while Oscar heated clam chowder and fried grilled cheese sandwiches on the gas stove. The cooking aromas barely overpowered the lilac air freshener. He delivered the food to the table without a touch of embarrassment. Hannibal pulled off his gloves to eat, but chose to leave his sunglasses on, even in the dim house.
âI used to date Joan Kitteridge you know,â Oscar said, biting into his sandwich. Hannibal wondered if it was true. This was clearly a lonely man, and lonely people will often say whatever they think will hold another personâs attention.
âSo how did you and Dean become friends? He been here long?â
Oscar nodded, accepting Hannibalâs question as the price of keeping him interested. âDean turned up about six months ago I guess. Not long after I joined the company. He crashed here a couple of times in those days. He and I became, well, close.â
âReally?â Hannibal said, wiping his hands on the napkin Oscar offered. âAnd when he stopped crashing here? Did he start crashing at Kitteridgeâs right after that?â
Oscar looked surprised to find anyone knew that. âUm, yeah I guess so. She kind of took a liking to him.â
Hannibal considered what Joan had told him. âOscar, what is Dean so afraid of?â
Oscarâs eyes flashed up at Hannibal, his smile twitching. âDean? Donât know what he might be scared of. Never know whatâs going on with that guy.â
âWhat about you?â Hannibal laced his fingers on the table, keeping his face open. âSeen anything around that company that might make employees nervous? Or something about Joan Kitteridge?â
âWell, I see everything that goes on up there,â Oscar said, âbut I have to get back to work pretty soon. Iâd be happy to give you all the dirty little details later.â His nervous little hand moved out to cover Hannibalâs. âYou could stay all night.â
Hannibal felt his stomach jump as his body clenched. He pulled his hand away as if burned and jumped to his feet.
âI think Iâve got enough.â
But as Hannibal marched toward the door, Oscar spun in his chair, his eyes widening behind his thick lenses. âIâm sorry. Please donât run off. Iâm the one whoâs scared. Donât leave me alone here.â
Hannibal opened the door and stood with his hand on the outside knob. âJust what are you afraid of?â
âIâm afraid for my life,â Oscar said, his voice begging. âMy life has been threatened. Thereâs trouble on my tail, followed me all the way from Europe.â
âSounds like a job for the police,â Hannibal said, pulling his gloves back on.
âThe police never believe you until itâs too late,â Oscar said. âIf youâre helping Dean you should be helping me.â Then, almost as an afterthought, âI can pay you.â
âI donât think so,â Hannibal said, harder than he intended. âIâve already got two clients. Look, after I talk to Dean, Iâll check back with you on that.â
Hannibal was in his car before he realized that Oscar had not followed. He sat still for a moment, breathing deeply. He didnât like to think of himself as phobic. He didnât like to think he was afraid of anything, there were just some things he didnât like. Like men touching him. Besides, that could have been a genuine cry for help Oscar was sounding. If Oscar was in trouble, it could lead to an explanation for Deanâs running off.
Or it could have simply been the cry of loneliness, Hannibal decided as he started his car. And besides, he had done what he was being paid to do. He had found Dean Edwards. He jabbed at the buttons on his car phone while he steered himself back to Route 7 pointed toward Alexandria. After five rings, Cindyâs hello pushed into the car, effortlessly blowing away the cloud that had
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