Louis glanced back at Mobley. He was playing “Yesterday.”
“Who would’ve thought,” Susan said softly.
“Thought what?”
“That for twenty years, this whole town looked at Jack Cade like a piece of garbage. And he’s probably innocent.” She shook her head. “I’ll go see Cade the first thing in the morning and give him the news.”
Louis thought about how Cade looked last night, standing in the dark, Issy in his arms, making threats. He thought of the knife Cade had thrown at his feet.
“Do you mind if I tell him?” he asked.
She frowned slightly. “Why?”
He took a drink. “We have some unfinished business,” he said.
Chapter Thirty-One
Louis swung the Mustang into the gravel drive of J.C. Landscaping and stopped. He could see Ronnie and Eric loading plants on the truck. Black clouds were rolling in overhead and he could hear the distant rumble of thunder.
Louis turned off the engine, picking up Cade’s knife from the passenger seat. He got out and started toward the truck.
Ronnie saw him coming and nudged Eric. Both of them stopped working, waiting for Louis to get closer.
“You’ve got no business here,” Ronnie said coldly.
“I need to see your father.”
Ronnie’s eyes dropped to the knife in Louis’s hand. “Why? He fired you.”
Louis hesitated, knowing he needed something to say to Ronnie.
“Look, Ronnie, I owe you an apology. I know you didn’t kill Kitty and I shouldn’t have accused you without cause. Especially in front of your son.”
Ronnie glanced at Eric, and his face softened. He ran an arm across his forehead and pulled off his work gloves.
“Okay. I appreciate that.”
“And I think we can prove your father didn’t kill her either.”
Ronnie’s eyes widened, then he broke into a slow smile. “That’s great,” he said. “I mean, that’s really great. Did you hear that, Eric?”
Eric’s sour expression didn’t change.
“Where’s your father?” Louis asked.
Ronnie motioned toward the trailer. “He’s over there, on the porch. He’s sick.”
“He’s hung over,” Eric muttered.
Louis headed across the yard toward the front of the trailer. He could see Cade sitting in a plastic chair, his feet propped up on the wooden spool table. Cade took a drink, and set the beer can on his knee, watching Louis approach.
Louis came up to him and stopped. He brought Cade’s knife from his side and stuck it hard into the top of the wooden spool. Cade glanced at it.
“What do you want? I fired you.”
“We need to talk,” Louis said.
Cade’s eyes flicked beyond Louis. Louis turned to see Ronnie and Eric coming up behind him.
“Dad, did he tell you?” Ronnie asked.
“Tell me what?”
“Louis says he can prove neither of us killed Kitty.”
Cade didn’t move.
“Dad?”
Cade slowly pulled his legs off the table and set the beer down next to the knife.
“So now you believe I was set up. Took you long enough.”
Louis started to say something but stopped. First, he just didn’t like agreeing with anything Cade said, but there was something else too, pulling at him.
“I’m waiting, Louie. You believe now that somebody stole my tool and threw those panties in my truck?”
Louis ignored him, trying to focus in on what it was that was bothering him. He could accept that the real killer had found Cade’s tool and used it on Kitty. But how could the killer have known the semen on the panties would match Cade’s blood type? He would have had to have been damn sure-or damn lucky-to set Cade up.
Cade was talking about money now, but Louis wasn’t listening. He was seeing Joyce Novick, and hearing how she described Jack Cade.
He looked at me and. . he touched himself.
“So, Louie. Who can I sue?”
Louis looked back at Cade. He was standing there, scratching his stomach.
“We can sue? I thought you told me we couldn’t,” Ronnie said. “How much can we get?”
“Millions,” Cade said, looking at Louis. “Right?”
“Forget that for now,” Louis said. “I need to talk to you, Cade. Alone. Let’s take a walk.”
Cade followed Louis toward the front gate. When they had gone about halfway, Louis stopped and turned. He was facing the sun and he moved so that he could see Cade’s face clearly.
“So,” Cade said, “what do we have to talk about?”
“The panties in your truck.”
“What about them?”
“How did the semen get on them?”
Cade shrugged. “Well, that’s obvious, ain’t it? That girl’s killer left it, you know, as part of the setup.”
Louis shook his head. “The killer would’ve had to know that those stains would match your blood type. How did he know that, Jack?”
Cade scratched his chest, then looked off across the yard. “You already know the answer, don’t you?” he said.
“I want to hear you say it.”
Cade hesitated. “I found the panties on the floor of the truck in the morning when I was leaving for work. I knew Ronnie had taken the truck out the night before. I figured he just got lucky.”
Louis shook his head. “You said he was a loser around girls, a virgin. Try again, Cade.”
Cade shrugged. “Okay, so he was a horny kid who couldn’t get laid. He found the panties and jacked off in them. He didn’t do nothing wrong.”
Louis stared at Cade. ”You lying sonofabitch. You found those panties that morning and you jacked off in them.”
For a moment, they just stared at each other. Then Cade wiped his mouth with his arm. “You’re going to believe what you want about me,” he said. “Just like everyone else.”
Louis turned away, walking toward his car. Thunder rolled overhead as shadows from the clouds moved across the ground.
“Hey, Louie,” Cade called. “Who’s going to handle this lawsuit thing for me? That bitch lawyer?”
Louis didn’t turn. He was finished here. “She can’t. Find someone else.”
“I don’t know any fucking lawyers,” Cade hollered, hurrying after him. He grabbed Louis’s arm, spinning him around. “You need to find me someone.”
Louis jerked his arm free. “I don’t need to do anything for you.”
Cade glared at him, then turned, heading back to his trailer. Louis started to get in the Mustang, but paused. He could see Ronnie and Eric over Cade’s shoulder as they tried to load a large potted plant onto the truck. It tipped, scattering dirt at their feet.
Louis shook his head slowly. Damn, he wasn’t finished. He did need to do something.
“Cade!” Louis called out.
Cade turned and waited.
“I’ll find a lawyer,” Louis said. “But for Ronnie and Eric, not you.”
Cade gave him a wave of his hand and kept walking.
Chapter Thirty-Two
The Guilty Party was packed with lawyers, a smokey blur of white shirts and loosened ties. Louis spotted Scott Brenner in the back, a pool cue in his hand.
As Louis wove his way through the crowd, Scott saw him and waved him closer. Scott extended a hand, which Louis took.
“Give me a minute here, would you, Louis? I’m about to kick some very expensive ass.”
Louis watched as Scott sank the last of the striped balls, then snapped the eight ball into the side pocket. His opponent, a small man with thin brown hair handed Scott some bills and moved to the bar.
Scott turned toward Louis. “You want to play?”
“No thanks. Like I said when I called, I need to talk to you about Jack Cade.”