understand.
After a few minutes he returned to the car, feeling strangely settled. But then the old John Ward returned, focused on the information he had picked up and disturbed at the way it fit with the rest of what was happening in Basalt.
C HAPTER E LEVEN
Joanne opened the door. Disgust was apparent in every line of her face. âYouâre late. Again.â
Ward looked at his watch. âYeah, a little. Weâll eat in the car. Iâll get her there on time.â
âYou still donât get it,â his former wife said. âYou say youâll be here, you should be here. Not ten or even five minutes later.â
âIt couldnât be helped,â he said. He saw Megan sitting in the kitchen.
âShe called youââ
âCrap. My phone was in the car. Look, we can stand here arguing or I can take Megan to school.â
âSheâs eating right nowââ
âYeah, I see that.â
âIâll send her out when sheâs done.â
âJesus, Joanne. Let me come in and sit with her. Please.â
Joanne thought for a moment. âWeâre giving her good energy right now.â
âYouâre what?â
âSheâll be out in a few minutes.â Joanne started to close the door.
âWait!â Ward said, stepping partway in. âYou heard what happened over at Scott Randolphâs?â
âIâm an emergency veterinary volunteer with the fire department,â she said. âI received a call but I wasnât needed.â
âI was there last night after it happened,â Ward said. âI went back this morning to see if I could help find the bastards who did this. Thatâs why I was late.â
âDid you do that for us, John, or for yourself?â
âI just wanted to help,â Ward said.
âHelp your daughter first,â Joanne said. âPrioritize.â
She went to shut the door and Ward stepped back. The click sounded loud and final. He had to stop himself from slamming the frame with the heel of his hand. Good energy . What was this, freakinâ Tibet? Ward turned and kicked the air and walked back to the car and leaned against the hood with his arms tightly crossed. He felt like driving off, like running from the whole poisonous relationship. But he couldnât leave Megan behind, however much Joanne tried to make every conflict seem like abandonment.
Megan came out less than two minutes after her mother left. She was carrying a Green Earth backpack and eating a piece of whole wheat toast with a spread that looked like jam but was probably kelp. He smiled at her; she smiled crookedly back but quickly averted her eyes. He opened the car door for her. Joanne was not watching, as far as he could tell.
âSorry Iâm late,â he said.
âMom explained. She said youâre trying to help Mr. Randolph.â
âI want to help find the people who hurt him,â Ward told her.
âAre you allowed to?â she asked as he settled into the driverâs seat.
âI met the police chief last night,â he answered. âSheââ He was going to say â offered me a job â but he didnât want to get Meganâs hopes up. She wouldnât understand the context.
âShe what?â
âWanted my professional opinion so I gave it to her,â he said.
âYou man, you.â She grinned.
He laughed. âYeah, thatâs your dad.â
âDo you know the way to my school?â
âHavenât the faintest idea,â he said as he backed from the driveway.
She smiled back and directed him through town to Basalt Middle School. She declined his offer to take the breakfast heâd bought for her lunch, saying she had her own.
It was a quick trip and a quick good-bye. If Megan was upset with how the morning went, she hadnât shown it much. It seemedâand he hoped he wasnât reading anything into their brief