to make money, just to help the community. As far as I know, theyâre accurate.â
âHow come here, she seemed to make more money?â Paul asked.
Hernandes looked at the entries that Paul was pointing at and shrugged again. âI donât know,â he said. âBut I see that she was getting paid by Mr. McNamara and someone else. It was Christmastime. Maybe she wasnât working for him but he gave her a gift. I really donât know.â
âChristmas?â Kevin perked up.
âYou know something?â I asked.
âThatâs when Christyâs mom was in the hospital,â Kevin said.
I decided that Paul and I had already moved beyond our authorization by questioning Hernandes, so it didnât particularly bother me to have him go next door and copy the pages at the drugstore. I reimbursed him for the four dollars and ten cents he was charged and took the copies with me.
âCoffee is good for the soul, officer,â Hernandes said when the woman brought it over.
I didnât like the coffee, but I thanked Mr. Hernandes anyway.
âThat wasnât coffee,â Paul said when we had got back into our vehicle. âThat was coffee-flavored mud.â
âItâs called espresso,â I said. âI love the flavor, but my stomach canât take it.â
âSo what are we going to do now?â Kevin asked.
Paul looked at his watch. âIâm off in thirty minutes,â he said. âI promised the old lady Iâd take her out to dinner tonight.â
âWhere you taking her?â I asked.
âThe Italian restaurant on Fairmount.â
âYou messed up that bad?â I asked. âThat place costs a fortune.â
âWhat can I tell you?â Paul said.
We drove to Paulâs house and let him out. Then I started toward Kevinâs place. On the way I told him what Pellingrino had told me. I tried to explain it as casually as I could because I didnât want him to panic. It must have been too casual, because he didnât seem bothered at all.
âKevin, do you remember why Mrs. McNamara was in the hospital?â
âNo, sir.â
âChristy never told you?â
âNo, sir.â
âIf you called Christy now, would she tell you?â
âI donât think so.â
âYouâre lying.â
âYou canât call me a liar,â he said. There was anger in his voice.
âI can drive you down to the juvenile facility,â I said. âCharge you with something stupid, like obstruction of justice.â
Silence.
âIs that what happens to you on the soccer field, too?â I asked. âYou start off playing a team game and then youâre the lone eagle, figuring out ways you can win all by yourself?â
âI donât mean to do that,â he said. âItâs just that . . . can you stop the car for a minute?â
I eased the car over to the right lane and then to a stop outside a drugstore. Three characters leaning against the wall looked at the car; then one of them put the brown paper bag they had been passing around into a pocket and they all took off slowly down the street.
âThey must know youâre a cop,â Kevin said.
âThey think everybody is a cop,â I said. âWhat did you have to say?â
âI know youâre on my side,â Kevin said. âJust the fact that the judge called you was good. Even your partner seems like a nice guy. I just wish I could do more to straighten things out.â
âDo what you can do, Kevin,â I said. âThatâs what we expect from decent young men. We donât expect miracles, just that people contribute what they can to make this a better planet to live on.â
âChristy doesnât tell me all that much,â Kevin said. âIn a way I donât want to know it, and in another way, itâs easier between us for me not to know everything about her
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