her.â
âMmm.â Jason considered the question. âDonât really know. He likes her, you can see that. Doesnât tell me much. If he talked about her more, itâd be with Linda.â
Like son, like father, Kyra thought. âI had a sense Linda doesnât find Cindy a total charmer.â
âItâs not so much she doesnât like her, itâsâI donât know, kind ofâsee, theyâre both so young, Linda thinks Derekâs got to finish his schooling, find a professionâheâs good with big machines, but he needs to get work. Cindyâs okay, butâyou know what I mean?â
Could mean lots of things, Jason, but I donât know which ones you mean.
âLetâs find Sarah McDougal,â said Noel.
Jason returned to the car. Kyra and Noel went up the walk to a white-shingled house. Kyra rang the bell. From behind the door the sharp yips of a dog. Then a voice said, âMy daughterâs not here.â
Kyra said, âItâs you we want to talk to, Mrs. McDougal.â
âWhat do you want?â
âWeâre investigating the beating of the young man. We hear you found him.â
The door opened a crack, a chain across the space. White curly hair, thick glasses covering brown eyes above a red nose. The dog yipped harder. âGo lie down!â The dog shrank away. âYouâre not the police.â
Kyra said, âNo, weâre friends of the young manâs father, weâre trying to help him.â
âWell, come in.â The door closed, re-opened wider without the chain. âThis was once a peaceful neighbourhood.â Noel closed the front door. Using a walker, she led the way into a living room to the right. She sat on a straight-backed red-upholstered chair. âHave a seat.â
Noel and Kyra sat on a white couch. âCan you tell us about that evening?â
âToo many cars, too many.â
âCars?â
âWillie and I were going to take a walkââ she pointed to the dog, now lying on a blanketââthatâs Willie. All these cars kept roaring by, right up to the cement blocks. And one across the street. And they parked there for a while.â
âHow long?â
âTen minutes? Fifteen? I donât know, I didnât have a watch.â
âDo you know what kind of cars?â
âAnd trucks. I told all this to the police.â
Noel asked, âHow many trucks?â
âThat I know. One up there. And two cars.â
âOld? New?â
âI donât know those things. I donât follow vehicle styles.â
âAnd where were you?â
âJust outside the door. Willie didnât want to go for his walk with all those people there. Did you, Willie?â Willie looked up for a moment. âWe waited till they left andâoh, we waited after that too. I think.â
âAnd why was that?â Kyra spoke as gently as she could.
Mrs. McDougal squeezed her eyes tight. âIâm trying to remember . . .â Her eyes opened wide. âThe other truck. Across the street. Somebody had got out. He was the second. He walked toward the first truck, I remember that. Then I didnât see him anymore. Then the other cars came, and finally they drove away. Roaring down the road. I just wanted them gone so we could go for our walk.â
âBut they didnât?â
âThe cars, yes.â She sounded confused. âI just said that, didnât I?â
âYes, you did,â Kyra said softly.
âThen the man came back to the truck here and got in and made a U-turn and he was gone too. But the other truck was still up there. Willie and I waited. And then, I thought Iâd figured it outâmaybe the people from the truck had gotten rides in one of the other vehicles. So if nobody was up there it was safe to go for our walk. I said that to you, didnât I, Willie?â Willie thumped his