"Now what?" he asked. He had one uncontrolled eye that would wander toward the outside edge of his eye socket, then pop back to the center.
"We're cops," Lucas said. "We need to talk to you about some friends of yours."
"Ah, man, they're gonna break my arms out there," he said.
"That's why we were careful about putting you in here. And you'll stay for a couple days," Orff said.
"What do I get?" Clark asked. His eye wandered off.
"I'll leave two hundred fifty dollars with Jon, earmarked for a TV," Lucas said.
Clark brightened, but then tried to frown. "That's it?"
"That's it," Lucas said. "We're not asking you to talk about anybody in here. We want to know about the Mack brothers."
"I'm gonna have to have something more," Clark said.
"There is no more," Del said. "We're buying this TV out of our own pockets. The courts aren't involved, the prosecutors, nobody. We can't do a thing for you, except the TV"
"How about some lunch money, some-"
"Nothing," Lucas said. He looked at his watch. "If you pick out a cheap TV, you can have the rest of the two-fifty. Start talking, or we start walking. We don't have time to screw around."
Clark scratched his mustache, arched his eyebrows, and said, "Be a hardass. Okay. I don't know what I can tell you…"
"How well do you know the Macks?"
"Pretty good. We used to hang together, years ago. When they were just getting started with Cherries. I'd still go by a couple nights a week, when I was in the Cities."
"Joe Mack is on the run, on a kidnap-murder," Del said. "Who'd put him up? Who'd hide him?"
"You know about his dad over in Wisconsin…"
"Yeah, Ike. We're headed that way."
"You know… murder-kidnap doesn't sound like Joe. Was he high on something?"
"Not as far as we know. He did it cold-strangled a woman. Mother of two little daughters."
"Jeez. That really doesn't sound like Joe. You sure you got the right guy?"
"Yes. He flipped out," Lucas said. "Look, you haven't earned a TV set yet."
"A guy named Phil Lighter, who lives west of here, somewhere," Clark said. "West of Stillwater. He drives for a limo service over in Minneapolis."
"How are they connected?" Del asked.
"Old friends. Go back to school. This one time, some school-kids found a dead wolf with his tail cut off, and they called the game wardens, and somebody said Phil had been driving round with a bushy tail on his car, and they went looking for him," Clark said. His eye wandered off, he blinked, and it popped back. "The story was, Phil went down and hid out with Joe for the rest of the winter and spring. By the summer, when he went back home, the wardens, you know, they'd given it up. They didn't have any real proof, and the case was so long gone, they'd just moved on, I guess."
"So he owes Joe," Orff said.
"Well, that was a long time ago. But, you know what I mean. They're that kind of buddies. I mean them crick dicks, they get pretty harsh if you go killing a wolf."
"Who else?" Del asked.
"I only know one more where he might hide, this guy named James…" WHEN THEY WALKED out of the prison, leaving behind an envelope with $250, Del said, "This James guy sounds like a figment of somebody's imagination. But I'd like to talk to Lighter."
"Yeah." Lucas looked at his cell phone: call from Virgil, a half hour past. Lucas punched the redial and Virgil came up.
"You oughta come over here," Virgil said. "I got somebody I want you to hear."
"Weather's okay?"
"Yeah, she's doing something right now. Some kid was messing around with a nail gun, and nailed his face."
"Be there in half an hour," Lucas said. VIRGIL WAS SITTING in the lounge reading a Men's Journal when Lucas and Del walked in. He dropped it on the couch and stood up and stretched and said, "Weather just called me. She's done, but she has to hang around for a while-she needs to talk to some parents about care, and stuff."
"So what's up?" Lucas asked.
"Come on back," Lucas said. "I got to chatting with this woman, this nurse, who was in the pharmacy when the old guy got kicked to death."
"Baker," Lucas remembered.
"Yeah. Dorothy." Virgil led them down a couple of corridors, to a small office full of nurses looking at clipboards and files. He spotted Baker, who was staring at a computer screen, and called, "Dorothy…"
Baker saw him, smiled, walked across the room, and Virgil held the door so she could step into the hallway. Virgil said, "Let's go down to the lounge in Imaging."
They found a waiting area for people lined up for CAT scans; nobody there, and they took chairs, and Virgil introduced them. Then Virgil said, "So I was talking with Dorothy, here, about the idea that one of these guys was a doctor. I asked her why she thought he might be a doctor."
He nodded at Baker, who turned to Lucas and Del and said, "I didn't really remember why I thought that, until I was talking to Virgil…" She patted Virgil's arm. "… and then I remember, when we were going over everything, word for word, that one of these men asked, 'What about this?' And the other man said, 'Lortab. It's hydrocodone with acetaminophen.' The way he knew that, and the way he said, 'a-seat-a-min-o-phen,' which is this funny-looking word if you don't say it all the time, made me think he was a doctor." She hesitated, then said, "Maybe."
"The next thing is, Dorothy told the Minneapolis cops that he had some kind of an accent. The guy who came in later, who they didn't see. So, I'm pretty good with accents…"
She laughed, and patted his arm again. "Every one of his accents sounds exactly the same. Like Wile E. Coyote."
"That's not what you said at the time," Virgil said.
"But she's right," Del said.
Baker said, "Virgil got me laughing, and then we were trying out all those accents, you know, Mexican, German, French. And I thought, you know, he did sound like a French guy. But I couldn't swear to it."
"And that's about it," Virgil said to Lucas. He turned to Dorothy. "You've been great. Thank you."
"If there's anything else, just call," she said.
When she was gone, Virgil said, "I believe her about the doctor thing. Del says, why would a doc go down for that little money? But I just believe her. She talks to doctors and nurses and administration people and orderlies all day, and if she said the guy was a doc, I believe it. Then, when she decided that the accent might have been French…"
Lucas took a minute to get it: Gabriel Maret.
He said, "Ah, boy. Do we know where Gabe was, when Weather arrived?"
"He got there a couple minutes before she did," Virgil said. "He was still in street clothes. They were talking outside the OR."
"Now I don't know what to do," Lucas said. "And I don't buy it, Virgil-he's a good man. Not only that, he's got a load of money."
"For sure?"
Lucas made a face, then, "Well, that's what I understand."
"Okay. But I thought I should run it by you. You're the big guy."
Lucas said, "Let's see how many more Frenchies there are in the hospital. Medical people who know how to say a-ceet-ohmy-a-fin."
Virgil corrected him, "A-seat-a-min-o-phen."
"Let's see how many there are," Lucas said. "Christ, I don't even want to mention this to Weather. She's gonna go ballistic."
"You could chicken out-tip Marcy's investigators, let them take the heat," Del said.
Lucas: "I suppose."