today, right?â
âRight.â
âThen how is it possible that as soon as he mentioned that book . . . ?â
I paused, unable to remember the title in question.
â Watchers, â she supplied.
âRight. Watchers. How come you knew immediately which scene he was talking about?â
âItâs the most important scene in the book,â Mel answered. âThe pivotal scene. The whole time youâre reading the story, youâre enchanted by this incredibly brainy golden retriever named Einstein, but youâre also aware of this terrible force out chasing down victims, hoping to destroy everything good, including the dog. Without ever seeing the monster, you end up hating him, hoping the good guys will get rid of it before it destroys them. And then, in that one scene, you see how lonely and lost and isolated the poor monster must be. In spite of yourself, you find yourself feeling sorry for him as well.â
âYou end up empathizing with the monster?â
âExactly,â Mel said.
I thought about Josh Deeson, coming to the governorâs mansion with only a grocery sack of possessions. And in that flimsy bag, along with whatever clothing he had carried, he had brought with him his motherâs worn Bible. Somehow it had been meaningful enough for him to keep. Was it just a memento, the only thing he had to remember his mother by? Or had it been more than that? Had he hoped that inside that Bible his mother might have found her salvation and his? If so, it was also a symbol of dashed hopes and dreams.
âSort of like how, by the time Gerry Willis finished telling us Joshâs story this afternoon, we ended up feeling sorry for the poor kid.â
âYes,â Mel agreed. âJust like.â
âCrap,â I said, and meant it.
Chapter 8
R oss Alan Connors may have gone on a two-and-a-half-year-long bender after his wife committed suicide in their backyard, but that doesnât mean heâs stupid. Drunks can be smart about a lot of things, even when theyâre terminally dim about booze.
Once Francine was dead, Ross no longer took any pleasure in his palatial brick home with its slate roof and oddball turret. Yes, he still had a view of Capitol Lake, but he couldnât bring himself to face being in the yard. So he did two things. First he redesigned the yard and put in an in-ground pool and spa. Then he sold the place for top dollar just before the real estate bubble burst. And when that happened, he was ready, too. With prices suddenly lowered, he went shopping in a newly completed condo high-rise, purchased two two-bedroom units high up in the building for almost pennies on the dollar and converted them into a single enormous unit with three bedrooms and an office.
This was, as Ross had confided to me, his âtoes-upâ house. He planned to stay there, with someone else doing the yard work and maintenance, until he was ready to be hauled out, toes up, on a stretcher. His unit came with a visitor-parking place. It was five to eight when Mel tucked her Cayman into that and we headed upstairs. He hadnât specifically asked us to bring the evidence boxes in with us, but we did anyway, just in case.
Upstairs, the door was opened by Rossâs longtime live-in retainer, Iris OâMalley. As far as I knew, Iris had worked for the Connors family for a very long time. It appeared to me that Iris was your basic toes-up employee as well. She would stay on until Ross croaked out or else until she did, depending on who gave up the ghost first.
Apparently Iris OâMalley carries a lot more weight in the Connors household than simply serving as chief cook and bottle washer. She was the one who called me and alerted me to the fact that Ross had been in bed drunk for the better part of three days. Iâm not sure how she knew I was in AA, but she did. She ran up the flag, and I came straight to Olympia to see what, if anything, could
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