North of Nowhere (16 page)

“This wasn’t about the money, Alex. Not for me.”

“What are you talking about?”

He took a long breath and looked me in the eye. “Sean was in trouble. He had this debt, you see. These men he owed the money to, down in Cleveland…They owned him, Alex. I wanted to help him out. Is that so hard to believe? I wanted to help out my son.”

“So you told him to come rob the house,” I said. “At gunpoint. While we were all there.”

“No, that was sort of his idea. I just told him, I said, I know this guy with some money in his safe. A real son of a bitch who I happen to hate—somebody who could use a good sticking up anyway. Hell, maybe it would even make him move back to Bay Harbor, forget about building up here.”

“So he tells you to make sure we’re all there when it happens.”

“Yeah, he said it would go down better that way. If Vargas was alone, he’d think it was one of us behind it. With all of us there, it looks more like a random hit.”

“Because who, after all, would be so dumb or crazy to do it
while we’re in the house
…”

“Yeah, something like that.”

I sat there and thought about it. It didn’t get any more believable.

“There were no bullets in those guns,” he said. “Did you know that? At least, there weren’t supposed to be. Although, hell, I bet Blondie’s gun was loaded.”

“That’s even more stupid,” I said. “What if Vargas was armed? He could have drawn on your son.”

“I guess that was another part of me being there, to make sure everything went down the right way.”

“All right, now this business about giving Gill and Jackie that stuff…”

“That was part of the deal.”

“What deal?”

“With my son. I told him, you take this money and get yourself out of your situation, but you gotta do one thing for me. You gotta take this stuff and give it to my friends.”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

“You saw those things up there, Alex. He shouldn’t have them. They don’t belong to him.”

“So you told your son to take them.”

“Yes.”

“And give them to Gill and Jackie. Like Robin Hood.”

“Yeah, sort of.”

“Gill told me those artifacts are worthless. Did you know that?”

“No, I didn’t. Hell, what can I say? They looked like they were important—you know, with all those Indian markings on them…”

“And that stupid cup, just because it had the Royal Navy flag on it…”

“That cup meant something to Jackie,” he said. “That much I know. You should know it, too.”

I threw my hands up.

“His father, Alex. You know about his father.”

“No, I don’t.”

“He never told you the story?”

“No.”

“I can’t believe it.”

“Tell me.”

“Okay,” he said. He took a breath and settled into the story. “Jackie’s father was named Elias Connery. Eli for short. He came over here around 1939, just before the war. He was a deckhand on an ore freighter. You know how when the ships go through the locks, sometimes they’ll sit in Whitefish Bay for a while, waiting for the weather to clear? Back then, there used to be all these little boats that would come out to the freighters, and take the men to shore to go to the bars. The Coast Guard would be running all over the place, trying to round them up and send them back. Anyway, young Eli, he came ashore with a bunch of other guys and ended up right here at O’Dell’s. This is where he met Jackie’s mother. She was a barmaid here. In fact, this is where Jackie was conceived, right down the street at her house.”

“I thought he was born in Glasgow.”

“He was. Eli’s mother found the letter she wrote him, and made her come over. I guess she figured it was still safe, as long as she came over on an American ship, on account of them not being in the war yet. Eli had already enlisted in the Royal Navy by then. He was serving on a corvette, based out of Scapa Flow.”

“That was the emblem on the cup.”

“Yeah, that’s why I knew he’d want it. Especially with Eli going down right here in the lake.”

“What do you mean?”

“Alex, hasn’t Jackie told you
anything
about this?”

“No, Bennett. He hasn’t.”

“They all moved back here to Michigan when Jackie was twelve years old. There were a lot of jobs here after the war, especially for experienced seamen. A lot of men from Scotland came over to be skippers on tugboats. That’s what Eli did. He was a real character, Alex. He used to spend a lot of time here at the bar. I remember him saying that the lake was more dangerous than any ocean. It was just as deep in some parts, and other parts were shallow, with jagged rocks waiting to tear you apart. Anyway, that’s when I met Jackie. We got in a fight the first week he was here. After that, we were buddies. Fifty years now. He was the best man at my wedding, did you know that?”

“Yeah, that much I knew.”

“He was in love with my Margaret. Did he tell you that, too?”

“He might have hinted at it. But tell me about his father. You said he went down in the lake.”

“Yeah, in 1965. Last they heard from him, he had his boat out by the Devil’s Chair. They never found it, Alex. Not a trace.”

“Wait a minute,” I said. “You’re not telling me you think that cup belonged to Jackie’s father.”

“I told you, there were a lot of Scottish men on the lake back then. It could have been anybody’s. Hell, maybe it
was
his. I don’t know. It doesn’t matter, Alex. Either way, I wanted Jackie to have it.”

“Did you ever think to
ask
Vargas for it?”

“I mentioned it once. He didn’t even say a word. He just gave me that little look with the eyebrow and his big fat bald head. He didn’t even bother to open his mouth and say ‘No.’ All the more reason to take it from him.”

“Yeah, he really had it coming.”

“That’s right, he did. Running his mouth off all the time, about what a big shot he is, how’s he’s gonna build these big houses all over the place. And all the money he’s got hidden away in that safe of his. Which he didn’t even have, turns out. Fuck him, Alex. That’s what I say. He deserved everything that happened.”

“And Jackie and Gill, they deserved to be arrested. And this old friend of your son’s, he deserved to get killed.”

“I told you, that wasn’t supposed to happen. Hell, this whole thing went wrong, from beginning to end. I told you, Sean even gave up his whole share of the money, trying to make this Blondie guy happy. He got nothing out of this, Alex. He got completely screwed here.”

“I can’t listen to any more of this,” I said, standing up. “I’ve gotta get out of here before I throw your stupid ass right in the river.”

“Alex, you gotta help me.”

“I
was
helping you,” I said. “You let me run around like a maniac, trying to prove you were innocent.”

“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know what to do. But now I
really
need you. This guy is gonna be back, Alex. He thinks we’re all in on this. You included. You heard what he said.”

“You go to the police, Bennett. And then I’ll help you.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Then you’re on your own,” I said. “You made your deal with the devil. You can live with it now.”

“I have to kill him, Alex. It’s the only way. When this Blondie comes back, I have to kill him.”

I stood there looking at him in the dim light. A cool evening wind drifted in off the river.

“Just when I think you can’t get any dumber, Bennett…”

“Alex, please. I’m begging you.”

“Good night,” I said. And then I left.

I was already mad when I left Bennett sitting there by the river. The more I thought about it, the madder I got. By the time I got back to Paradise, I was ready to take someone’s head off. I should have known better than to stop in at the Glasgow. I should have just gone home.

That’s not what I did.

“You knew where that cup came from, didn’t you,” I said. I had come right into the place and sat down at the bar.

“Good evening to you, too,” he said. He was having a little late dinner, standing next to the register. “What the hell happened to your face?”

“You weren’t straight with me,” I said. “You let me run all over the place trying to find out who did this to you.”

“Who beat you up, Alex? Did Bennett do this to you?”

“You knew all along. You could have stopped me.”

“I seem to recall trying to do just that,” he said. “It was Bennett, wasn’t it…I know he looks kind of old now, but I’ve seen him finish some fights in his day, believe me.”

“Just knock it off, Jackie. Why didn’t you tell me Bennett did this?”

“Because I knew you’d go off the deep end, Alex. Just like always.”

“And how come I’ve got to find out your whole family history from him, anyway? I thought we were friends.”

“All you gotta do is ask me, Alex. When’s the last time you actually asked me a question about myself?”

“Fifteen years, you never thought to mention that your father went down right out there in the lake?”

He put his sandwich down on the plate, then took the plate back into the kitchen. When he came back out, he took a cold Canadian out of the cooler and put it in front of me. “You’ve been living in your own little world for a long time,” he said. “You’ll go weeks at a time, never even stepping foot in this place. Then suddenly you’ll drop in again and spend the whole day here. If you ever stopped for five minutes and said, ‘Hey, what did your father do for a living?’ Or even, ‘When did your father die?’ Anything like that, I would have told you the whole story. But no. If you say two words to me, it’s to either ask me to make you dinner, or get you a beer, or to tell me about your latest problem—which is almost always just a matter of you losing control of yourself again and getting your ass kicked. And now that I’ve got my own problem to worry about, the last person in the world I want helping me is you. Because all you’ll do is go out and stir up more trouble. From the looks of your face, you already have.”

I wasn’t sure what to say to that. It hurt me more than anything Vargas had hit me with that day.

“What did Bennett tell you?” Jackie said. “Did he tell you why he did this?”

“He said his son needed the money.”

“His son Sean.”

“Yes.”

“That’s what I figured. I knew Sean was in some kind of a jam.”

“Do you have any idea what they’ve done to you, Jackie? They pulled you right into the middle of this.”

“You know what, Alex? I think Bennett’s the biggest damned fool in the world. You know what else? I love him for it. He did the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard of, but he did it for the right reason. He was trying to save Sean. And that old tin cup he made them give me. Goddamn it all, who else would do something that crazy?”

“No, it wasn’t crazy at all,” I said. “Think about it. Giving you that cup was just a way to cover himself. He knew you’d fall for it, Jackie. You’ve got that cup so now you’re a part of it. You might even think he was doing it for you, just as much as he was doing it for his son. Good old Bennett. What a guy.”

“You don’t get it,” he said.

“No,
you
don’t get it. And that makes you as big a fool as he is.”

He took the bottle off the bar. “I think you should leave now,” he said.

“I think you’re right.”

I left.

When I got home, I couldn’t sleep, so I sat up reading with a bag of ice pressed against my mouth. I tried not to think about anything except the words on the page. It didn’t work.

I gave up and went outside for awhile, listening to the crickets and to the distant sound of the lake until the mosquitoes found me.

The phone was ringing when I got back inside. I picked it up and heard a woman’s voice. “Alex, this is Cynthia Vargas.”

“Mrs. Vargas? Is everything all right?”

“Oh, just dandy. My husband has been limping around here all night, calling you every name in the book. I think he wants to kill you, Alex. I mean really kill you.”

“Tell him he’ll have to come out to Paradise. I don’t imagine I’ll have any reason to visit your house again.”

“That’s a shame. Life will be pretty dull around here.”

“I’m sure you’ll find some way to keep it interesting.”

“I’m just looking out for you, Alex. You don’t have to be a wise-ass.”

“I’m not trying to be,” I said. “I mean, look, I’ve had a tough day here…”

“I’ll let you go,” she said. “Just thought I’d warn you. If you see him coming, be ready.”

“I will. I appreciate it.”

She said good night to me. If I had wanted to, I could have read some things into her phone call. Or into the sound of her voice even. On this night, I didn’t even want to try. Instead I tried to sleep again, lying there looking up at the ceiling. You live in your head too much, Jackie said. He was right.

When I finally did sleep, it came on hard and didn’t let go of me until late the next morning. The sound of the wind woke me up. Through the window I could see a sky the color of slate, and the pine trees bending and returning and then bending some more. It wasn’t raining yet, but when it came it would be like something out of the Bible. God help anyone who was out on the lake.

I got up and stood in front of the mirror. My face was as ugly as the weather, with bruises all along the left side of my jaw and around both eyes. Any color of the rainbow—you name it, I was wearing it.

I stood under a hot shower for a good thirty minutes, waiting for my neck and my shoulders to loosen up. I had some coffee and some breakfast, and then spent the rest of the day doing nothing. I carried an ice bag around with me, holding it against whatever part of my head or body happened to be hurting.

I had lunch by myself. I read a little bit. I had a beer. I got more ice out of the freezer. Outside the storm passed without raining a drop. Just like that, it was gone. The sun came out. All of a sudden it was a beautiful day. I had no desire to go out and see it.

I read some more. I had dinner by myself, a cheap frozen dinner warmed up in the microwave. I had another beer. The sun went down.

Nobody bothered me. I didn’t have to deal with Bennett O’Dell and the crazy mess he had brought upon himself. I didn’t have to deal with Winston Vargas and his yapping little dog. Or some mobbed-up Canadian thug who actually went around letting people call him Blondie.

Or Jackie. I didn’t have to deal with Jackie telling me to stay out of his business.

I looked at my face in the mirror again. It wasn’t looking any better. “You’re a real sight,” I said. “It’s a good thing you stayed inside all day.”

Then it hit me. This is what Jackie saw last night, when he looked at me. He saw this face. He wanted me to stay out of it. From the beginning, he was pushing me away. Last night, that was him giving me both barrels, just to make sure.

Maybe there was a good reason. Look at me. He was trying to protect me, to keep me out of this because he knew I’d find some way to get my ass kicked. As usual. I didn’t see it, because I was too busy feeling mad about it.

I stepped outside just in time to see a couple of minivans rolling by. It was the men from the last cabin, all dentists and orthodontists from downstate. When the lead driver saw me, he stopped and rolled down his window. “What happened to you?” he said.

“A little misunderstanding,” I said.

“Sorry we’re leaving so late,” he said. “It was such a nice day, we figured we’d stay up here, then drive down overnight. Your helper said it was okay.”

“My helper?”

“Yeah, we left the money with him. I hope that was okay.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “Who are you talking about?”

“The big blond guy. He said he worked for you.”

“When was this?”

“About two hours ago. Did we mess up here, Alex? He seemed legit.”

“No, no, you’re okay,” I said. “You guys go ahead. I’m gonna go check on my helper.”

He didn’t seem convinced, but the minivans took off anyway. I went back into my cabin, rummaged through the bottom of my closet until I found the shoe box. I took the service revolver out and put bullets in it. Then I went back out and walked down the road, as quietly as I could. There was just enough light left to see where I was going.

The last cabin was a half mile down. As I got closer, I kept to the side of the road, the pine trees brushing against me. When I turned the last corner, I stood there for a moment and watched the cabin. Everything was quiet. The last light of the day was all but gone.

You’re a fool, I told myself. Thinking that you could stay inside all day, all by yourself, that it would all go away. It was right here, right inside this cabin.

I crept up to the door, step by step on a soft carpet of pine needles. The door was ajar. I pushed it open, ready to shoot anything that moved.

One small lamp was lit, on the big table in the center of the room. I flipped on the other lights as I moved through the cabin. It was empty, but I could smell the smoke from his cigar.

There on the center table, in the ashtray, a cigar butt. It was still warm to the touch. Underneath it were some pieces of torn paper. I picked up one piece, saw the “100.” They were hundred dollar bills, maybe five or six of them. The men must have paid him in cash. This is what he did to the money.

The rest of the place looked untouched, but this alone was enough to get my blood boiling, just the fact that he was here. This was the last cabin my father had built before he died. These wooden beams he cut, these stones he put together with his bare hands to make this fireplace. This was his masterpiece. More than anything else in the world, this cabin was what I had to remember my father.

Like that pewter mug? What did Jackie have to remember
his
father? The lake itself, and what else? Hell, I didn’t know what to think anymore.

I threw the cigar out, left the torn money sitting there in the ashtray, locked the place up tight and went back to my cabin. It was dark by the time I got there. The stars were out. I fired up the truck and drove down to the Glasgow. When I walked in, I thought I could smell the cigar smoke again. Maybe I was imagining it.

Or maybe not.

“Jonathan,” I said, “was somebody smoking one of those little cigars?”

“Yeah, I hate those things,” he said. “They smell like a candy apple burning or something.”

“What did he look like?”

“Let’s see…Real fair-skinned guy, light colored hair. Almost white.”

“When was he here?”

“Ah, I don’t know. He left a couple of hours ago, I guess. You want to see what he left me for a tip?” Jonathan swept up the small pile next to the register. “Looks like a hundred dollar bill all torn up. Is that weird or what?”

“Where’s Jackie?”

“He’s not here.”

“Where is he?”

“He told me not to tell you.”

“Jonathan,” I said. “He could be in big trouble. If something goes wrong, you gonna be able to live with that?”

He didn’t say anything.

“He’s with Bennett, isn’t he.”

“Yes.”

“Where did they go?”

“He didn’t tell me, Alex. I swear.”

“When did he leave?”

“Around six o’clock, I’d say. Right after Bennett called him.”

“What did Jackie say? Did he tell you why he was going to see him?”

“He said he was gonna go help him with something. That’s all he said.”

It was enough. I hit the road at top speed, hoping I wasn’t too late.