needed new blood too.
âSo he keeps talking, about the shiny new Kasselton, how it will make the neighborhood safe and bring people back and all that. Then he comes up with his big pot sweetener. The developer has new senior-living housing in the heights. And then he has the gall to lean across and give me the sad eyes and say, âYou need to think about Eunice.ââ
âWow,â Adam said.
âI know, right? Then he says I should take this deal because thenext one will be worse and they can throw me out. Can they really do that?â
âThey can,â Adam said.
âWe bought this house in 1970 off my GI Bill. Eunice . . . sheâs fine, but sometimes her mind isnât on the track itâs supposed to be. So she gets real scared in strange places. She starts to cry and shake even, but then she gets home, right? She sees this kitchen, she sees her creepy figurines or that rusty old refrigerator, and sheâs okay again. Do you understand?â
âI do.â
âCan you help us?â
Adam leaned back. âOh yes, I think I can.â
Rinsky studied him for a few moments, his eyes penetrating. Adam shifted in the chair. He could tell what a great cop he must have been. âYou got a funny look on your face, Mr. Price.â
âCall me Adam. What kind of funny look?â
âIâm an old cop, remember?â
âOf course.â
âI pride myself on reading faces.â
âAnd what are you seeing on mine?â Adam asked.
âThat youâre cooking up a badass, killer idea.â
âI may be,â Adam said. âI think I can end this quickly if you have the stomach for it.â
The old man smiled. âDo I look like Iâm afraid of a fight?â
Chapter 12
W hen Adam got home at six P.M. , Corinneâs car wasnât in the driveway.
He didnât know whether that surprised him. Corinne was usually home before him, but she probably wisely figured that there might be a scene if they met up at home before their Janiceâs Bistro dinner, so it would be best to avoid him. He hung up his coat and placed his briefcase in the corner. The boysâ backpacks and sweatshirts were strewn across the floor, as though they were debris from a plane crash.
âHello?â he shouted. âThomas? Ryan?â
No answer. There was a time in this world when that meant something, maybe was even a cause of concern, but with the video games and the headphones and the teenage boysâ constant need toâshowerââwas that a euphemism?âany concern was short-lived. He started up the stairs. Sure enough, the shower was running. Probably Thomas. The door to Ryanâs room was closed. Adam gave it a brief knuckle rap but opened without waiting for a response. If the headphones were loud enough, Ryan might never reply; if he just opened it, he felt as though he was completely invading his sonâs privacy. The knock-and-open somehow felt like a parentally fair way to handle the dilemma.
As expected, Ryan was lying in bed with his headphones on, fiddling with his iPhone. He slipped them off and sat up. âHey.â
âHey.â
âWhatâs for dinner?â Ryan asked.
âGood, thanks. Work was busy, sure, but overall, yeah, Iâd say I had an okay day. How about you?â
Ryan just stared at his father. Ryan often just stared at his father.
âHave you seen your mother?â Adam asked.
âNo.â
âShe and I are going to Janiceâs tonight. You want me to order you two a pizza from Pizzaiola?â
There are few questions more rhetorical than asking your child whether they want you to order them pizza for dinner. Ryan didnât even bother with the yes, heading straight to the âCan we get buffalo chicken topping?â
âYour brother likes pepperoni,â Adam said, âso Iâll go half-and-half.â
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