Stephen King - End of Watch

‘There were tears and sadness from time to time, of course there was, but for the most part they were happy . At least… I don’t know…’

‘What are you thinking about, Nancy?’ He makes the switch to her first name – another old cop trick – without thinking about it.

‘Oh, it’s probably nothing. Marty seemed as happy as ever – she’s a real love-bug, that one, you wouldn’t believe how spiritual she is, always sees the good side of everything – but Jan did seem a little withdrawn lately, as if she had something weighing on her mind. I thought it might be money worries, or maybe just the after-Christmas blues. I never dreamed …’ She sniffles. ‘Excuse me, I have to blow.’

‘Sure.’

Holly grabs his pad. Her printing is small – constipated, he often thinks – and he has to hold the pad almost touching his nose to read ASK HER ABOUT ZAPPIT!

There’s a honking sound in his ear as Alderson blows her nose. ‘Sorry.’

‘That’s all right. Nancy, would you know if Mrs Ellerton happened to have a small handheld game console? It would have been pink.’

‘Goodness sakes, how did you know that?’

‘I really don’t know anything,’ Hodges says truthfully. ‘I’m just a retired detective with a list of questions I’m supposed to ask.’

‘She said a man gave it to her. He told her the game gadget was free as long as she promised to fill out a questionnaire and send it back to the company. The thing was a little bit bigger than a paperback book. It just sat around the house awhile—’

‘When was this?’

‘I can’t remember exactly, but before Christmas, for sure. The first time I saw it, it was on the coffee table in the living room. It just stayed there with the questionnaire folded up beside it until after Christmas – I know because their little tree was gone – and then I spied it one day on the kitchen table. Jan said she turned it on just to see what it would do, and found out there were solitaire games on it, maybe as many as a dozen different kinds, like Klondike and Picture and Pyramid. So, since she was using it, she filled out the questionnaire and sent it in.’

‘Did she charge it in Marty’s bathroom?’

‘Yes, because that was the most convenient place. She was in that part of the house so much, you know.’

‘Uh-huh. You said that Mrs Ellerton became withdrawn—’

‘A little withdrawn,’ Alderson corrects at once. ‘Mostly she was the same as always. A love-bug, just like Marty.’

‘But something was on her mind.’

‘Yes, I think so.’

‘ Weighing on her mind.’

‘Well…’

‘Was this around the same time she got the handheld game machine?’

‘I guess it was, now that I think about it, but why in the world would playing solitaire on a little pink tablet depress her?’

‘I don’t know,’ Hodges says, and prints DEPRESSED on his pad. He thinks there’s a significant jump between being withdrawn and being depressed.

‘Have their relations been told?’ Alderson asks. ‘There aren’t any in the city, but there are cousins in Ohio, I know that, and I think some in Kansas, too. Or maybe it was Indiana. The names would be in her address book.’

‘The police will be doing that as we speak,’ Hodges says, although he will call Pete later on to make sure. It will probably annoy his old partner, but Hodges doesn’t care. Nancy Alderson’s distress is in every word she utters, and he wants to offer what comfort he can. ‘May I ask one more question?’

‘Of course.’

‘Did you happen to notice anyone hanging around the house? Anyone without an obvious reason to be there?’

Holly is nodding vigorously.

‘Why would you ask that?’ Alderson sounds astonished. ‘Surely you don’t think some outsider —’

‘I don’t think anything,’ Hodges says smoothly. ‘I’m just helping the police because there’s been such a staff reduction in the last few years. Citywide budget cuts.’

‘I know, it’s awful.’

‘So they gave me this list of questions, and that’s the last one.’

‘Well, there was nobody. I’d have noticed, because of the breezeway between the house and the garage. The garage is heated, so that’s where the pantry and the washer-dryer are. I’m back and forth in that breezeway all the time, and I can see the street from there. Hardly anyone comes all the way up Hilltop Court, because Jan and Marty’s is the last house. It’s just the turnaround after that. Of course there’s the postman, and UPS, and sometimes FedEx, but otherwise, unless someone gets lost, we’ve got that end of the street to ourselves.’

‘So there was no one at all.’

‘No, sir, there sure wasn’t.’

‘Not the man who gave Mrs Ellerton the game console?’

‘No, he approached her in Ridgeline Foods. That’s the grocery store at the foot of the hill, down where City Avenue crosses Hilltop Court. There’s a Kroger about a mile further on, in the City Avenue Plaza, but Janice won’t go there even though things are a little cheaper, because she says you should always buy locally if you… you…’ She gives a sudden loud sob. ‘But she’s done shopping anywhere , isn’t she? Oh, I can’t believe this! Jan would never hurt Marty, not for the world.’

‘It’s a sad thing,’ Hodges says.

‘I’ll have to come back today.’ Alderson now talking to herself rather than to Hodges. ‘It may take awhile for her relatives to come, and someone will have to make the proper arrangements.’

A final housekeeping duty, Hodges thinks, and finds the thought both touching and obscurely horrible.

‘I want to thank you for your time, Nancy. I’ll let you go n—’

‘Of course there was that elderly fellow,’ Alderson says.

‘What elderly fellow was that?’

‘I saw him several times outside 1588. He’d park at the curb and just stand on the sidewalk, looking at it. That’s the house across the street and down the hill a little way. You might not have noticed it, but it was for sale.’

Hodges did notice, but doesn’t say so. He doesn’t want to interrupt.

‘Once he walked right up the lawn to look in the bay window – this was before the last big snowstorm. I think he was window shopping.’ She gives a watery laugh. ‘Although my mother would have called it window wishing , because he surely didn’t look like the sort who could afford a house like that.’

‘No?’

‘Uh-uh. He was dressed in workman’s clothes – you know, green pants, like Dickies – and his parka was mended with a piece of masking tape. Also, his car looked very old and had spots of primer on it. My late husband used to call that poor man’s polish.’

‘You don’t happen to know what kind of car it was, do you?’ He flips his pad to a fresh sheet and writes, FIND DATE OF LAST BIG SNOWSTORM. Holly reads it and nods.

‘No, I’m sorry. I don’t know cars. I don’t even remember the color, just those spots of primer paint. Mr Hodges, are you sure there hasn’t been some mistake?’ She’s almost begging.

‘I wish I could tell you that, Nancy, but I can’t. You’ve been very helpful.’

Doubtfully: ‘Have I?’

Hodges gives her his number, Holly’s, and the office number. He tells her to call if anything occurs to her that they haven’t covered. He reminds her that there may be press interest because Martine was paralyzed at City Center in 2009, and tells her she isn’t obliged to talk to reporters or TV news people if she doesn’t want to.

Nancy Alderson is crying again when he breaks the connection.

He takes Holly to lunch at Panda Garden a block down the street. It’s early and they have the dining room almost to themselves. Holly is off meat and orders vegetable chow mein. Hodges loves the spicy shredded beef, but his stomach won’t put up with it these days, so he settles for Ma La Lamb. They both use chopsticks, Holly because she’s good with them and Hodges because they slow him down and make a post-lunch bonfire in his guts less likely.