Rene Gutteridge - Listen

The captain parked his car in an empty space near RadioShack. Three patrol cars accompanied him, pulling to nearby curbs.

Grayson gathered them on the sidewalk across the street from the store. “Murray, I want you to go in easy. Let’s not spook this guy. Tell him we just want to bring him in and talk to him about what he knows. Guys, let’s stand by, out of line of sight.”

Murray pointed. “That’s his car, right? The red one?”

“Yeah. Looks like our boy is in there. All right, let’s go in. Damien, wait by the car.”

Damien nodded and got comfortable leaning against the door, trying to ease the adrenaline that was pulsing through him. He watched Murray and Grayson cross the street toward the store, which was lit up with signs declaring all kinds of Christmas sales.

He loved the little town square with its tower clock and its swept streets. Every store glowed with holiday lights and festive decorations. Shoppers traveled from store to store, managing their shopping bags.

A heavy thought hit him. Frank’s Christmas gift. He’d gotten it online a month ago. It was some gadget that projected movies from a tiny device onto any surface. The guy at the store said it was the hot new gadget for the holidays.

Frank spent every Christmas with them, bringing over loads of presents for the kids and thoughtful ones for him and Kay. What was Christmas going to be like without Frank there?

He blew out the sorrow and watched the men approach RadioShack. The front door opened, and a man fitting the description of Toledo came out, zipping up a lightweight navy coat.

He glanced up, noticing Grayson first, then Murray. Damien took a couple steps forward, hoping to hear at least part of the exchange.

Grayson waved at the man. “You Mike Toledo?”

Suddenly the man bolted, dropping his bags and racing the opposite direction.

Damien couldn’t help himself. He took off in a run as Grayson called for backup and Murray chased Toledo. Barely dodging an oncoming car, Damien made his way across the street, about ten yards behind Murray.

Toledo knocked against shoppers as he raced toward an alley. More shouting from the police and Grayson. Damien rounded the corner after Murray.

Toledo had hit a fence and was scrambling up the chain link when Murray caught the bottom of his pants and dragged him off. Toledo fell against the concrete with a thud and rolled over, groaning. Murray accosted him, followed shortly by Grayson, who drilled a knee into his backbone. Within seconds, he was cuffed.

“Something you want to run from?” Grayson growled, yanking him to his feet.

Edgar laughed heartily, slapping his hands against his desk. “Whew! It just doesn’t get any better than this.”

Damien crossed his arms, trying to keep his hands from fidgeting.

“An eyewitness account,” Edgar continued, smiling. “This is stellar. The way you put in these details, it’s like I’m right there. Any new information since the story broke?”

“No. They’re pretty quiet over there right now. They let me stay for the interrogation of Angela because I brought the conversation to their attention. I’m assuming they’re interrogating Mr. Toledo and probably getting a warrant to search his premises.” Damien sighed. “Frank was always my inside guy there, so I don’t know anything more than that.”

“That’s okay. This is good for now.” Edgar’s smile faded. “Listen, um, why don’t you shut the door for a sec.”

Damien hesitated, then shut it. “What’s going on?”

“First of all, I know this has been a hard few days for you. Frank’s death was an incredible tragedy for this town but most especially for you.”

Damien agreed.

“But this is a newspaper, and we’ve got to run with the story.”

“I understand. Of course we’ve got to cover this. I’m glad you let me write it.”

“There’s another side to this story, Damien.”

Damien searched Edgar’s face. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.” Edgar waited. “That Frank might’ve been the person behind the Web site.”

Damien slammed his fists against the chair he stood behind. “What are you talking about? It’s only a rumor! Frank is not behind it.”

“The story presents it as an angle, just like the police are doing.”

“You wrote it?”

“I assigned it to Bruce.”

“There is no evidence pointing to Frank.”

“You’re his friend, so I understand that you’re not seeing this clearly.”

“There is nothing to see except speculation.”

“He had motive.”

“Edgar-”

“Hear me out,” Edgar said, his voice rising. “He had motive. It was no secret he was never able to let his wife go. He wanted to keep up with what Angela was doing. And now a source at the police department says there was a sister who attempted sui-”

“Don’t you think it’s a little elaborate to have this entire Web site full of people’s conversations just so he can listen in on Angela’s life?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he was more desperate than anyone knows.”

“Circumstantial. That’s all it is.”

“His rookie shed some light on his state of mind.”

“Meaning what?”

“We have him quoted as saying that he believes Frank could’ve been a part of it, that he disappeared sometimes for no reason, with no explanation of where he’d been.”

“What a guy. Really knows how to wear that uniform.”

“The posts have stopped. There hasn’t been one since Frank died.”

“There is also no evidence on Frank’s computer that he was involved.”

“There are theories attached to why that is.”

Damien walked to the door and opened it. “I’m sure there are.”

“I know this is difficult. And believe me when I say that we’re not presenting it as fact. It’s not proven yet. But it is a story that Marlo has a great interest in.”

“Marlo? Or you? Because as far as I can see, this isn’t hurting you any, is it?”

Edgar flinched but seemed dismissive of the accusation. “If it was Frank, it would solve a very big mystery.”

“Or cause harm to a man’s reputation, a man who can’t in any way defend himself.”

Damien tried to read Edgar’s expression, while filtering it through the utter disgust he felt. But Edgar didn’t say anything else. He only stared at his desk.

Damien walked out, slamming the door behind him.

Kay barely heard the phone ringing over the vacuum. She shut it off and hurried to the wall phone. She grabbed it on the fifth ring. “Hello?”

“Mom?”

Kay’s heart skipped a beat. The voice sounded urgent. “Jenna? What’s the matter?”

“Mom, I just… I wanted to call.”

“You sound frantic.”

“No, I’m okay. I had a break between classes. What are you doing?”

“Vacuuming. You don’t sound okay.”

“I’m… you know, it’s a lot to… It’s just one of those days. Maybe it’s all hitting me.”

“Do you want to come home? I’ll come get you.”

“No. It’s fine, really. Listen, that’s the bell. I gotta go. See you after school. Let’s get a movie tonight, okay? Pizza?”

Kay smiled. “Of course.” The line went dead and Kay hung up the phone. She unplugged the vacuum and was wrapping the cord up when the doorbell rang. Hunter had been expecting a box from Amazon.

But it wasn’t a box on her front porch. “Jill?”

Sobbing, Jill collapsed to her knees. Her wail echoed off the concrete porch. Kay hurried outside, kneeling in front of her and grabbing Jill’s wrists. “Jill? Is it Natalie?”

Jill shook her head. “It’s Mike. They’ve arrested him. For that police officer’s murder.”

Damien fled to his desk, not knowing what to do with the anger he felt. Part of him needed to leave, take a walk, maybe a vacation. Just get out.