town for their convention.â
âSomething like that. And thereâs another thing.â
âWhat?â
âFor the past couple of days two guys who work for Saberfox have been tailing me. Itâs occurred to me that they may be doing it because I might lead them to someone else whom they canât find. Itâs also occurred to me that that someone might be you.â
The smile fled from his face. âDo you know their names?â
âWall and Reston. Ring any bells?â
He drank the last of his coffee and held the empty cup in both hands. âYou sure theyâre not cops?â
âLike I said, they work for Saberfox. This is the second or third time youâve been worried about the cops. If youâre worried about the cops, maybe Maria Donawa is right to be worried about you.â He said nothing, but only looked thoughtful and sad. I pushed on. âWhatâs your concern with the police? Are the cops the reason you live in this cave?â
He nodded. âYes.â Then he seemed to come to some agreement with himself. He looked at me. âForty years ago I killed a man.â
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There are killings and there are killings, and theyâre not all the same. I should know.
âDo you want to tell me about it?â I asked.
âYou donât look shocked.â
âNo.â
âAnother coffee?â
âSure.â
When he came back from the kitchen, he began:
âIt was a long time ago. There was a woman. The man and I were full of piss and vinegar. All of us were young. The man and I fought what some thought was a fair fight, though I knew it wasnât. Afterward the woman held his body, not me, in her arms. I ran before the police got there. I became John Reilley.â
When I said nothing, he went on. He seemed glad to talk.
âI had good hands, so I became a carpenter. It was a kind of work far removed from what Iâd done before the killing, and I chose it in part so people who knew me before would probably never meet me. I grew this mustache. Not too big and not too small. Just enough to change my face a little. Iâve been careful to be friendly but not too friendly, and I always live alone. I want people to like me in a casual way, but not get so close that theyâll pry into my background.
âI never stayed anywhere for long until I came here, but even here I didnât want to be too much in the public eye. I had too little money to buy a house, and I didnât want anyone, bank or credit company, for instance, checking into John Reilleyâs past.
âBut I took to the Vineyard. Itâs beautiful and itâs got a population that makes it easy to get lost: a few thousand people in the winter, a hundred thousand during the summer. People coming and going all the time. Thereâs a lot of the kind of work I do and the moneyâs good and people donât ask too many questions as long as you do your job. Everything is in flux, like it is out in northern California, where people are all from somewhere else and probably wonât be doing what theyâre doing now for very long.â
âIâve never been to northern California.â
âPretty country. Lots of energy in the air. I was there before I came here, and I came here because it was as far from there as I could get and was a place Iâd never been. I liked the island, so I rented that apartment and stayed in it long enough to get John Reilley a post office box and to start building this place. Iâve been here ever since, and somewhere along the line I realized I was tired of moving. Then I met Dodie and was even surer of that. Iâm sixty years old, and for forty years Iâve been on the run. The only women Iâve known have been the touch-and-go kind. I want to settle down, but I guess that may not happen now that youâre here. Iâll be moving on if the police donât nail me first.â
His face had a
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