tail.
Kyra nudged Sarah McDougal on. âSo you headed up the road.â
âYes. And Willie was already there and barking his head off. I was hobbling along, but Willie had found that poor boy. He just lying there, there wasnât much light but I could tell he shouldnât be lying like that. And when I got close I could see what was maybe blood, and I was scaredâwanted to get away from there quick as I could.â She smiled, a sad little curve of the lips. âWhich wasnât very fast.â The smile went away. âBut faster than usual, and I got home and I told Marcie, thatâs my daughter, what Iâd seen, and she grabbed her cell phone and ran up the road and she called 911. Well, the police came, sirens and all the lights flashing. Everybody on the block was there. And the police asked me questions, but I was so upset I couldnât remember very much.â
âDid they talk to you the next day?â Noel now, fearing Mrs. McDougal would tire.
âOh yes, and once after that. I told them everything. The poor boy. How is he?â
âHeâs in a coma,â Kyra said. âIs there anything else you can remember?â
âI donât think I know anything else.â
Noel stood, and Kyra. She said, âThank you, Mrs. McDougal. Youâve been very helpful.â
Grabbing the arms of the walker she pulled herself to her feet. âHave I? I told all this to the police. Have they found out who did it?â She led them to the door.
âTheyâre working on it.â
She opened the door. âI canât remember . . .â
Kyra said, âWhatâs that, Mrs. McDougal?â
âIf I mentionedâthe truck across the street. With a canopy on the back, or maybe it was a van. Can you ask them that? If I did?â
âWe will. Thank you again. Goodbye.â
They headed back toward the Honda, the foliage along the sidewalk thick but penetrable. A man in a second truck or a van. With the group? What was that all about? They walked past Jason in the car and approached the yellow gate. Noel said, âThree groups meeting. One of them is Derek. A fourth arrives earlier. Two, then the fourth, leave. Derek, left lying on the ground. How do you see it?â
Kyra studied the path ahead, the trees along the side. She walked to the curve and followed the road. Open but overgrownânot a place for a casual stroll. No broken branches or empty matchbooks advertising a locale the mayhem provider usually frequented. No footprints on the dry ground. She needed to pee; a little privacy? She came back to the gate. âOkay. Either Derek was beaten by whoever was in the truck and the car that parked up here, and then they left. Or they left and Derek was okay and didnât leave with them. Maybe waiting for the guy in the truck across the street, or maybe not expecting him but thatâs who beat him up.â
âRight,â said Noel. âDoes that get us anywhere?â
âWeâve got a couple of hypotheses.â
He grinned. âMoving forward, partner.â
âWeâd better find Derekâs doctor.â
In the car they told Jason what theyâd learned from Sarah McDougal. Heâd heard all that from the police. Including the second truck? He didnât remember. They drove down Evergreen. âJase. Does Derek get along okay with most people?â asked Noel.
âWhat dâyou mean?â
âAnybody who didnât like him? Enough to beat him up?â She watched as Jasonâs left shoulder slowly drooped. âWhat, do you suspect somebody?â
Jasonâs head shook, just a little. âNo. I wish I did.â
Noel glanced at him. âYou think it was gratuitous? Derek just happened to be here? It couldâve been anybody passing by?â
âI donât know.â
âWhat was Derek doing here?â
âI donât know that either.â
âWho
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