The Big Bad Wolf

I HAD TO GET OUT of there and put my mind somewhere else for a while. I returned to the Hoover Building, and no one seemed to have missed me. I couldn't help thinking that some of these agents squirreled away in the home office had no idea how crimes were solved in the real world. They almost seemed to believe that you fed data into computers and eventually they spit out a criminal. It happens on the street! Get out of this windowless "crisis" room with all the bad air. Work the sidewalks! I wanted to shout. But I didn't say a word. I sat at a computer and read the latest on the Russian mob. I didn't see any promising connections. Plus, I couldn't really concentrate after my meeting with Christine's lawyers. Just past seven, I packed up my things and left the Hoover Building. Nobody seemed to notice me leave. And then I wondered - Is that such a bad thing? When I got home, Nana was waiting at the front door. I was just walking up the steps when she opened the door and came outside. "You watch Little Alex, Damon. We'll be back in a while," she called through the screen door. Nana limped down the front stairs and I followed her. "Where are we going?" I asked. "We're going for a drive," she said. "You and I have some things to talk about." Oh, shit. I got back in the old Porsche and started it up. Nana flopped down in the passenger seat. "Drive," she said. "Yes, Miss Daisy." "Don't give me any of your lip, either, or your sorry attempts at wit." "Yes, ma'am." "That's a good example of your lip." "I know it is, ma'am." I decided to head out west, toward the Shenandoah Mountains, a pretty ride and one of Nana's favorites. For the first part of the drive, we were both fairly quiet, unusual for the two of us. "What happened at the lawyer's?" Nana finally asked as I turned onto Route 66. I gave her the long version, probably because I needed to vent. She listened very quietly, then she did something unusual for her. Nana actually cursed. "The hell with Christine Johnson. She's wrong about this!" "I can't completely blame Christine," I said. As much as I didn't want to, I could see her side of things. "Well, I do. She left that sweet little baby and went to Seattle. She didn't have to go that far away. Her decision. Now she has to live with it." I glanced over at Nana. Her face was screwed tight. "I don't know if that would be considered an enlightened point of view these days." Nana waved away what I'd said. "I don't think these days are all that enlightened. You know I believe in women's rights, mothers' rights, all of that, but I also believe you have to be held responsible for your actions. Christine walked away from that little boy. She walked away from her responsibility." "You through?" I asked. Nana had her arms folded tightly across her chest. "I am. And it felt good, real good. You ought to try it sometime. Vent, Alex. Lose control. Let it out." I finally had to laugh. "I had the radio blasting all the way home from work, and I was yelling half the time. I'm more upset than you are, Nana." For once - and I don't ever remember this happening before - she actually let me have the last word.