The Lighthouse

“Run down in the road not far from my place. An hour ago.”

“Chasing cars again?”

“No. Wasn’t any accident.”

Adam said, “It wasn’t? What was it?”

“Murder, that’s what it was. Son of a bitch ran him down deliberate.”

Hod said, “Jesus, who did?”

“That bastard from California, the one out at the lighthouse. Ryerson.”

“How do you know? You see it happen?”

“Enough of it. I was just coming out of the house, getting ready to come over here.” Mitch slammed his hands against his thighs in a hard, steady rhythm. “Red screamed,” he said. “When Ryerson hit him.. he screamed. You ever hear a dog scream?”

“No,” Hod said. His throat felt tight.

“Just like a woman. Knocked him into them bushes alongside the road, screaming all the way. Big car like that… he never had a chance.”

“That new Ford wagon?”

“That’s the one,” Mitch said. “No other like that around here. It was Ryerson, all right.”

“He didn’t stop?” Adam asked.

“Didn’t even slow down. I told you, he done it on purpose. Saw Red out running the way he liked to do, swerved over, and picked him off like a jackrabbit. Poor old dog was dead when I got to him, head all bashed in. Poor old dog. He never hurt nobody in his whole life.”

Hod said, “But why? Why would Ryerson do a thing like that?”

“Red nipping at him last week; words we had over it. He seen in his headlights it was the same dog and let him have it.”

“That’s no damn reason… ”

“Not for you and me, it sin’t.”

Mitch hadn’t been trying to keep his voice down; everybody else in the Sea Breeze had heard him too. Seth Bonner got off his stool and came over halfway and said, “Plain dirt meanness, that’s what it was. Looked at me once like he wanted to kill me, too. Crazy California queer. We don’t want his kind around here!”

He was getting himself worked up, but Mitch wasn’t paying any attention to him. Nobody was except Barney Nevers. Barney said, “Pipe down, Seth, will you?”

“Don’t have to do what you tell me,” Bonner said.

“You want me to ring up Emma?”

Old Seth said, “Wouldn’t do that,” but he went back to his stool and sat down.

Adam said, “What’d you do, Mitch? Go after him?”

“No. Too late for that.”

“What, then?”

“Took Red up to the house and called the sheriff.”

“What’d he say?” Hod asked.

“Said there wasn’t much he could do. Said I didn’t see the whole thing, said it was dark and easy to make a mistake about intent. Said Ryerson could claim he didn’t know he hit Red and that was why he didn’t stop, and you couldn’t prove otherwise.” Mitch whacked his thighs again and his next words came out bitter. “Said it just ain’t much of a crime to hit-and-run a dog.”

“You could swear out a complaint anyway,” Barney Nevers said from behind the plank. “Malicious mischief or something.”

“Sheriff said that too.”

“You going to do it?” Hod asked.

“No. No damn point in it. Law ain’t worth a shit when it comes to this kind of thing.” Mitch sat heavily against one corner of the pool table. “Hod,” he said, “get me a drink, will you? Double shot of sour mash.”

“Sure. Sure thing, Mitch.”

Hod went to the bar, paid Barney Nevers for a double Jack Daniel’s-cost him his last dollar but the hell with that-and brought it back. Mitch drank it off neat. Then he made the shot glass disappear inside his big fist; squeezed on it, real tight, like he was trying to break it. His face had a funny dark look, a look Hod had never seen before.

“That son of a bitch,” Mitch said. His voice was funny and dark like this face. “He ain’t going to get away with murdering Red.”

Adam was cradling his cue stick again, rifle-like. He asked, “What’re you gonna do, Mitch?”

“I don’t know yet,” Mitch said. “But I’ll do something, you mark me plain on that. Ryerson just ain’t going to get away with it.”

Alix

Lang’s Gallery and Gifts housed one of the worst collections of pseudo-art Alix had ever seen.

The space itself was pleasant: a large rectangular room with white walls and polished wood floors. Natural light poured in through a huge central skylight. But the cool simplicity of the place was spoiled by the objects offered for sale.