Linwood Barclay - Fear The Worst

He held the wand suspended in midair, water trickling out the end, and looked over at me through the dark locks that hung across his face.

I killed the ignition and as I got out of the car took the metallic green, match-pack-sized music player with me. Without headphones it wasn’t as if I could play his song for him, but I thought holding it up for effect would make my point.

It did. The moment Evan saw what was in my hand, his mouth hung open.

Even though I was walking, I was coming at him pretty fast. Speaking over the flapping of the multicolored pennant flags strung overhead, I said, “We need to have a little chat, Evan.”

“What the fuck,” he said.

I closed the distance between us, took the wand from Evan’s hand, and tossed it to the pavement. “So you and Sydney weren’t that close, huh? All you did was have dinner at the same table.”

“I don’t know what your deal is, man, but you’re not my fucking father, you know?” he said.

“No, but I’m Sydney’s fucking father, and I want to know what was actually going on between you two.” I’d moved even closer, forcing Evan up against a wet blue Kia sedan.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.

“Tim!” It was Susanne, standing atop the stairs that led up to the office. “Tim! What’s going on?”

I ignored her, and held the music player up to Evan’s nose. “I’ve been listening to Sydney’s tunes the last few days, and guess what just came up? Your little song that you dedicated to her.”

“So?”

“So?” I fired back at him. “That’s all you’ve got to say?”

“Tim!”

It was Susanne again, moving toward us. She was using her cane and her gait was awkward and unsteady.

“Susanne!” I shouted. “Just stay there!”

Now Bob was coming out of the office, squinting in the intense sunlight, wondering what all the fuss was about.

“My dad’s gonna bust your ass,” Evan said. He was trying to be tough, but his voice squeaked, and his eyes were darting left and right, like he was looking for a way to escape.

Susanne, nearly breathless, had her hand on my upper arm and was trying to pull me away. “Tim, what the hell are you doing?”

I tried to shake her off gently. “He’s been telling me he hardly ever talked to Sydney. But not according to this.” I held up the iPod.

Evan shot Susanne a look. Susanne looked at him, then back at me. “What are you talking about?”

“You need to listen to this.”

“It’s no big deal!” Evan said.

“What?” Susanne said. “What is it?”

“He’s lied to us about how close he was to Sydney,” I said. “I wonder what else he’s been lying about.”

Bob arrived, slightly winded. Evan said to him, “Dad, get this asshole away from me.”

Bob grabbed my arm, much harder than Susanne had, and threw me up against the side of a Nissan. It knocked the wind out of me, but that didn’t stop me from bouncing back, grabbing Bob around the waist, and pounding him into the Kia.

“Stop it!” Susanne shrieked.

“You son of a bitch!” Bob said, trying to find enough room between us to land a punch. “Didn’t you get the message to keep the fuck away from my son?”

He caught me with his right in the side of the head, but there wasn’t much power in it. Just enough to make me mad enough to form a fist and drive it into his stomach.

But now Evan was on my back, screaming at me, locking his arms around my shoulders and pulling me away from his father, who now had a clearer shot at me. As Bob wound up, I shot out with my right leg and caught him right where it counts the most. His punch never connected, and instead he cupped both hands over his crotch and doubled over. “Oh God!” he said.

“Stop it!” Susanne screamed again. She’d dropped her cane at some point and was using a car to support herself.

I tried to shake off Evan, but he was holding on to me with everything he had, trying to use his weight to drag me down to the asphalt. I managed to get some leverage into an elbow and drove it into his stomach. It made him loosen his grip on me, and I twisted away, stumbled, and fell against the Nissan.

Evan wanted to take another shot at me, but Susanne lurched between us and shouted, “Enough! Enough!”

The MP3 player had gone flying during the melee and was on the ground near my foot. I reached down, grabbed it, and slid it into the front pocket of my slacks.

Everyone took a moment.

Bob, whose face was red and puffy, tried to straighten up, using the Kia’s hood for support. But it was still wet, and Bob’s hand slipped, throwing him off balance momentarily.

“You okay?” I asked him.

“Fuck off,” he said.

“Are you out of your mind?” Susanne asked me. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“That’s what you are,” Evan said, pointing at me. “You’re out of your mind.”

To Susanne, I said, “He wrote a song for Sydney.”

“What?”

“They recorded it, she put it on her iPod. He wrote this song and dedicated it to her.”

Susanne turned on Evan. “Is that true?”

He shrugged.

“I asked you a question,” she said. “Is that true?”

“It was just a song,” he said.

Bob slowly stood back up to his full height, but you could see he was still feeling the pain. There’s nothing like it. He looked at me. “I swear to God I’m going to kill you.”

“Shut up, Bob,” Susanne said. That caught both Bob and me off guard.

I said, “Your boy knew our daughter better than he’s been letting on,” I said.

“What are you talking about?” he said.

I took the iPod back out of my pocket. “Let’s have a listen.” I walked back to my car, turned the key ahead a notch, plugged the player back into the auxiliary jack.

When Syd’s voice came on, Susanne’s face crumpled like paper. I knew how she felt. I hadn’t heard my daughter’s voice for weeks, either, until now.

Sydney’s and Evan’s voices came out of the car speakers, then Evan went into his lyrics. Sydney followed up with the joke about him wanting to get into her pants.

When it got to the end, I asked, “Anyone want to hear it again?”

No one did. But Evan said, “See? It’s not even a whole song. It’s just a couple of lines, that’s all. We were just goofing around.”

“Christ almighty,” Bob said to me. “This is what’s got your shorts in a knot?”

But Susanne clearly saw it differently. To Evan, she said, “Why is Syd making a joke about you wanting to get into her pants?”

Evan’s cheeks reddened.

“I’m asking you a question!” Susanne shouted.

“Suze,” Bob said, “don’t get yourself worked up.”

“Fuck off,” she said to him.

“Susanne, for crying out loud, stop listening to this ex-boob of yours. Don’t you see what he’s doing? He’s using Evan to drive a wedge between us. He wants you back and he figures the best way to do it is to turn you against us.”

“You’re an ass,” I said to Bob.

He lunged at me and swung. He caught me in the jaw and I stumbled to the right, tripped over my own feet, and hit the ground.

Susanne screamed at us, “Stop it!”

She wasn’t using a car hood or any of us for support now. She was standing directly before Evan. Her right leg seemed wobbly.

“For the last time,” she said, her voice now not much more than a whisper, “I want to know what was going on between you and my daughter.”

“We talked some,” he conceded.

“And what else?” Susanne asked. “What else did you do?”

Evan glanced hopelessly at his father. “Look, really, nothing happened. We were just getting along okay, all right? We liked to talk. But not when you guys were around. We figured, if our parents knew that we actually liked each other, you’d start freaking out. You’d think it was like incest or something, but it’s not.”