Shakily he turned away from Annie and looked at the car. âWhere the hell did it come from?â
âI donât know, but Iâve seen it before.â
The car that had plunged down the hill carrying little Eddy Gast was not his fatherâs Bronco or his motherâs Mazda. It was the old Chevy in which Robert and Roberta Gast had appeared in Annieâs life for the very first time.
Chapter 15
âThen get thee gone, and a murrain seize thee!â cried the Sheriff â¦
âI have a good part of a mind to have thee beaten for thine insolence!â
Howard Pyle,
Merry Adventures of Robin Hood
T he police and fire departments in Southtown were housed in a big flat-roofed brick building. Most of it belonged to the fire department. Huge red engines filled the driveway, their chromium fittings glittering in the sun.
Homer found the entrance marked POLICE and walked in. The white-haired officer on the other side of the counter looked up from his computer screen and said, âMay I help you?â
âChief McNutt?â
The officer shook his head and stood up. âSergeant Kennebunk. Youâre Homer Kelly?â He smiled and glanced at his watch. âThe chiefâs expecting you. Youâre right on time.â He stretched out his hand. âGlad to meet you. Youâre pretty famous around here.â
âFor bungling and general mismanagement?â But Homer was flattered. Grinning, he shook Kennebunkâs hand and glanced down the hall. âIs the chief here?â
âIâll get him.â Kennebunk disappeared.
Homer looked at the pictures on the wall. They were all alike, photographs of a tubby man in a tight uniform standing beside one famous person after anotherâRonald Reagan, Tip OâNeill, Ted Kennedy, Ross Perot. One showed him smirking beside a gorgeous woman who might be Madonna, or perhaps some other shapely female.
Kennebunk came back, looking embarrassed. âHeâll be a minute or two.â
âWell, maybe you can help me, Sergeant. Iâm looking for a man named Small who lives in Southtown. I understand Mrs. Small has disappeared. She was a student of my wifeâs.â
âYes, I know Small.â Kennebunk spoke hesitantly. âHe runs a sand-and-gravel company, or used to. I hear heâs in real estate now. He lives way out on the Pig Road. I mean Songsparrow. Itâs Songsparrow Road now. All the old pig farms are being turned into housing developments. Meadowlark, Songsparrow, thereâs a whole lot of new ones out that way.â
âTheyâre trying to forget the malodorous past, is that it?â Homer leaned his elbows on the counter and leaned closer to Sergeant Kennebunk. âDo you know if thereâs any truth in the rumor that Small beat his wife? Mary read it in one of those supermarket scandal sheets. What do you think? Was he the kind of creep who knocks his wife around just for the hell of it?â
Kennebunk glanced warily down the hall. âWell, maybe. Sometimes she had bruises on her face. I felt sorry for her, but there was nothing we could do unless she lodged a complaint.â
âAnd now sheâs disappeared. Do you think she ran away?â
âPerhaps, but, then again, I wouldnât put it past Smallââ Kennebunk stopped in mid-sentence. âI guess youâd better wait and talk to the chief.â He sat back down and stared at his monitor, making it clear that he would answer no more questions.
The chief of the Southtown Police Department kept Homer waiting for twenty minutes. When he bustled down the hall at last, Homer stood up to greet him, but Chief McNutt didnât look in his direction. He barked an order at Sergeant Kennebunk: âYouâre due at the mall in ten minutes. What the hell are you doing here?â
âTomorrow, sir,â said Kennebunk patiently. âThatâs tomorrow. Griscomâs there today.â
Chief
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