R. Stine - Red Rain

“The bruvver and sister,” Daniel said.

Samuel stared at him. “Who?”

“The bruvver and sister,” his twin repeated. “You know. Ira and Elena.”

“The two of them? Help us?”

Daniel nodded enthusiastically, eyes aglow. “The bruvver and sister know people, Sammy. They have friends, right? They know things. They will help us rule the school. They’ll join us. And then more. And more.”

Daniel jumped to his feet and pumped his fists above his head. “More and more and more. And when we own all the kids, we own the town. It will all be ours. All. And what does it take, Sammy? You know the answer. Teamwork, boyo. Teamwork wins the day.”

“Daniel, listen to me. What if Ira and Elena don’t want to join us? What if they tell Mum and Pa?”

Daniel giggled. His grin made his dimples flare. “We’ll convince the bruvver and sister.”

Samuel stared at him. “Convince them? Okay. But no smoked meat, Daniel. Okay? No smoked meat?”

Daniel nodded. “Total domination, Sammy. You’ll see. Total domination.”

A hard knock on the door ended the discussion. The door swung open, and Roz edged into the room, carrying a round tray with a bowl and glasses. “You boys didn’t get much dinner, what with the police and all. I brought you some Cokes and a big bowl of popcorn.”

Sweet smiles on both boys. “Oh, me goodness. Thank you, Aunty Roz,” said Samuel.

Daniel’s eyes lit up with glee, and his dimples flashed. “Thank you, Aunty. Who loves the popcorn? We do! Pop pop pop.”

Mark wrapped his arms tightly around Lea’s waist and pressed his face against her cheek. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

She stepped back, nearly stumbling over her overnight bag. Her dark eyes flashed. “It takes a murder to make you miss me so much?”

“Don’t make jokes. Please. It’s. . been horrible for all of us.”

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t get back last night, honey. The jitney was booked. And I missed the last train. Then this morning there was an accident on the expressway, and-look at the clock. It’s nearly two.”

“It’s okay, Lea. You’re here now.” He pulled her close again and kissed her.

“How are the kids? I worried about them all night. Are they-?”

“Roz and I got them off to school. They seem to be okay. A little quiet, maybe. Ira is glum, but I don’t think more glum than usual.”

“The morning papers could have been worse,” she said, tugging off her red jacket and tossing it on a chair. She straightened her T-shirt and pulled it out from her jeans.

“For sure it could be worse. The police didn’t reveal the details. Too sickening, I guess. If they had, it would have been on every front page.”

Lea touched his face. “Poor baby. I feel so bad for you. Did you see the. . uh. . the body?”

“No. I-” He reached for her again. He had a sudden desire to pull up her T-shirt and kiss her all over.

The doorbell interrupted. Mark glanced over Lea’s shoulder and saw two dark-uniformed men peering through the screen door. He recognized the two cops from the night before.

He groaned.

Lea turned to the door. “Hello?”

“It’s Sergeant Pinto and Pavano,” the big, older cop said. “Sorry to interrupt.”

Lea pushed open the door, and they entered, both removing their dark caps. Pinto studied Lea. He had a toothpick riding up and down between his teeth. Mark smelled tobacco on the other one. Pavano held his arms tense at his sides, as if expecting trouble.

He always looks uncomfortable. Like he knows he’s chosen the wrong line of work.

“This is my wife, Lea.” Mark gestured to the suitcases. “She’s just back. From the city.”

The cops nodded at her. Pinto’s eyes lingered longer than Mark thought they should. Pinto removed the toothpick and shoved it into his uniform shirt pocket. “Sorry for interrupting your afternoon, Mrs. Sutter. We need to speak to your husband for a few minutes.”

“I’ve already answered all your questions,” Mark snapped. “Do I need my lawyer?”

“If you prefer,” Pinto said. “But then we’d have to have our talk at the station.”

“But I’ve told you everything I know.”

“We’re making a report for the state guys now,” Pinto said. “They’re probably going to send their own cops down. They’ll ask you the same questions. Then if the feds get into it. .” His voice trailed off.

“It won’t take long,” Pavano said. “We have some test results.”

“Results? You mean like fingerprints? You got them overnight?”

“The lab guys don’t get cases like this very often,” Pavano said.

“Perhaps if we could sit down.” Pinto motioned toward Mark’s office down the hall.

Mark sighed. Lea shrugged. She lifted the overnight bag. “I’ll go unpack. Then maybe I’ll make a nice dinner before the kids get home.” She turned to Mark. “Unless you need me. .”

He shook his head. “Go ahead, dear. No problem.” He turned and led the two cops into his office.

Autumn had left a stack of mail on his chair. She arrived late that morning and didn’t have work on her mind. Shining those beautiful eyes on him, she’d slid his hand over her breasts. Then she got all pouty when he told her Lea was coming home.

Autumn was young and beautiful and sexy, but seeing her made him feel sick now. How was he going to deal with her? If he told her yesterday morning was a onetime thing, would she go berserk? Tell Lea?

He couldn’t fire her. That would be a definite lawsuit. And it would mean more hideously damaging newspaper stories.

And how did he feel about her? He hadn’t had time to sort it out. He knew he didn’t want to hurt her. But he also knew that Lea meant everything to him. He had done a stupid, impulsive thing. So unlike him. So totally unlike him.

He knew he needed to think about this all. But with the murder. .

The two cops were staring at him. Trying to read his thoughts. Did he appear tense to them? Would they misinterpret it and decide he was guilty in some way?

He removed the stack of letters from his chair and sat down. Once again, they took their places on the green leather couch facing the desk.

Pinto dropped his cap onto the floor in front of him. Pavano pulled out his phone to take notes. He tapped a slow rhythm with the fingers of his other hand on the couch arm.

“One more time,” Pinto said. “The victim brought you bad news, right? Very bad news.”

“Well, yeah,” Mark replied. “But I told you, he was just the messenger. It wasn’t his fault I didn’t get the grant. The board voted. They just sent him to tell me.”

“And. . I know you’ve already stated this. . Your feeling when he told you? Angry?”

“Disappointed,” Mark corrected him.

Pavano tapped something into his phone. Then he raised his head and gazed intently at Mark. “The victim’s car was in the driveway for how long before you noticed it?”

“Maybe fifteen minutes. Maybe twenty.”

“You don’t think it’s strange that a car could sit in your driveway twenty minutes, and you didn’t notice it?”

Mark shrugged. “What can I tell you? I didn’t see it.”

“And you never looked out the window and saw anyone approach the car?”

“No. No, I didn’t. I told you.”

“You never noticed another car drive by or stop?”

“No. I didn’t look out the front. So I-”

“You saw no one in your front yard? No one walk up your driveway?”

“This is getting repetitious,” Mark said.

Easy. Don’t let them rattle you.

Pinto nodded. “I know. We have to do this.” He glanced at the notes on his partner’s phone. “Mr. Sutter, we have test results that show your blowtorch was recently used.”