The Obsession(96)
“Guess that’s it.”
They ate in the easy, companionable silence of old friends.
“Saw you got a couple banged up good in the lot.”
“Wreck last night on 119. Driver of the Honda blew a one-point-one.”
“D-W-fricking-I. Hurt bad?”
“Busted up some, and the other driver, too. Didn’t sound major. Cars have it worse.”
“Cha-ching for you.”
“Should be.” As he ate, Xander studied Lelo’s truck. “Are you bringing that piece of shit in here for me to fix?”
“Yeah. I can leave it if you can’t get to it, hitch a ride home.”
“I can get to it. I bought the damn muffler a month ago, figuring you’d come to your senses eventually. I can shuffle you in next.”
“Dude. Gratitude. The chief stopped me this morning on my way out of townlet me off when I told him I was coming back here after some business, and you were taking care of it.”
Unsurprised, Xander washed down fire-hot Diablo with ice-cold ginger ale. An excellent combo. “That’s one way to come to your senses.”
“I’m going to kind of miss the noise.”
“Only you, Lelo.”
“The chief told me they haven’t found Marla.”
Xander paused with the can of ginger ale halfway to his mouth. “She’s not back?”
“Nope, not back, nobody’s seen or heard from her. Since he had me pulled over, he asked if I had, if I noticed her with anybody Friday night. Saw anybody go out after her. It’s gotten serious, Xan. It’s like she poofed.”
“People don’t poof.”
“They run offI tried that when I was pissed at my mother over something. Packed up my backpack and set off to walk to my grandparents’. I figured it only took about five minutes to get thereby carand being eight I didn’t calculate the difference on foot so well. I got halfway there when my mother drove up. I figured I was in for it big-time, but she got out and cried all over me.”
He took a hefty bite of his sub. “Not the same, though, I guess.”
“We can hope it is. She took off on a mad, and she’s sitting somewhere sulking.” But the odds of that now, Xander thought, weren’t good. “It’s too long for that. Too damn long for that.”
“People are thinking she got taken by somebody.”
“People?”
“They were talking about it in Rinaldo’s when I got the sub. Local cops are talking to everybody now, from what I can see. Seems she hasn’t used her credit card since Friday either. And she didn’t take her car, any clothes. They had Chip and Patti look at that, to see if they could tell if she grabbed up some clothes. Everybody there saw her walk out of the bar, and that’s it.
“I can’t say I like her. I know I had sex with her a couple times, but Jesus, she has a mean streak. But it’s scary, man, thinking something really happened to her. A lot of people are fucked-up, you know? And do fucked-up things. I don’t like thinking about it.”
Neither did Xander.
But he couldn’t put it away. By the time he had Lelo’s truck on the liftand Lelo, with a yen for ice cream, had wandered off to get somehe had a twist in his belly.
He got a clear picture of the look she’d tossed him when she’d come out of the bathroomwhere Patti had dragged her on Friday night. The look she’d shot him, full of hot fury, before she shot up her middle finger and stormed out.
That was his last image of hera girl he’d known since high school. One he’d had sex with because she was available. One he’d blown off countless times since because, like Lelo, he didn’t really like her.
She could have walked home in under five minutes, he calculated. And at the pace she’d stormed out, more like three. A dark road, he considered, even with some streetlights. A quiet road that time of night with nearly anybody out and about in the bar for the music and the company.
He tried to see the houses on the route she’d have taken, the shops if she’d cut across Water Street. Shops closed. People would have been awakeor some of thembut those at home most likely sitting and watching TV, playing on the computer. Not looking out the window after eleven at night.
Had somebody come along, offered her a ride? Would she have been stupid enough to get in the car?
Three-to-five-minute walk, why get into a stranger’s car?
Didn’t have to be a stranger, he admitted, which tightened the twist in his belly. And there, she’d have hopped right in, glad to have an ear to vent her temper to.
Nearly two thousand people made their home in the Cove, in town and around it. Small town by any measure, but no one knew everyone.