Allan Retzky - Vanished in the Dunes

“Oh Lordy, Lordy, this is so fucking good,” he says to the empty seat and starts the engine.

As soon as he sees Posner’s car head east on the highway, he knows the man’s going back to the Montauk Overlook.

“She must be buried there. She must. I just missed the spot, that’s all. Now he’ll take me there. He will. I know it.”

Then he smiles and begins to hum as if to remind himself that he’s just out for a drive in the country.

Amos Posner’s on his way back to the overlook. He can’t help himself. He suspects that someone’s been watching him and wants to see that the grave is still undisturbed. He’s had the feeling for a few days now. Ever since he got the call from that cop Wisdom. It started with the small blue car in the Overlook parking lot. Just sitting there. Not doing anything. Just watching him. At first he thinks it must be the police, and then decides it’s just coincidence. But he’s seen that same blue car a few times in the last week. Once he even thought he saw it parked on the far corner down the block. Now he assumes once again it’s the police. Who else could it be? His hands are sweating as he grabs the wheel tighter than necessary.

He can’t let his nervousness show. He’s just passing through Montauk village when the full reality of it all hits him. Maybe the police are trying to spook him. Trying to make him commit some act of self-betrayal. Maybe it really was Wisdom. That’s when he sees the blue car. Maybe half a block behind. As he approaches the far end of town, he starts to slow then jerks a quick left across two traffic lanes into a service station. He pulls up alongside a pump that blocks most of his view of the road. Still he has a fleeting glimpse of a small blue car speeding the other way as he pulls to a complete stop, but there’s no time for a clear look at the driver. Even after he turns the engine off, his fingers tighten around the wheel, as if he were trying to squeeze the life out of it.

Henry Stern sees Posner veer off, yet can do nothing. He goes a bit farther down the road and turns left toward the harbor. He thought he was careful, yet not enough, otherwise why would Posner have pulled over? He turns his car around and pulls onto a grassy area where he can watch the eastbound traffic in case Posner changes his mind. He waits for over an hour before he gives up and returns to his motel. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to follow Posner too closely. Maybe now that Posner recognizes his blue compact, the idea of frightening him into a mistake has become self-defeating.

He checks out of the motel after looking up the addresses of a few guesthouses in the area from the phone book. He notes the address of a local Chevrolet car dealership.

“A switch to a Chevy would be fitting. Don’t you think?” he says to his unseen companion. “A kind of tribute to the late Rosalie Sanchez who’d fuck anyone but me. And look where it got her.”

He pays his bill in cash. He has paid all his expenses in cash so far, except for the rented car. He drives to the Chevy dealership and surveys the lot. After a bit, he wanders in and asks about a short-term rental. One or two weeks should do it. “Just to give it a good test drive. Yes, I know it’ll be an expensive rental for two weeks.”

He thanks the salesman, says he’ll think it over, and then drives back to Posner’s neighborhood, but he’s already decided not to do anything with the dealer. Too much information to give up. He doesn’t know how he’ll handle things from now on, yet he isn’t worried.

Henry Stern has come to believe in premonitions. He also appreciates that certain events have fallen into his lap; like the time he happened to show up just as Posner was leaving to drive to the Montauk Overlook. He feels such happenings are preordained and that Posner will at some point lead him to Heidi’s grave. He has already acknowledged to himself that she is gone and that Posner has killed her. Now he must watch the man like a hawk and wait for the mistake. This is why he again sits in his car a block away from Posner’s house.

It’s not the most comfortable place to wait, but he has nowhere else to go. He plans to sleep in his car and at about eleven that night he sees the lights go off in Posner’s house. He waits another fifteen minutes then gets out of his car to stretch. He walks aimlessly up the nearby driveway of an oversized modern house. He is about to turn back when he sees the garage door lock set vertically, in what is usually the open position. He tries it and it opens. He carefully rolls up the door and looks inside. The light from the gibbous moon is more than enough to illuminate a parked car. A white Chevy Malibu no less. A Chevy. Another omen. Not just a coincidence. He tries the connecting door between the garage and house and finds it open. He calls out without response. And then again. Still silence.

Inside the house is all whitewashed walls and bleached wooden floors. He passes through the kitchen and into a living room with empty leather armchairs and sofas.

“Abandoned for the season, are we?” The lack of vocal response confirms the obvious.

“Well not for long.”

The portents are too numerous. His mind works in overdrive and in less than ten minutes his blue Ford rental rests in the large garage alongside the Chevy while he stands at the window of an upstairs bedroom with a clear unfettered view of Posner’s house. He sets his watch alarm for six and falls asleep. That night he doesn’t dream.

CHAPTER 13

Peter Wisdom is about to call Posner to delay their meeting when he finds himself on the receiving end of Posner’s call. At first he thinks Posner might also want a delay, but that’s not the reason for the call. He seems agitated and raises a different issue.

“I am pretty sure someone’s following me. If it’s the police I want you to know your department’s way out of line to try something like that.”

Wisdom barely waits for Posner to finish before he denies it all.

“There is no one from our department following you. Believe me or check with Chief Ferris. There is no interest in following you. All we wanted to do was go over some of your earlier comments about the missing woman. In fact, I was just going to call you to reschedule.”

The last part is, of course, completely true and the denial of interest completely false. He’s used the same line before with potential suspects when he didn’t want to give them a heads-up.

“What makes you think someone’s following you?”

Posner hesitates, and then clears his throat. Just like that, Wisdom’s put him on the defensive.

“There’s this blue car. It’s been following me around for the last few days. I couldn’t see the driver, but I know it’s been following me.”

“When was the last time you saw it?”

“Yesterday morning.”

“Where was this?”

Posner hesitates. Maybe he shouldn’t be bringing this up at all. He’s about to say he isn’t sure, but he knows that sounds too evasive.

“It was on Montauk Highway. I was taking a short drive toward Montauk.”

“Where to?”

“Why is that important?”

“In case someone was following you for a reason. Like they expected you to lead themsomewhere.”

“Oh. I didn’t think of that.”

But of course that is exactly what Posner had thought about when he called Wisdom. And now things were getting messed up. Too much so. He holds the phone away and bites into the air to slow himself down.

“You still there?” asks Wisdom, who wonders why Posner seems to be pulling back.

“Yes. Sorry. I was clearing my throat. Let’s see. I really wasn’t going anywhere special. Just out for a drive. I do that a lot.”

“So where did you first notice the car?”