Then I saw the headlines. I’d slept through just about the biggest day for news in Junction City’s history, it seemed like. SEARCH FOR MISSING CHILDREN CONTINUES, it said on one side. There was pictures of Tom Gibson and Patsy Harrigan. The headline on the other side read COUNTY CORONER SAYS
DEPUTY DIED OF HEART ATTACK. Below that one there was a picture of John Power.
‘I took one of the papers and left a nickel on top of the pile, which was how it was done back in the days when people still mostly trusted each other. Then I sat down, right there on the curb, and read both stories.
The one about the kids was shorter. The thing was, nobody was very worried about em just yet – Sheriff Beeman was treatin it as a runaway case.
‘She’d picked the right kids, all right; those two really were brats, and birds of a feather flock together. They was always chummin around. They lived on the same block, and the story said they’d gotten in trouble the week before when Patsy Harrigan’s mother caught em smokin cigarettes in the back shed. The Gibson boy had a no-account uncle with a farm in Nebraska, and Norm Beeman was pretty sure that’s where they were headed – I told you he wasn’t much in the brains department. But how could he know? And he was right
about one thing -they weren’t the kind of kids who fall down wells or get drownded swimmin in the Proverbia River. But I knew where they were, and I knew Ardelia had beaten the clock again. I knew they’d find all three of them together, and later on that day, they did. I’d saved Tansy Power, and I’d saved myself, but I couldn’t find much consolation in that.
‘The story about Deputy Power was longer. It was the second one, because Power had been found late Monday afternoon. His death’d been reported in Tuesday’s paper, but not the cause. He’d been found slumped behind the wheel of his cruiser about a mile west of the Orday farm. That was a place I knew pretty well, because it was where I usually left the road and went into the corn on my way to Ardelia’s.
‘I could fill in the blanks pretty well. John Power wasn’t a man to let the grass grow under his feet, and he must have headed out to Ardelia’s house almost as soon as I hung up that pay telephone beside the Texaco station. He might have called his wife first, and told her to keep Tansy in the house until she heard from him. That wasn’t in the paper, of course, but I bet he did.
‘When he got there, she must have known that I’d told on her and the game was up. So she killed him. She
… she hugged him to death, the way she did Mr Lavin. He had a lot of hard bark on him, just like I told her, but a maple tree has hard bark on it, too, and you can still get the sap to run out of it, if you drive your plug in deep enough. I imagine she drove hers plenty deep.
‘When he was dead, she must have driven him in his own cruiser out to the place where he was found. Even though that road – Garson Road – wasn’t much travelled back then, it still took a heap of guts to do that. But what else could she do? Call the Sheriffs Office and tell em John Power’d had a heart attack while he was talkin to her? That would have started up a lot more questions at the very time when she didn’t want nobody thinkin of her at all. And, you know, even Norm Beeman would have been curious about why John Power had been in such a tearin hurry to talk to the city librarian.
‘So she drove him out Garson Road almost to the Orday farm, parked his cruiser in the ditch, and then she went back to her own house the same way I always went – through the corn.’
Dave looked from Sam to Naomi and then back to Sam again.
‘I’ll bet I know what she did next, too. I’ll bet she started lookin for me.
‘I don’t mean she jumped in her car and started drivin around Junction City, pokin her head into all my usual holes; she didn’t have to. Time and time again over those years she would show up where I was when she wanted me, or she would send one of the kids with a folded-over note. Didn’t matter if I was sittin in a pile of boxes behind the barber shop or fishin out at Grayling’s Stream or if I was just drunk behind the freight depot, she knew where I was to be found. That was one of her talents.
‘Not that last time, though – the time she wanted to find me most of all – and I think I know why. I told you that I didn’t fall asleep or even black out after makin that call; it was more like goin into a coma, or bein dead. And when she turned whatever eye she had in her mind outward, looking for me, it couldn’t see me. I don’t know how many times that day and that night her eye might have passed right over where I lay, and I don’t want to know. I only know if she’d found me, it wouldn’t have been any kid with a foldedover note that showed up. It would have been her, and I can’t even imagine what she would have done to me for interfering with her plans the way I did.
‘She probably would have found me anyway if she’d had more time, but she didn’t. Her plans were laid, that was one thing. And then there was the way her change was speedin up. Her time of sleep was comin on, and she couldn’t waste time lookin for me. Besides, she must have known she’d have another chance, further up the line. And now her chance has come.’
‘I don’t understand what you mean,’ Sam said.
‘Of course you do,’ Dave replied. ‘Who took the books that have put you in this jam? Who sent em to the pulper, along with your newspapers? I did. Don’t you think she knows that?’
‘Do you think that she still wants you?’ Naomi asked.
‘Yes, but not the way she did. Now she only wants to kill me.’ His head turned and his bright, sorrowful eyes gazed into Sam’s. ‘You’re the one she wants now.’
Sam laughed uneasily. ‘I’m sure she was a firecracker thirty years ago,’ he said, ‘but the lady has aged. She’s really not my type.’
‘I guess you don’t understand after all,’ Dave said. ‘She doesn’t want to fuck you, Sam; she wants to be you.’
10
After a few moments Sam said, ‘Wait. just hold on a second.’
‘You’ve heard me, but you haven’t taken it to heart the way you need to,’ Dave told him. His voice was patient but weary; terribly weary. ‘So let me tell you a little more.
‘After Ardelia killed John Power, she put him far enough away so she wouldn’t be the first one to fall under suspicion. Then she went ahead and opened the Library that afternoon, just like always. Part of it was because a guilty person looks more suspicious if they swerve away from their usual routines, but that wasn’t all of it. Her change was right upon her, and she had to have those children’s lives. Don’t even think about asking me why, because I don’t know. Maybe she’s like a bear that has to stuff itself before it goes into hibernation. All I can be sure of is that she had to make sure there was a Story Hour that Monday afternoon
. . . and she did.
‘Sometime during that Story Hour, when all the kids were sittin around her in the trance she could put em into, she told Tom and Patsy that she wanted em to come to the Library on Tuesday morning, even though the Library was closed Tuesdays and Thursdays in the summer. They did, and she did for em, and then she went to sleep … that sleep that looks so much like death. And now you come along, Sam, thirty years later.
You know me, and Ardelia still owes me a settling up, so that is a start … but there’s something a lot better than that. You also know about the Library Police.’
‘I don’t know how -‘
‘No, you don’t know how you know, and that makes you even better. Because secrets that are so bad that we even have to hide them from ourselves … for someone like Ardelia Lortz, those are the best secrets of all.
Plus, look at the bonuses – you’re young, you’re single, and you have no close friends. That’s true, isn’t it?’