the sensation of taking something weak and insubstantial and turning it into something solid and pleasing. I liked helping MeMaw.
MeMaw looked rough that day, but she gave us a dentured smile and invited us in for late-morning coffee. We drank it, even though we were already floating in our own. We finished that up, she asked us to help her to bed, said she felt weaker than usual and wanted to be perked for when her baby boy showed up. We helped her out of the walker and onto the bed and Leonard covered her with a light blanket and turned a fan on to circulate the warm air.
“Won’t our hammering bother you?” I asked her.
“Tired as I am, only one can wake me up is the Lord. And he gonna have to shout today.”
“Rest, MeMaw.”
She looked so ancient lying there. Not like a person, but like a praying mantis. All bone and tight-stretched skin. She was asleep before we could leave the room.
We worked as quietly as possible, and long about noon, Leonard decided he wanted hamburgers and fries and was going to use one of Uncle Chester’s coupons to get it. I stayed to crawl beneath the house and pull out some old lumber that was under there so we could take it to the dump. It had fallen out from beneath the porch ages ago and was wet and rotten and an invitation to termites.
I was doing that when the porch above me squeaked like a sick rat. I figured it was Leonard. I crawled back to the front of the house and out from under the porch and stood up, ready for a burger. But it wasn’t Leonard. It was a black man about my size and age, and I knew who he was immediately, though we had never met. He has wearing a cheap blue suit and was looking at me like I was a snake that had crawled out from under the house.
“Who are you?” he said, and he had the look of someone ready to fight.
“Hap Collins,” I said. “You’re Hiram, right?”
He eyed me for a second. “How’d you know that?”
“I’ve seen your picture. I’m a friend of MeMaw’s. Me and my buddy Leonard are fixing her porch.”
“Where’d she get the money for that?”
“Doesn’t need any. She paid in pie.”
He grinned slowly, and when he grinned, damned if he didn’t have that confident air Leonard’s got, like he’s immortal and knows it. MeMaw was right. They did favor.
I stuck out my hand. “Good to meet you.”
“You too,” he said, and we shook.
“She’s sleeping. Said she was resting up for you. I didn’t know she meant you were coming today.”
“She didn’t know exactly, but I called and told her it was likely. I always come around this time of year. It’s my vacation time from work.”
He nodded toward his white van in the drive. I saw on the driver’s door the stenciled words EASTEX SCHOOL SUPPLIES.
“That’s right,” I said, “you’re a salesman.”
“I can sell socks to a legless man, Hap.”
He certainly sounded as if he could. I said, “But you don’t sell socks to schools.”
“Nope.”
“Pencils? Notebooks?”
“Nothing like that. They get that stuff at the drugstore. I carry stuff like American and Texas flags, sell those on the spot. Take orders for flagpoles, podiums, sweatshirts, senior rings. That kind of thing. Mostly it’s riding around and talking and showing my teeth a lot.”
Across the street, Leonard pulled into the drive and got out with a greasy white burger bag. He crossed over and nodded at Hiram. He said, “MeMaw’s baby boy.”
Hiram grinned. “That’s me. You Hap’s friend?”
“Gosh,” Leonard said, “I hate getting put on the spot like that.”
Hiram laughed like that was really funny. You could certainly see the salesman in him, but he seemed like an all-right kind of cuss too.
“We can split this stuff with you,” I said.
“Naw, thanks. I reckon Mama’s got something in the box in there.”
“Just stuff that tastes like ambrosia of the gods,” Leonard said. “Can’t figure why you’d want to eat that and not share our burger.”
“I got a strong character,” Hiram said. “I’m gonna tiptoe in here and check on Mama. You boys take it easy. And thanks for doing this work. I wasn’t so damn tired right now, I’d help you. I been driving all over. Come in from El Paso today.”
“That’s on the other side of the world,” I said.
“Yeah.”
“Say, Hiram,” Leonard said. “We’re gonna work a little more, then clean up some of this lumber and stuff, then we’re gonna knock off a bit. We gotta run in and get some nails, a few things to finish out.”
“Need money for it?” Hiram said.
“It’s on us,” Leonard said.
Hiram smiled at us and thanked us, and quietly went inside and closed the door.
Way the world was, the things I knew about, it was good to see everything wasn’t crazy. Good to be reminded sons still loved their mamas and came home to see them. Not everyone had dead children under their house.
About two that afternoon, right after we’d come back from the lumber yard with nails and stuff, Hanson pulled up in Uncle Chester’s driveway and got out. He had the white cop Charlie with him. Charlie was wearing the same sheen-green Kmart suit he’d had on last time, but he’d added a porkpie hat to his outfit. Maybe to keep that pesky fly off his head.
Charlie stayed by the car, and Hanson walked across to MeMaw’s where we were working.
“You boys got a moment?” he said.
We put up our materials and crossed the street and went into the house with them. Before we could get seated at the kitchen table, Hanson said, “Charlie’s in on it, boys. I had to have some help.”
I looked at Charlie. He looked the way he always looked. Calm, a little bored, old-looking for his age, disinterested, dumb. I figured he was about as dumb and disinterested as the proverbial fox. When we were seated, I said, “OK. How’d it go?”
“Well, he was down there,” Hanson said.
“Identify him?” Leonard said.
“It’s Illium Moon. Looks like a suicide. Providing you accept the old bookmobile in the pond method.”
“That’s unusual, all right,” I said.
“I’ve seen weirder,” Hanson said. “I seen a guy that had frayed a lamp cord, plugged the good end into a socket, put the frayed end in a cup of water, along with his dick. Barbecued that fucker.”
“His dick?” Leonard said.
“The rest of him too,” Hanson said.
“About Illium,” I said. “Find the goods on the couch?”
“Yep.”
“And?”
“I think it’s like you guys think,” Hanson said. “A setup. It’s too goddamned cute.”
“Yeah,” Charlie said. “Some of those kids’ clothes were new. Could be of recent victims, but we don’t think so.”
Hanson said, “Whoever did Moon in wanted to make him look like he killed some kids and had some souvenirs from the killings, but he didn’t want to give up his own souvenirs, ’cause I’m sure he’s got ’em. A killer like this has always got ’em. A few magazines he’s willing to lose, but the actual clothes his victims wore, that’s much too special for a dick like this.”
“Couldn’t part with the stuff,” Charlie said, “so he went and bought some at Kmart. I checked myself. Kmart is where I like to shop.”
“They got some deals all right,” I said.
“Yeah, and they take shit back easy, it don’t fit right,” Charlie said.