And then as one last futile gesture, I drove up through the reservation to the Kings Club. It was a tiny little place, nothing more than one room with some slot machines in it. Maybe that’s what hitting bottom would look like for him, I thought. Just standing there feeding quarters into a slot machine at four in the morning.
He wasn’t there. He wasn’t anywhere.
I went home. I just couldn’t face seeing Mrs. Fulton yet. Let her sleep a couple more hours, assuming that she got to sleep at all. Maybe Edwin will show up on his own, anyway. By the time the sun comes up, maybe he’ll be home on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket and drinking hot chocolate. And I’ll actually be glad to see him before I remember what he put me through tonight.
When I was in my cabin, I called Dave on the radio and apologized for missing most of the night there.
“No problem,” he said. “It was another quiet one. No sign of anybody. Chief Maven called me, though. He’s not real happy with you.”
“I’m too tired to name all the places on his body he can blow it out of, Dave. Good night.” I lay down on the bed. I was asleep before I could even think of fighting it.
THE PHONE RANG. The sound gave me a heart attack. When this is all over, I thought, I’m going to get rid of my phone forever. If somebody wants to reach me, they’ll have to come and find me.
It was light out. I looked at my watch. It was just after seven o’clock. I rubbed my eyes as the phone rang again, got up, and looked at the readout on the trace machine. The call was coming from the Fultons’. I hoped to God it was Edwin calling to apologize.
“Alex? It’s Lane.” Uttley paused for a long moment. I could hear a faint noise in the background. It sounded like a glass breaking on the floor. “He didn’t come home.”
“All right,” I said. “I think we should call the police.”
“Did you find any other trace of him last night?”
“No, not since I talked to you after I checked at Bay Mills. They said he was there around dinnertime.”
“Alex, I’m sure he’ll show up today,” he said. “I’m sure he just had to sleep it off somewhere.”
“I hope so,” I said. “Now go tell Mrs. Fulton that.”
“I will,” he said. “Are you going to call the police? Or do you want me to?”
“Dave might still be here,” I said. “He usually calls me on the radio before he leaves. I’ll have him call it in. I don’t feel like talking to Maven right now.”
“Are you going to come over here?”
“Yes,” I said. “Let me just clean up a little bit. I’ll be over as soon as I can.”
“Take your time, Alex. We’re not going anywhere.” I could hear yelling in the background now as he hung up.
I caught Dave on the radio just as he was getting ready to leave.
“I’ll call it in right now,” he said. “I don’t think the twenty-four-hour rule applies here.”
“It’s probably nothing,” I said. “But under the circumstances …” I didn’t even know how to finish the sentence.
“Don’t worry, Mr. McKnight. We’ll find him.”
I signed off and just sat there looking out the window for a few minutes. Then I took a hot shower and shaved and put on some clean clothes. I almost felt human again. If something happened to Edwin last night, I said to myself, if he got to him, then he would have called me to tell me about it. I had to believe that. I had to hold onto that hope.
On my way to the Fultons’ house, I stopped in at the Glasgow for a cup of coffee. As I went in, I looked up at the clouds building in the western sky. It wouldn’t take long for the storm to hit us.
Jackie came out of the kitchen and poured me a cup. “Morning, Alex,” he said. “You look pretty used up. Whatever happened last night, anyway? After that phone call, you ran out of here like a crazy man.”
“Ah, Edwin’s disappeared,” I said. “He fell off the wagon, went and blew his wad at the casinos again. He’s probably just too embarrassed to show his face.”
Jackie shook his head. “That bastard. If he wasn’t so goddamned rich, I might feel sorry for him.”
“He’s not so bad, Jackie.”
“Whatever you say, Alex.” He put the pot of coffee back on the burner. “Hey, by the way, somebody left a letter here for you.”
My heart stopped. “A letter?”
“It was taped to the door this morning when I got in.”
“How do you know it’s for me?”
“It’s got your name on the envelope, genius. Most people know you spend a lot of time here. I didn’t think anything of it.”
“Jackie,” I said, trying to maintain my composure, “where is it?”
“Let’s see,” he said. He looked around behind the bar. “I put it here somewhere.”
“Jackie, this could be important…”
“Relax, Alex, I know it’s here.” He looked through a pile of papers next to the cash register. “Now where the hell did I put it?”
“Jackie, please think.” I tried to swallow.
“Oh for God’s sake,” he said. He fished through the front pockets of his white apron. “It’s right here.” He pulled out an envelope and set it down in front of me.
There were four capital letters typed on the front. ALEX.
“Jackie,” I said. My face felt hot. I could barely breathe. “Do you have a pair of rubber gloves?”
“Probably,” he said. “In the kitchen.”
“Go get them please.”
He went back and rummaged through the kitchen, leaving me there to stare at the envelope. He finally came back out with a pair of yellow rubber gloves. “What do you want these for?”
“Just give them to me.” I took the gloves from him and put them on. “I’ll need a plastic bag, too.” My voice sounded like it was coming from somewhere else.
“What’s the matter, Alex?”
I didn’t say anything. I just opened the envelope slowly and unfolded the single piece of paper that was inside.
ALEX
It hurts me so much to see you building a wall around yourself with a policeman hiding in the bushes like a cat waiting for a mouse. I had to ask myself why is this happening? You know I am only here to serve you. How many other mousetraps do you have that I have not even seen yet? I was sad for two days until it came to me that you have been poisoned against me. I should have seen from the beginning that he is no good for you. He is like Judas waiting to betray you with the kiss of death before you are handed over to the enemy. I made up my mind that I had to be a brave mouse one more time and remove the betrayer. It was not so easy because he knew who I am and he tried to summon all the forces of darkness to his aid but I was stronger and he did not have a chance in the end. You are free of him now and I have found a new way to remove them and not leave so much blood behind. The blood is what sends the signals. It is not the microwaves. That is my discovery. Now there is so much cold water on top of him. He will never be seen again. All that cold water Alex. Just think of all that cold water. I hope this pleases you. I think that you owe me a blessing now. Don’t you think so? I think it is finally time for us to be together.
Yours forever
ROSE
I made myself put the letter in the plastic bag. I made myself go behind the bar and pick up the phone. When Maven answered I said two things: “I have another note from him. Get out to the Glasgow Inn right now.” I couldn’t say anything else. I couldn’t say anything about Edwin. I couldn’t even say his name.
I went outside. To get away from the note, to breathe some fresh air, I don’t even know. The first angry raindrops hit me in the face. In the distance I could hear the approaching storm whipping the waves into whitecaps.
I couldn’t see the lake through the trees. But I knew it was there.
All that cold water.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I WAS STILL standing in the parking lot when Maven got there. The rain had stopped and then started again, driven by the nort
hwest wind. I just stood out there and let it hit me like buckshot.
“Where is it?” Maven said as he slammed his car door.
“Inside.”
“Did you open it?”
“Yes,” I said. My voice sounded like it belonged to someone else.
“You know it’s evidence, McKnight. Why in the hell did you open it?”
I just looked at him. “It was addressed to me,” I said. “I wanted to read it.”
“Well, goddamn it, what are we standing out here in the rain for?”
He started for the door.
“Are you coming in or not?” he said.
“You don’t need me,” I said.
He shook his head and then went inside. I stood out there alone in the parking lot, looking at nothing. I felt cold all the way through my body. The bullet inside me seemed to vibrate in time with my heartbeat.
Finally, Maven came back out. He had the plastic bag in his hand, the letter inside. He looked at me, then down at the letter, and then back at me again. “McKnight,” he said, “you get more fucking stupid every day, did you know that?”
I didn’t say anything.
“Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?”
I just looked at him. I couldn’t comprehend what he was saying.
“We could have had the whole force out looking for him thirty minutes ago,” he said.
I heard the front door to the Glasgow open and close behind us. Maven kept standing there, staring me in the eyes. As he spoke I could see a small bead of spit forming on his bottom lip.
“You’re standing out here in the fucking rain while your friend is on the fucking bottom of the lake, McKnight.”
I just stood there.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he said. “Don’t you care that your best friend is feeding the fucking fish right now?” The spit hit me in the face as he gave me a good shove in the shoulder.
And then it all came apart. I grabbed him by the neck with both hands. I squeezed with all my strength, with everything I had left inside me. If I could have, I would have torn his head right off his body.
His knee came up and caught me in the groin, and then his hand was on the back of my arm, driving me down onto the ground. I twisted free and started swinging. That’s when Jackie tackled me.
“Alex, for God’s sake!” he yelled as he sat on top of me. He still had his white apron on.
“Get off me,” I said.
“You need to go look for Fulton,” he said. “You don’t need to get arrested right now.”
“Too late,” Maven said, rubbing his neck. “You should have told him that before he assaulted me.”
Jackie got off me and pulled me to my feet. “Maven, I’m a witness to what happened here. You struck him first and then he retaliated. I would have done the same thing myself. Now, will the two of you just cut this shit out and go find the guy? Maybe he’s still alive. Has that occurred to you?”
Maven went back to his car and pulled out the radio. I went to my truck. “McKnight,” I heard him say, “where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m going to go find Edwin,” I said.
“The fuck you are. Get back here.”
I didn’t even look back at him as I got in the truck and sent the gravel flying. In my rearview mirror I could see him with his hands in the air.
I sped down the main road toward the highway. I knew I needed to get back to the reservation, start at the Bay Mills Casino. That was the last place Edwin was seen. I picked up the cellular phone and called the Fulton house. Please answer it, Uttley. Don’t let Edwin’s mother get it.
Uttley answered. “Alex,” he said. “I just called your cabin.”
“Lane, listen very carefully,” I said. “I received another note from … him. Rose. Whoever he is.”
“Oh God.”
“He got Edwin, Lane. At least that’s what the note said.”
“I can’t believe this.”
“Lane, you’ve got to put up a good front for Mrs. Fulton. Until we find out for sure.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m on my way to the casino,” I said.
“You called the police?”
I checked my rearview mirror, half-expecting to see Maven’s car speeding to catch up with me. “Yes, they know about it,” I said.
“I’m coming out there, Alex.”
“Lane, no. I think you better stay with Mrs. Fulton and Sylvia.”
“I can’t do that, Alex. I have to help you. Besides, if I stay here, Mrs. Fulton will know that something is wrong. It’s like she can read my mind.”
“All right, all right,” I said. “I’ll meet you at the casino. Hurry.”
I hung up and kept driving. I thought about what Maven had said. Why didn’t I tell him about Edwin when I called? He was right, they could have started searching right away. Why did I just go stand out there like that, listening to the wind and the waves?
Just like in that apartment. When Rose drew that gun. I froze. I am so fucking pathetic.
I tightened my grip on the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. For some reason, Sylvia came into my mind. The way her skin felt the last time we were together. The look in her eyes as she watched me watching her robe slip to the floor.
God help me. Why am I thinking about this? I am losing my mind.
When I got to the casino, I saw Soo Police cars. Maven must have called them from his car. The tribal police were there, as well, probably wondering what the Soo Police were doing on the reservation. I had just been there a matter of hours ago, but that was when I expected to find Edwin throwing his money away at the blackjack tables. Now the morning light, muted by the rain, made the casino look sinister and out of place, like a madhouse.
I pulled up next to the front entrance and went inside. The place was maybe half-full even on a miserable morning like this one. As soon as I got inside the door, a Soo officer stopped me. “Mr. McKnight,” he said, “you’re not supposed to be here.”
I recognized the officer. It was the same man I saw at the motel and then again behind the restaurant. “I’m just trying to help,” I said. “We have to find him.”
“The chief said if I see you I’m supposed to arrest you.”
I grabbed him by the shoulders. “Then you didn’t see me, okay? Please.”
“I think you should go home,” he said. “We’ve got every officer out looking for him.”
“You know he drove a silver Mercedes, right?”
“Yes,” he said. “And we have the plate number.”
“Good,” I said. “Have you found out anything here? I know he was here last night around six o’clock. Do you have anything else?”
“Mr. McKnight…”
“Tell me, damn it,” I said. “Have you found out anything else?”
“No,” he said. “Everybody who was here last night has gone home. They’re calling some of those people right now.”
“All right,” I said. “Keep at it. I’m going to go start working some of the roads.”
“You were a police officer once, weren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Go,” he said. “I didn’t see you.”
“Thank you,” I said.
Outside, I searched the main parking lot. There was no sign of his car. I walked around the building, looking through all of the cars in the employee lot in back.
When I got back to my truck, Uttley had just pulled up in his red BMW. When he got out of the car he was out of breath like he had just run the whole way. “Alex, my God,” he said. “Tell me this is just a bad dream.”
“I’m going to go start looking for his car,” I said. “Why don’t you do the same. We’ll split up.”
“No, let me come with you,” he said. “I have a good map. We can be more thorough that way.”
“Fine, get in,” I said.
He grabbed his map and jumped in my truck. As I left the parking lot I looked over at him. He closed his eyes
and shook his head.
“Is Mrs. Fulton okay?” I asked.
“Not really,” he said. “I think she knows something is wrong.”
“How about Sylvia?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “I didn’t see her before I left. I think she was in her room.”
I tried to breathe. Think, Alex. Think of what to do. “The water,” I said. “Let’s start working the shore roads, look for his car.”
“Go up through the rez,” he said, unfolding his map. “We’ve got to start with Lakeshore Drive.”
When we hit the shoreline we started to see Soo Police cars, as well as a few state cars and even some county cars. Maven had apparently called everyone.
The sky was growing darker. The rain came down even harder.
We worked up Lakeshore Drive all the way to Iriquois Point. We stopped there at a little parking lot overlooking the lighthouse. I tried to picture Edwin sitting there in his car, looking out at the water. I tried to make it happen in my mind. But his car wasn’t there.
“I think we need to go out more,” I said.
“What, away from town?”
“It’s just a feeling,” I said. “There’s too many people around here. Even late at night. I would think he’d want something more isolated.”
“Makes sense,” he said, shifting the map. “So just keep going. We’ll work our way all the way around the bay.”
We headed west. There were a lot of cottages and vacation homes overlooking the water. Another state car passed us.
“At least we’ve got everybody out here looking,” he said.
We looked down long driveways and through the pine trees for some sign of his car. There was no sound apart from our breathing, the rain, and the rhythmic stroking of the windshield wipers.
“This is my fault,” I finally said.
“What are you talking about?”
“All of it. It’s my fault”
“You can’t think that way.”
“I brought it here.”
“No,” he said. And then we were silent again.
We kept driving, kept looking. The trees grew thicker here as we made our way into the heart of the forest. “His car has to be here somewhere,” Uttley said.
“There’s not much out here until we hit the road to Paradise,” I said. “Maybe we should just go right there and start—”
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