Part 5 (1/2)
”Official police work,” he said. ”Chill, Gladys.” Then to me: ”So you're still in Memphis. Any action?”
I filled him in on my visit. Connecting with Sam Hamill, meeting Tracy. Think I may have found out where to go to get what I'm looking for, I told him.
”That's good. Quick.”
”I followed your advice.”
”Hamill put you and Tracy together knowing she'd give up the contact, he wouldn't have to.” As always, Lonnie was a move ahead.
”Way I saw it, too.”
”So why the fancy footwork?”
”Maybe they figure I can take care of a problem they haven't been able to.”
Lonnie was silent for a moment.
”In which case, since Hamill laid out the official face of the thing for you, even a.s.signed an officer, the MPD can in no way be held responsible. Either you handle it and you're home before anyone knows bettera””
”Or I get, as our British friends say, nicked for the deed, in which case Sam and the MPD disclaim to their heart's content.”
”Clean.”
”More than one way to get the job done.”
”Always. d.a.m.n! Now the G.o.dd.a.m.ned beeper's going off. Hang on.”
I heard voices behind, just out of range of intelligibility.
”s.h.i.+rley checking in,” Lonnie said moments later.
”You've got a beeper now.”
”Simon has a band concert tomorrow, some kind of solo. Wife wanted to be sure I would make it, gave me hers.” Simon in buzz-cut and baggies was the older of two sons. The younger, Billy, despite the flag of multiple piercings, had no direction any of us could discern but was a sweetheart, maybe the closest thing to an innocent human being I've known.
”How's June?”
”Cleared by her doctors and home with us. Mostly herself, but sometimes it's like she's not really there, she's gone off someplace else.”
”Not surprising, with what she's just been through.”
”I hope.”
”Give it time. Don Lee?”
”Stable, they keep telling mea”though he hasn't come round yet. Wait and see, they say, we just have to wait and see.”
Gladys was back, loudly demanding return of the phone he'd taken hostage. Lonnie ignored her.
”Trooper said you wanted to talk to me. What's up?”
”May be nothing to it, but the accident I answered the call to?”
”Yes?”
”It got called in as a collision, but what happened was, Madge Gunderson pa.s.sed out at the wheel and ran into a tree.”
”Madge okay?” Madge had been a not-so-secret drinker most of her life. Her husband Karel died last year, and since then, maybe from grief, maybe from the fact that she didn't have to hide it anymore, the drinking had kind of got out of control.
”She will be. Just some gashes and the like. Looked worse than it is. This happened out on State Road 419. Woman driving behind her saw the whole thing, called it in on a cell phone.”
”Okay.”
”Woman's from up Seattle way, just pa.s.sing through. I thanked her, naturally, took her statement. Then she says, 'You're the sheriff?' and when I say, 'Right now I am,' she asks does a man named Turner work with me.”
”Say what she wanted?”
”Not a word. Sat there smiling at her and waiting, all she did was smile back.”
”What's she look like?”
”Late twenties, early thirties, light brown hair cut short, five-eight, one-thirty. Easy on the eye, as my old man would of said. Jeans and sweats.h.i.+rt, kind with a hood, ankle-high black Reeboks.”
”Name?”
”J.T. Burke. That's Burke with an e, and just the initials.”
No one I knew. Maybe a patient from my days as a counselor, was my first thought. Though it was doubtful any patient could have traced me here, or would have reason to.
”Don't suppose she said where she was headed.”
”Gave me that same smile when I asked.”
”That it, then?”
”Pretty much.”
”So give Gladys back her phone already.”
In exchange I gave him the name and location of my motel and my phone number, told him to call if he had any updates on Don Lee or happened to hear again from Ms. Burke.
CHAPTER SEVEN.
COULDN'T SLEEP.
Out on the streets at 2 a.m. looking for an open restaurant. Back to city habits that quickly. Had my book, just needed light, coffee, maybe a sandwich. Do the Edward Hopper thing.