Simon Grant stopped for a while to let that sink in. Marty Grant stared at the hospital floor.
“When it was just about midnight, he came over and slapped me on the back again. He asked me if he could buy me another drink. I said, no thanks, but you should come outside and see the fireworks over the river. We went out in back. He asked me where the fireworks were. I said they’re right here and I shot him in the head.”
“You had a gun,” Marty said.
“Yes.”
“You brought it with you, I mean.”
“I always carried a gun. It was 1929.”
“Pops, I can’t believe any of this. I can’t.”
“That next summer, I went out to Blind River. First thing I wanted to do was see this big Reynaud estate that DeMarco had told me about. It was just a little farmhouse. Jean Reynaud was telling the truth. His father did make his money milking cows. That fancy suit he had on that night, that hat.. . those were probably the only nice clothes he owned. I knocked on the door, but nobody was home. I’m not sure what I would have done if Luc Reynaud had been there. I mean, this whole story about him getting rich off the gangsters, it obviously didn’t happen that way. But still, he was the one man who came home alive that night. My father was murdered out on the ice. And DeMarco’s father. They died on the ice and they stayed there all winter until it melted. I don’t know exactly how it happened, but I would have sat old Luc Reynaud down and made him tell me. Then when he was done, I would have told him I had taken away his son, just like he had taken away my father.”
“What if he had nothing to do with it?” Marty said. “What if the gangsters just decided to let him go?”
“I don’t think that could have happened, son. You’ve got to remember who we’re talking about.”
“Pops …” Marty shook his head.
“I ended up going to the next house down the road, and it turns out that was the DeMarcos’ house. I met Albert’s mother, this tiny little woman living all by herself. She was friendly, so I got to talking to her. I asked her some questions about her family. She told me about her husband, and about Luc Reynaud coming back alone that night. For some reason, she didn’t think that was suspicious. Or maybe she did. Hell, maybe she knew exactly what had happened and she just wasn’t gonna say it. Not to me. Anyway, I asked about her son, Albert. Turned out he had just gotten married to Jean Reynaud’s widow. I even got to see their wedding picture. Grace, her name was. What a beauty. All of a sudden it made sense to me. This man had used me. He wanted Jean Reynaud out of the way, and he knew I was the only other man in the world who could hate that family as much as he did. So now I hated all of them. The Reynauds. The DeMarcos. I hated myself, too. It never ends.”
Simon Grant coughed a few times and then he reached over to his son. Marty Grant didn’t move.
“Now that I’ve told you this, Martin … I know I’m getting close to the end of my life. I hope you’ll see what a life of hating can do to a man. I hope you’ll let me take it right to the grave with me, son. Please bury it with me. You gotta promise me one thing, too.”
Marty looked up.
“You can’t tell your brother Michael about this. You know how he is.”
Both men sat there for a long time, not saying a word. Finally, Marty got to his feet and came toward the camera. The last shot was Simon Grant alone in his hospital bed. Then the tape ended.
The football game came back on. I paid no attention to it. Vinnie sat next to me in silence. Natalie stood at the window. In my mind I saw the photograph again. The three men. Luc Reynaud in his gray suit, Jean Reynaud in light linen, holding the hat over his head like a trophy.
Because he had just taken it from his father—his father’s gray hat that went perfectly with his gray suit. It had been on his father’s head, and now it was on his, his young wife taking the photograph to record the moment forever.
“The devil of Blind River …” I said.
“It wasn’t my father,” Natalie said, finally turning around to look at me. “It was my grandfather.”
“The devil’s hat, filled with ice and snow …”
“He wouldn’t do that, Alex. Not my grandfather.”
“It was so long ago,” I said. “There’s no way to know what really happened out on that ice.”
“He wouldn’t sell out his partner like that. Or set up those other men.”
“It doesn’t matter. Just tell me, what does all this have to do with you being here on this island? And Albert…”
“He’s here,” she said. “Somewhere.”
“Why? What does he want?”
“That’s an easy one,” she said. “He came here to kill me.”
Chapter Twenty-One
A lone snowmobile roared by on the street below. The sound got farther and farther away until it was gone.
“This is why Marty Grant came looking for us,” Natalie said. “He wanted my mother to have a copy of this tape, so she’d know the truth. Albert killed her first husband.”
“Natalie …”
“He killed my father, Alex.”
“He didn’t kill anybody,” I said. “Simon Grant did.”
“Try telling that to Marty. Albert set the whole thing up. He’s the one who made it all happen.”
“No, Natalie. He just pointed Simon in the right direction.”
“It doesn’t matter, Alex. Whatever happened, Marty wanted my mother to know. Obviously, he didn’t want to tell anyone while his father was still alive.”
“He came looking for your mother? Is that why he was up in Batchawana Bay?”
“Yes,” she said. “That was the day you saw him up there. I didn’t know anything about it at the time. I had already come to get her out of that house.”
“So I followed him back to Michigan,” I said, “and got into it with his brother at the garage. Michael said he told Marty about that, and about you. He even told him that you lived in Blind River. That’s the last time he heard from him.”
“Yes, that makes sense, because he showed up that night. God, what a horror show that was.”
“Natalie, what did he do?”
“It wasn’t him so much. I mean, all he did was tell me he wanted to see my mother, said he had something important to show her. I didn’t like him being there, but he said it would mean a lot to her. She came to the door and started talking to him. The next thing I know we’ve got the VCR pulled out and he’s showing us this videotape. You can’t imagine, Alex .. . what I was thinking of while I was watching that. When it was done, I said to him, okay, I’m glad I know this now, but I wish I had seen this tape while Albert was still alive so I could have beat his head in with my hockey stick.”
“God, Natalie. And you had no idea he’s still alive …”
“No, that was my little surprise for the evening. Marty told me that he had looked up Albert DeMarco. He’s living in the States now, out in Las Vegas. He’s got all these real estate deals going on, building houses. He owns part of a casino, too. He’s gotta be what, over seventy now, but he started over with a young wife, two kids in high school—you know, buying himself a new life. Marty said he was going to send him a copy of the tape, just to let him know that his past wasn’t a total secret.”
“What did you say, Natalie? What did your mother say?”
“You have to remember, Alex, this was the biggest lie she ever told me. But as good as she is at lying, she’s just as good at explaining herself after it all falls apart. She did it for me, she said. To make me feel better. To help me forgive her, all these years later. And you know what? I wanted to believe he was dead. I really did. So one drunken night, two years ago, she calls me up and she tells me the monster is gone. She wants to see me. She wants to be with me again. She wants to be my mother again …”
Natalie stopped to wipe her face with her hands.
“Two years, Alex. Two years I thought he was dead. I was up in Hearst, remember. Way the hell up there. What was I supposed to do, start ca
lling people to make sure he was really dead?”
“Okay, so then what?”
“I just had to get away from her. I went outside for a while, just walked around, freezing my ass off. I almost went down the street to Mrs. DeMarco’s house, like I did when I was twelve years old. But I couldn’t, you know? That was Albert’s house, too. It was like I couldn’t escape him, no matter what I did. He’d always be there haunting me. So eventually, I just went back inside. Marty was gone already. I got in a big fight with my mother, told her I wished she was dead …”
She stopped again.
“And then I called you,” she said. “I called you and I told you it was over between us. I’m sorry, Alex. I just didn’t want you to be a part of it anymore.”
“You should have told me what was going on,” I said. “I would have helped you.”
“I know that.”
“So why didn’t you?”
“It was my problem, Alex. You’ve already been through enough for me. My God, just look at you.”
She reached out and touched the bandages on my neck. “What’s this, anyway?”
“I’ll tell you in a minute,” I said. “Just finish your story.”
“The next day, my mother was up early. She was actually cleaning the house if you can believe it. She acted like there was nothing going on, but I knew better. I finally got it out of her. When she was alone with Marty the night before, they hatched up this plan. They were gonna blackmail Albert.”
“With what? That videotape?”
“That’s what I said. It’s an old man talking about something that might have happened thirty years ago. Albert would just laugh at her. You know what she told me?”
“I’m afraid to ask.”
“She told me that nothing on that videotape was a surprise to her. Albert had told her the whole story a long time ago. A full confession. You know what else? Apparently, Albert paid Simon Grant ten thousand dollars in cash after he killed my father. He was a full accessory, before and after the fact. My mother would be willing to testify to all of this in court.”
“But Simon didn’t say anything about money on that tape. And why would Albert—”
“Alex, did you hear what I just said? This was my mother’s story.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “Of course. But you’re telling me she’d actually say all of this under oath?”
“She’d tell it to a lie detector, Alex. She really would, and I’m sure she’d pass.”
“Okay, so what happened next?”
“I told her it would never work. Albert would know it was all a lie. But then it occurred to me that Albert would also know how good a liar she was. That’s when I started getting a headache. Anyway, the plan was that Marty Grant would come out here to his house on the island and call Albert, and tell him he had twenty-four hours to get out here with a hundred thousand dollars. He didn’t want my mother to be here, but he wanted her to stay by the phone so he could call her when Albert got there—you know, in case he needed to hear it from her directly. If he didn’t show up, they’d go to the police in Las Vegas, the Gaming Commission … they’d even send copies of the tape to his wife and kids. It was all a big bluff, of course. The whole thing. I told her they were both crazy. And now …”
She looked out the window.
“They didn’t know who they were messing around with, Alex. They had no idea.”
“So what did you do?” I said. “How did you end up out here?”
“My mother didn’t have Marty’s phone number. She just knew he was going to call her. So I took the tape and I told her to stay put. I came out here to give it back to him, and to tell him to forget the whole thing, to leave my mother alone or else I’d find a way to have him arrested. When I got out here, it wasn’t hard to find his place. It’s such a small island, and Mrs. Larusso downstairs knows everybody. When I got to the house, it was empty. But I knew somebody had been there. I started to get a bad feeling about it. I called back home, but nobody answered. That didn’t make any sense, because I knew my mother …”
She swallowed hard.
“I knew she was waiting by the telephone. But I just figured … I don’t know, maybe that she was drinking again, that she was passed out somewhere. So I left. I caught the next plane out and drove back to Blind River. When I saw what had happened to her …”
“We got there later,” I said. “Michael and I came out to the house.”
“Michael Grant?”
“Yes. When we found your mother, Michael panicked. I remember him saying .. . what did he say? Something about Marty, no, why did you do this …”
“He thought Marty killed my mother?”
“I don’t know what he was thinking,” I said. “He tried to kill me. He grabbed an old shotgun from your basement, from that stash of guns in the closet.”
“What happened?”
“The barrels exploded. He bled to death.”
She closed her eyes. “God,” she said. “When does it end?”
“Natalie, what did you do after you found your mother? Why did you come back here?”
“I called him, Alex. I knew Marty was able to contact him, so I called information out in Las Vegas. He wasn’t listed, but they had a number for his company. The DeMarco Group. I called and I got this woman on the line and I told her Albert needed to call me right away. I gave her my name, told her he’d know who I was. It didn’t take more than five minutes, Alex. He called me back. All of a sudden it was that voice on the phone, that voice I hadn’t heard in thirty years. He pretended he had no idea why I was calling. I asked him what kind of man would do that to a woman he once loved so much? He said he had no idea what I was talking about. He had been there in his office all day, he said. I told him he hadn’t changed one bit. He was still getting other people to do his killing for him. He asked me if I was about done because he’s a busy man, and I said, no, I’m not done. I’m going to call your wife and tell her what you did to me when I was a kid, and what you did to my father … and my mother. I’m going to tell her everything I know about you so she won’t feel so bad when I come out there and kill you.”
“What did he say to that?”
“Not a word, Alex. Not a word. I told him I was heading back down to Mackinac Island. I told him I’d have the last copy of the videotape with me, and if he wanted it, he had to come get it.”
“Why here?”
“I couldn’t stay in that house,” she said. “Not with my mother there. I figured this was as good a place as any. Nice and isolated. Just me and Albert.”
“There’s no way he’d come alone,” I said. “You know he’s got somebody else here.”
“Maybe,” she said. “I honestly don’t know. For me, maybe he’d come by himself. He still thinks of me as that twelve-year-old girl.”
“No,” Vinnie said. It was the first thing he had said since we had come up to this room. “He wouldn’t come alone. Not if he’s a born coward.”
“Wait a minute,” I said. “When I saw him getting off that plane …”
I tried to bring it all back in my mind. Standing there in the airport, looking at every face.
“There was another man with him,” I said. “He was big.”
“That’s at least one other man he has,” Vinnie said. “Who knows how well armed they are? We’d be fools to go out trying to find them.”
“You’re right,” she said. “We have to stay here. At least for now.”
“You’ve got to be kidding,” I said. “We’re sitting ducks.”
“No, not here,” she said. “They’re probably up at the Grants’ house, waiting. If we go up there now, we’ll be playing right into their hands.”
“That’s true,” Vinnie said.
“I’m so tired,” she said. “I haven’t slept in two days.”
“If we do this in the morning,” I said, “you have to promise me something.”
“What’s that?”
“You have to promise me that we�
��re going to do this together. We’re going to be smart about it, and if it looks bad, we’re going to bail out.”
She didn’t say anything.
“Promise me,” I said. “We’re together, no matter what.”
“Okay,” she said. “I promise.”
“What do you think, Vinnie. Are you up for this?”
“I’m with you,” he said, looking at Natalie. “You know that, Alex.”
“We should try to get some sleep,” Natalie said.
“Good idea,” Vinnie said. “I’ll go see the woman downstairs about another room.”
He stood up, went to the door, then looked back at me. “Alex, you gonna stay here?”
“Yes, he is,” Natalie said. “If that’s okay. I’d rather not be alone.”
“I’ll see you in the morning,” he said. Then he left.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t even ask you if you wanted to stay.”
“It’s okay. If you don’t want to be alone …”
“It’s more than that.”
“Natalie, I don’t know where we stand right now.”
“Show me what happened.”
“What?”
“I can see the bandages. Show me where you got shot.”
“I didn’t get shot,” I said. “It was a piece of metal, from when the shotgun exploded.”
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