“I’m calling the police,” Angela said. “This is too much.”
While they waited for the police to arrive, David sat Angela down.
“Did you do anything today related to the Hodges affair?” David asked.
“No,” Angela said defensively. “Well, I did get a call from the medical examiner.”
“Did you talk about Hodges with anyone?” David asked.
“His name came up when I talked with Robertson,” Angela said.
“Tonight?” David asked with surprise.
“This afternoon,” Angela said. “I stopped in to the police station to talk with Robertson on my way back from buying the shotgun.”
“Why?” David asked with dismay. “After what happened in front of the church yesterday, I’m surprised you had the nerve to see the man.”
“I wanted to apologize,” Angela said. “But it was a mistake. Robertson is not about to do anything concerning Hodges’ murderer.”
“Angela,” David pleaded, “we have to stop messing with this Hodges stuff. It’s not worth it. A note on the door is one thing; a brick through the window is something else entirely.”
Headlight beams played against the wall as a police cruiser pulled up the driveway.
“At least it’s not Robertson,” Angela said when they could see the approaching officer.
The policeman introduced himself as Bill Morrison. From the outset, it was clear he wasn’t terribly interested in investigating this latest incident at the Wilsons’ home. He was only asking enough questions to fill out the requisite form.
When he was ready to leave, Angela asked him if he was planning on taking the brick.
“Hadn’t planned on it,” Bill said.
“What about fingerprints?” Angela asked.
Bill’s eyes went from Angela to David and then back to Angela. His face registered surprise and confusion. “Fingerprints?” he asked.
“What’s so surprising?” Angela asked. “It’s possible at times to get fingerprints from things like stone and brick.”
“Well, I don’t know if we’d send something like this to the state police,” he said.
“Just in case, let me get you a bag,” Angela said. She disappeared into the kitchen. When she returned she had a plastic bag. Turning it inside out, she reached down and picked up the brick. She handed the bag to Bill.
“There,” Angela said. “Now you people are prepared if you happen to decide you want to try to solve a crime.”
Bill nodded and went out to his cruiser. Angela and David watched it disappear down the driveway.
“I’m losing confidence in the local police,” David said.
“I’ve never had any,” Angela said.
“If Robertson is the only person you spoke to about Hodges today, it makes me wonder who’s responsible for this brick coming through our window.”
“Do you think the police might have done it?” Angela asked.
“I don’t know,” David said. “I can’t believe they’d go that far, but it makes me think they know more than they’re willing to say. Officer Bill certainly wasn’t excited about the incident.”
“I’m beginning to think this town is not quite the Utopia we thought it was,” Angela said.
David went out to the barn and cut himself a piece of plywood to fit over the hole in the bay window. When he returned to the house, Angela was eating a bowl of cold cereal.
“Not much of a dinner,” he said.
“I’m surprised I’m hungry at all,” Angela said.
She accompanied him into the living room and watched him struggle to open the stepladder.
“Are you sure you should be doing this?” she asked.
He flashed her an exasperated look.
“You haven’t told me about your day,” Angela said as David climbed up the ladder. “What about Jonathan Eakins? How’s he doing?”
“I don’t know,” David said. “I’m not his doctor anymore.”
“Why not?” Angela asked.
“Kelley assigned another doctor.”
“He can do that?”
“He did it,” David said. He tried to align the piece of plywood, then get a nail out of his pocket. “I was furious at first. Now I’m resigned. The good part is that I don’t have to feel responsible.”
“But you will still feel responsible,” Angela said. “I know you.”
David had Angela hand him the hammer, and he tried nailing the plywood in place. Instead, one of the other window panes fell out and shattered on the floor. The noise brought Rusty out of Nikki’s room to bark at the head of the stairs.