Chuck Logan - After the Rain

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She shifted her feet, uneasy. Glanced out toward her dad, then back again. “Devil’s Rock, Minnesota.”

He glanced toward the back of the building where Broker was walking around the loader, inspecting the worn-out tires. He stayed in sight, like he told his kid, but he was ducking around back there, definitely snooping. Dale swiveled his chair back toward the girl, composed himself with his hands folded in his lap. “You like stories?” he asked.

“Sure.”

“Well. I know a guy named Ole, and he went over to Thief River Falls in Minnesota and he bought this cow.”

“Uh-huh,” she said.

“Well. He got this cow home and he went out to milk it. You know how to milk a cow, don’t you?”

She nodded her head. “I been on a farm. You squeeze the things and the milk squirts out.”

“Right. The things are called tits, just like your mom’s got. Course she’s only got one on each side. Cow has four.”

The kid narrowed her eyes, alert but not quite sure what she was supposed to be wary about. She took a step back to put distance between herself and something in Dale’s manner.

Dale said, “So this guy yanks on the tits and the cow farts.”

The girl made a self-conscious face, but a fast lick of humor darted in her green eyes. The old bathroom humor connection.

“So the guy went and got his neighbor and brought him over and he says, ‘This is the damnest thing. I bought this cow and I go to milk it and I grab hold of the tit, and when I squeeze, the cow goes and farts.’

“And his neighbor says, ‘You got this cow in Minnesota, didn’t you?’

“And the guy says, ‘How’d you know that?’

“And the neighbor says, ‘ ’Cause I got my wife in Minnesota.’ ”

Dale laughed at his joke, and at the girl’s discomfort and confusion. She went to the edge of the concrete pad and called to her dad. “Dad, I need to use the bathroom.”

Is there a bathroom she can use?” Broker called.

“Sure, it’s right in here,” Dale pointed to the doorway in the partition. “Sometimes you got to flush it twice.”

She nodded and went through the door and shut it behind her. Almost immediately Dale heard her playing with the toilet, flushing it twice. Then after a few moments, she flushed it again.

By the time she had finished in the bathroom and was back out standing by the desk, Broker came back.

Dale watched him closely. The guy was trying to act interested in machinery but what he was really doing was scoping out the Missile Park across the road. Looking for signs of his runaway old lady.

If that’s what she really was. Jeeez-if the wife could be a cop, this guy could be a cop too.

“Well, thanks for letting me look around,” Broker said.

“Any time. Like I said. There’s not much left. I’m about to the pull the plug.”

They said goodbye to the heavyset, moonfaced guy and walked out to the Explorer. Kit looked up at her dad and said, “That guy’s weird.”

“Why do you say that?” Broker said.

“Well, he told me this story about cows and farts.”

“Yeah?” A little more alert, Broker looked at the thickset man standing in the doorway.

“And when I went to the bathroom…”

“He didn’t do anything weird then , honey. I was watching him. He was sitting at the desk the whole time.”

“No, it was something that was in the bathroom. The toilet wasn’t flushed.”

Broker nodded in vague sympathy.

No, Dad. There was this blue poop in the toilet.”

Broker grinned. “That’s probably Lysol bowl cleaner, you squirt it around the edge to clean-”

“No, Dad.” Kit stamped her foot and folded her arms across her chest. Peeved, she continued. “You’re not listening . There was this blue poop floating in the water. It was yucky.”

“If you say so.”

Kit turned away, hugged herself tight around the chest, and raised her chin in a haughty display of disapproval. “ Dad. You are not taking me seriously.”

“Okay. I don’t know about blue poop. But I do know that when little girls crank their stuck-up noses in the air, they gotta watch out so birds don’t drop white poop on them.”

Kit glowered and kicked at the trap rock in the driveway.

“Sometimes you’re not a very nice daddy.”

“C’mon, honey,” Broker said. “Time’s getting close.”

Exactly an hour after he left, Joe Reed drove up and parked his van. He came into the shed wearing fresh jeans, a clean oatmeal-colored Carhartt T-shirt, and all his scars washed. Musta taken one of his cat baths in his van. He saw the loader. “No sale, huh?”

“She’s a boat anchor. Leave it for scrap.”

Joe looked up suddenly and cocked his head. Nothing wrong with his hearing. If anything, his other disabilities had made it more acute. Because Dale heard stuff just fine, and he didn’t hear it until seconds later.

“Plane coming in,” Joe said.

Chapter Nineteen

Nina woke up alone-not just in Ace’s bed, but in an empty apartment over an empty bar. No smiling Ace handing her coffee. In fact, no coffee.

She had spent a second chaste night in Ace’s bed and he had slept on the couch. They had gone to dinner yesterday and to a movie at the refurbished Roxy Theater in town. Signs , with Mel Gibson. Then they’d gone out for a single beer afterwards at the bowling alley and talked about the movie. Like a date. She had been willing to kiss him at the conclusion to the evening, but he had stepped away.

Not yet, he’d said with less of his usual gallantry than tangible distraction. Was he losing interest? Was he coming around to Gordy’s suspicious way of thinking? Did it matter? She was getting antsy, too. She assumed that Holly was checking this Khari guy five different ways. So something might roll out tonight. Which was fine, because her game with Ace and Gordy was running out of steam. She’d just have to ride out the day. Later this morning she would call Broker to see how things went with Kit. Right now she wanted a cup of coffee.

She showered fast, threw on a summer shift, and went downstairs just as Gordy came in through the front door carrying a bag of groceries. Seeing her, a malevolent smile smeared his hairy lips. His beady eyes darted around the room and Nina could practically read the thought bubble over his head.

They were alone.

She ignored him, went into the office, saw the can of Folgers on the sideboard sink, and started pouring water into the Mr. Coffee machine. Gordy followed her, set down his bag, came over, and stood beside her. She had never been this close to him and he smelled like stick deodorant aged in old sweat.

“I’m still here,” she said, deciding to take the offensive. He was wearing that Velcro back brace. She wondered if he slept in it.

“You ain’t the only one. Green Explorer, Minnesota plates, parked at the Motor Inn.”

“Shit,” Nina said. All right!

“Yeah, he’s hanging around. Here. Let me do that.” Gordy took the can of Folgers from her and started measuring out the coffee. “Ace likes it strong.”

“Where is he?”

“Run off with the most popular chick in town.” Gordy grinned and held his hand palm down about waist level. “ ‘Bout this tall. She ain’t got legs or arms but she got these great lips, and her head is flat on top, just right for setting down a beer can.”

“Old joke,” Nina said and fixed a bored expression on her face.

“Ace went into court to fight a speeding ticket. He’ll be back pretty soon.” Gordy shrugged and removed a six-pack of Coke from the bag, and a cardboard box of assorted doughnuts.

“Breakfast of Champions, huh?” Nina said.

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