of stars you see when you look up into the sky at night.
My phone buzzed while it was still in my hand. It pulled me out of the reverie and I opened it, expecting it to be Tim Marcia calling back and saying that three-year thing had just been a gag. But it was Graciela calling.
“I can see lights on in the boat,” she said. “Are you still there?”
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“Why so late, Harry? You missed the last ferry.”
“I wasn’t going to go back tonight. I was going to stay over and finish up here. Maybe head back tomorrow. I might want to come up and talk to you, too.”
“That’s fine. I’m not working tomorrow. I’ll be here packing.”
“Packing?”
“We’re going to move back to the mainland. We’ll live in Northridge. I got my old job back in the ER at Holy Cross.”
“Is Raymond one of the reasons you’re moving back?”
“Raymond? What do you mean?”
“I was wondering if there were any troubles with the boy. I heard he didn’t like living on the island.”
“Raymond doesn’t have a lot of friends. He doesn’t fit in so well. But the move is not just because of Raymond. I want to go back. I wanted to before Terry was gone. I told you that.”
“Yes, I know.”
She changed the subject.
“Is there anything you need? Did you get something to eat?”
“I found some stuff in the boat’s kitchen. I’m fine.”
She groaned in disgust.
“That all must be old. Check the expiration dates before you eat anything else.”
“I will.”
She hesitated and then asked the question she had called to ask.
“Have you found anything yet?”
“Well, I’ve found some things I am curious about. But nothing that particularly stands out yet.”
I thought about the man in the Dodgers cap. He certainly stood out for me but I didn’t want to bring him up yet with Graciela. I wanted to know more before talking to her about him.
“Okay,” she said. “But keep me informed about things, okay?”
“That’s the deal.”
“Okay, Harry, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Are you staying in a hotel or on the boat?”
“The boat, I think. If that’s all right with you.”
“It’s fine with me. Do what you want to.”
“Okay. Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, what?”
“You were talking about packing and I’m just curious about something. How often do you go over to the mainland? You know, to go to the mall or restaurants or see family.”
“Usually about once a month. Unless something specific comes up and I need to go.”
“You take the kids?”
“Usually. I want them to be used to it. You grow up on an island where they have golf carts instead of cars and everybody knows everybody . . . it can be strange to suddenly move to the mainland. I’m trying to get them ready for it.”
“I guess that’s smart. What mall is closest to the ferry docks?”
“I don’t know what one is closest, but I always go up to the Promenade on Pico. I just shoot up the four-oh-five from the harbor. I know there are closer malls — Fox Hills, for example — but I like the Promenade. I like the stores there and it’s easy. Sometimes I meet friends from the Valley and it is a good halfway point for all of us.”
And easy to be followed to, I thought but didn’t say.
“Good,” I said, not sure what I was saying was good. “One other thing. I’m running out of light here. The batteries, I guess. Is there a switch or something I should hit to recharge or how do you do that?”
“You didn’t ask Buddy?”
“No, I didn’t know I was going to run out of light when I was with Buddy.”
“Oh, Harry, I’m not sure. There’s a generator that has to run. I’m not sure even where it is.”
“Okay, well, don’t worry about it. I can call Buddy. I’ll let you go, Graciela. I ought to get back to work while I still have some light.”
I hung up and wrote the name of the mall down in my notebook, then left the room and went around the boat turning off all the lights but the one
My phone buzzed while it was still in my hand. It pulled me out of the reverie and I opened it, expecting it to be Tim Marcia calling back and saying that three-year thing had just been a gag. But it was Graciela calling.
“I can see lights on in the boat,” she said. “Are you still there?”
“Yeah, I’m here.”
“Why so late, Harry? You missed the last ferry.”
“I wasn’t going to go back tonight. I was going to stay over and finish up here. Maybe head back tomorrow. I might want to come up and talk to you, too.”
“That’s fine. I’m not working tomorrow. I’ll be here packing.”
“Packing?”
“We’re going to move back to the mainland. We’ll live in Northridge. I got my old job back in the ER at Holy Cross.”
“Is Raymond one of the reasons you’re moving back?”
“Raymond? What do you mean?”
“I was wondering if there were any troubles with the boy. I heard he didn’t like living on the island.”
“Raymond doesn’t have a lot of friends. He doesn’t fit in so well. But the move is not just because of Raymond. I want to go back. I wanted to before Terry was gone. I told you that.”
“Yes, I know.”
She changed the subject.
“Is there anything you need? Did you get something to eat?”
“I found some stuff in the boat’s kitchen. I’m fine.”
She groaned in disgust.
“That all must be old. Check the expiration dates before you eat anything else.”
“I will.”
She hesitated and then asked the question she had called to ask.
“Have you found anything yet?”
“Well, I’ve found some things I am curious about. But nothing that particularly stands out yet.”
I thought about the man in the Dodgers cap. He certainly stood out for me but I didn’t want to bring him up yet with Graciela. I wanted to know more before talking to her about him.
“Okay,” she said. “But keep me informed about things, okay?”
“That’s the deal.”
“Okay, Harry, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Are you staying in a hotel or on the boat?”
“The boat, I think. If that’s all right with you.”
“It’s fine with me. Do what you want to.”
“Okay. Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, what?”
“You were talking about packing and I’m just curious about something. How often do you go over to the mainland? You know, to go to the mall or restaurants or see family.”
“Usually about once a month. Unless something specific comes up and I need to go.”
“You take the kids?”
“Usually. I want them to be used to it. You grow up on an island where they have golf carts instead of cars and everybody knows everybody . . . it can be strange to suddenly move to the mainland. I’m trying to get them ready for it.”
“I guess that’s smart. What mall is closest to the ferry docks?”
“I don’t know what one is closest, but I always go up to the Promenade on Pico. I just shoot up the four-oh-five from the harbor. I know there are closer malls — Fox Hills, for example — but I like the Promenade. I like the stores there and it’s easy. Sometimes I meet friends from the Valley and it is a good halfway point for all of us.”
And easy to be followed to, I thought but didn’t say.
“Good,” I said, not sure what I was saying was good. “One other thing. I’m running out of light here. The batteries, I guess. Is there a switch or something I should hit to recharge or how do you do that?”
“You didn’t ask Buddy?”
“No, I didn’t know I was going to run out of light when I was with Buddy.”
“Oh, Harry, I’m not sure. There’s a generator that has to run. I’m not sure even where it is.”
“Okay, well, don’t worry about it. I can call Buddy. I’ll let you go, Graciela. I ought to get back to work while I still have some light.”
I hung up and wrote the name of the mall down in my notebook, then left the room and went around the boat turning off all the lights but the one
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