If Angels Fall (tom reed and walt sydowski)
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“Tom, are you coming back to the paper? Tellwood’sleft the door open for you and Benson is gone.”
“I don’t know. I need time to think things through.”
Reed found Sydowski alone, huddled over a coffee,peering through is bifocals at bird show brochures.
“Well, well: Tom Reed. My favorite voychick.”
“Why you hiding out?”
“Reporters are dangerous to my health.”
Reed saw the gold in Sydowski’s smile and it was likethe shit a year ago never happened. He sat across from him, looking him in theeye. “Thank you, Walt. Thank you for everything.”
“No need to thank me.”
“And, I wanted to apologize for the fuckup withFranklin Wallace in the Tanita Marie Donner case. I was wrong.”
Sydowski shook his head, sipping some coffee. “Youwere never wrong,” he said.
“But, Virgil Shook was the guy, Wallace had nothing todo-”
“You were half right at the time. But we could nevertell you. I wanted to, but we couldn’t tell anybody.”
“Wallace was involved?”
“Yes. But Shook killed her. You scared the shit out ofus digging up what you did. You didn’t know that it was Shook who tipped you toWallace, thinking we would put it all on Wallace. We knew Wallace was involved,but he wasn’t alone. We needed him to bring us his partner, who turned out tobe Shook.”
“So you let me hang, the disgrace, the lawsuit?”
“It hurt me seeing you go through that shitstorm, butyou hanged yourself, Tom. I told you to sit on your stuff.”
“Wasn’t Shook afraid Wallace would roll on him?”
“No. Shook dominated him psychologically. Fed himcrap, faked his own suicide over the phone to Wallace. That’s what did it, lefthim thinking we were coming for him. And when you got there first, well, thatclosed the lid on his casket. Shook was a clever bastard.”
“What about Keller?”
“What can I tell you? You knew him as well as anyone.You practically solved the case, but I’ll deny I ever said that.” Reedchuckled.
Sydowski continued. “Edward died at the bottom of thePacific, like he wanted. Now he’s on a slab in the hospital basement, out ofhis fucking misery, like Shook. And you know what? The world feels a littlelighter without the burden of their presence.”
“Feel a song coming on there, Walt?”
Sydowski downed his coffee, tossing the paper cup inthe trash.
“Maybe. I got to check on my old man, head home, feedmy birds. Why not drop by some time, Reed? I’ll get some fresh kielbasa, someegg bread, sweet butter. And you can buy the beer.”
“I think you owe me. I’m solving your cases for you.”
“Listen, you’re still young. It’s not too late for youto join the SFPD. I’d put in a word for you. You think you can cut it?”
“Naw, I like being a hack. I like living dangerously.”
“You want danger? Let my old man give you a shave andhaircut.”
Sydowski clasped Reed’s shoulder warmly.
“Love your family, Tom.”
Before heading upstairs, Reed stepped into a washroomto cleanse his face. He was haggard; he needed a shower, a shave. Parts of himwere still tingling. Christ, he had come so close to losing it all.
And he would have done anything…
Like Keller?
“…eyes that haunt my dreams…”
Reed knew he would never be the same.
He had been given a second chance.
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