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Chapter 7

I always have trouble finding my cell phone when it rings in the car and I’m driving. I’ve usually tossed it on the passenger’s seat because I can’t hear it in my pocket over the sound of the engine. Then it gets lost among the other trash on the seat. Old fast food bags, scribbled notes and directions on bar napkins from months before, gas receipts, my GPS, and the like. By the time I find the cell phone, the caller has given up.

This time I found it only because I had just used it to call Vitole. Amanda was calling.

“What’s up, sis?”

She was crying.

“Stanley, I don’t know what to do.”

That was her usual complaint when she couldn’t figure something out. “About what?” I asked.

“About Jeremy.”

“Who’s that?”

“The Army Captain I’ve been going out with.”

“Oh, yeah. Captain Jeremy. Didn’t you dump him?”

“I tried. He won’t accept it. He keeps calling, and today he hung around my office all morning. I’m afraid I’ll lose my job. The last thing he said was that he’d come to my house this evening.”

“Did you tell him you’d call his wife?”

“He said he didn’t care. She’s going to leave him anyway.”

“Did you say you’d report him to his Commanding Officer?”

“He doesn’t care about that either. He has his twenty years in and is about to retire.”

Twenty in and still a Captain. This guy must be a real piece of work.

“What do I do?” she asked.

“Well, given that he’s about to split up with his wife, might you still want to see him?”

“No, Stanley. I saw his ugly side today. He didn’t take it too well when I told him I had a private investigator looking into him and found out he was married. He scared me.”

“Did he touch you?”

“He followed me down the hall, cornered me outside the ladies room, yelled at me, and pushed me so hard I sat on the floor.”

That got my slow burn going. It takes a lot, but messing with my family is one of the ways.

“When do you expect him?” I asked.

“Tonight some time after supper.”

“Okay. To start, let’s post Rodney there wearing his taco shirt. I’ll explain to him. If that doesn’t discourage the Captain, I’ll take over. Don’t worry. I’ll be parked around the corner from your

place. What’s he look like?”

“Sandy hair. Fortyish. Crew cut. Glasses. Average size. Kind of cute.”

Younger than me and probably in better shape. Hell, my grandmother’s in better shape, and she’s been dead for ten years. I’d need an edge, an equalizer. Time to get old Roscoe out of the safe.

Yeah, that’s right, I named my .38 Roscoe. They don’t pay me for my imagination.

I drove to my office building and climbed the stairs. It was late afternoon. I stopped at Willa’s desk, tossed Buford’s envelope there, and went into my office. She gave out with a war whoop when she opened the package.

Rodney was already back from the Cheap Peeper Emporium. He was at my desk again.

“When you gonna get me my own desk,” he asked.

“Where would we put it? In the men’s room?”

“In here. There’s room.”

“No, there’s not.”

I turned on the Nikon and paged through the images to the ones with Vitole and Marsha Sproles.

“Download these pictures to your laptop and e-mail them to Buford Overbee.”

He got out a cable to connect the camera to the laptop.

“Did you find out anything about the Sproles family?” I asked.

“Not much. They moved into the neighborhood a couple years ago. I couldn’t find where they came from.”

“One other thing unrelated. See if you can hack into the Army computers and find out what you can about Captain Pugh. Do it in the outer office. I need some privacy.”

He took the camera, cable, and laptop and left.

“Close the door,” I said.

I got my pistol out of the safe and checked the cylinder. Six cartridges. I don’t know why I checked. I’d loaded it when I first got it several years ago and had never fired it. But old habits and all that.

I took my private detective’s gold shield from my wallet and pinned it to the holster. From a distance it looked just like a Delbert Falls detective’s shield, which was why I had ordered this particular model from the Internet badge and uniform store. Thirty bucks and authentic-looking. But its golden shine notwithstanding, it signified nothing more than to impress gullible clients and people you want to question. Flash it, and people open up. For all the clout it gave me, I could have gotten it from a Cracker Jack box. And saved the thirty bucks.

I clipped the holster to my belt in front just under my jacket. Then I called Rodney back in.

“The Captain is coming to your mom’s house tonight,” I said. “I want you there. When he comes to the door, speed dial my cell and leave your phone on the table next to the door. I want to hear everything that goes down.”

“What happens if he gets rough, Uncle Stanley?”

“I won’t be far away. Be as nasal, whiny, and obnoxious as you can be. In other words, be yourself. If he does get rough, make sure I hear it.”

Rodney nodded.

“Keep in mind you’re protecting your mother,” I said.

“Yep.”

I didn’t tell Rodney that the Captain had knocked Amanda down. I wasn’t sure what he would do. Might get himself hurt. So might I. But I was going to do something. Not sure what, but something.

“What did you learn about the Captain?” I asked.

“Mentally unstable. A history of paranoia and obsessive-compulsive disorder. Manic depressive, too. A real mess. He’s on the verge of being discharged on a section eight, whatever that is.”

“That’s when they boot you out of the service because you’re nuts,” I said. “Get over to the house and get ready. Your mom is expecting you. This ought to be interesting.”

I said earlier that I am not tough. That’s true. But I am a good bluffer and an even better actor. My young years as an undercover cop had taught me that. I had been a good undercover cop. The bad guys never suspected I was a cop. I didn’t look like one. I could blend in as the guy who did whatever he was told.

But when the situation called for it, I could act tough. Especially with backup.

Tonight I’d get a chance to revisit those old skills. I started to get together what I’d need.