face. She was looking straight ahead.
âJohnny.â
âWhat?â
âPlease donât come back here.â
He looked at her.
âIf you want me to come to wherever youâre staying, do things for you, Iâll do it. But please donât come back here.â
âYou afraid Iâll run into your boyfriend?â
âPlease, Johnny.â
He got out of the car, shut the door, leaned slightly through the window, his hands on the lip.
âFair enough,â he said. âBut you should know this too. If she is around here, if you know where she is and youâre not telling me, the last thing you want to do is tell her about this conversation, give her the chance to go somewhere else. If you do that and I find out about itâand I willâIâll hold you responsible. If she calls you, if you hear from her at all, the first thing you do is call that number, right?â
She didnât answer, didnât look at him.
âI keep my promises, Sherry. I pay my debts. Help me out with this and youâll be glad you did. But at some point youâre going to have to choose a side, one way or another. It canât be helped. So choose carefully.â
He looked at her, half-lit in shadow, saw she was sobbing softly, trying to hide it from him.
âYouâre thinking itâs not fair,â he said. âAnd youâre right. But itâs just the way it is. One side or the other.â
He took his hands away.
âSafe home, Sherry,â he said. âIâll see you soon.â
7
When Ray answered the phone, Harry said, âI feel bad.â
âYou should.â
Harry looked out the kitchen window to the backyard. The willows moved in the wind, sunlight glinting off the creek beyond.
âI want to try to reach her.â
âWhy?â
âI was out of line. I guess I need to tell her that.â
âCall. You still have that cell number, right?â
âI tried. Three times today. The first time she answered, hung up on me. The second and third times that guyâs voice mail picked up. I left a message with my phone number. No response.â
âSo what do you want me to do?â
âShe leave you any other numbers? An address? Anything?â
âNo. She called that first time, I talked to her and she gave me that cell number. Thatâs how I called her back. Never got any further than that, thanks to you.â
âSo you donât know where sheâs living? Or who picked her up? Or whose cell that is?â
âAll I know is what I told you.â
âYour building still have that security camera outside? At the entrance?â
âWhat about it?â
âCould be it got the license number of the car she drove away in. You said it was a Blazer?â
âYeah, a Blazer. Iâm not sure about the camera. Iâd have to check.â
âAnd you still have that Red Line to DMV, right? If you can read the plates on the tape, we can find out who itâs registered to, where. Itâs a lead.â
âMaybe you should consider a career in law enforcement.â
âNo, thanks. Too much politics.â
âIâll see what I can find out. What prompted this change of heart?â
âLike I said, I was out of line. You were right. I was wrong. I shouldnât have sent her off like that. And maybe thereâs something we can do to help after all.â
âSo, how long have you been dealing with this multiple personality disorder?â
âWhat?â
âSometimes I feel like I need a psychic to predict your moods. They donât have any logical progression.â
âI know.â
âYou home?â
âYeah.â
âIâll let you know if I come up with anything,â Ray said and hung up.
There was a fifty-pound bag of birdseed in a black plastic container near the refrigerator. He got the sawed-off plastic jug, scooped some up. He opened
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