Milt.â
âI will.â I told him Iâd be back in touch if I thought of something he might know and asked him to call me if he remembered anything that had slipped his mind.
âIâll do that,â he said, putting out a beefy hand. âRoland saved my life and I owe him. Besides, heâs a friend.â
I got back into the truck, wondering if I had learned anything new. If, perhaps, someone from long ago in the Monkâs past was now reemerging to take revenge for a slight or crime forgotten by everyone else. I thought of the folklore that said Italians preferred their vengeance cold, and of the cask of amontillado.
At home I prepared a cream of fridge soup for supper, which is a meal that is always good but never quite the same, depending as it does on what you have in the way of leftovers in your refrigerator. I put the soup in the freezer to chill and had a Sam Adams while the cats and I socialized, agreeing that the place was empty without Zee and the children. When the soup was cold, I ate two bowls of it, each sprinkled with a few Herbes de Provence. Delish! Then I drove to West Tisbury, parked, and walked down the ancient way to the Monkâs house.
He was seated on a mat on the western side of his house, taking in the rays of the setting sun. Mr. Mephistopheles was lying beside him, looking very comfortable and wise the way cats do.
I sat on my heels and told him most of what Iâd done that day, who Iâd seen, and what theyâd said. When I was done, he smiled that gentle, amused smile of his and said, âI can think of no one Iâve offended at work. But ask Milt, if you wish; maybe he knows something I donât know.â
âYou havenât exactly made a friend of Melissa Carson.â
The smile became broader and gentler. âSo you found out about Melissa. Sheâs charming, but I donât think sheâs interested in my kind of life. I really have nothing to offer a wife.â He waved a hand at his house. âWhat woman would choose this house when she could choose another?â
âA nun?â
He smiled. âMelissa is hardly a nun!â
âTrue. Sheâs had a couple of husbands already and sheâs sporting a diamond from a guy named Alfred Cabot, but she isnât sure she wants to marry him, either. She seems to like you, though.â
He shook his head, and I heard tension in his voice. âI want that to be true. Your ring says youâre married. When I think of Melissa, I think of marriage. But she keeps me at an emotional distance and I think sheâll shortly give me up and go after better game.â
I thought he might be wrong about that, but only said, âI havenât decided whether or not to park myself out yonder again tonight. I doubt if those guys will be back so soon, after what happened last night. I think theyâll want to talk to their boss and decide whether they even want to keep on hassling you. If one of the people I talked to today is the boss, they know I have those photos because I told everyone that I did. In any case, what happened last night should cause them pause for a day or two at least. Maybe for good, especially if the experts can clear away the camouflage from that one guyâs face.â
âThat makes sense to me,â said Nunes. âI think we can both get a nightâs sleep, and Iâll keep Mr. Mephistopheles inside. We can talk again tomorrow if you wish, but I believe itâs all over.â
âI hope so.â
I walked back to the Land Cruiser and drove home. Later that night, when I put out a hand and Zee wasnât beside me, I recalled the old agnostic saying that sleeping alone in a double bed is evidence that there is no God.
The next morning as I was weeding in the garden I heard the telephone ringing and for once actually got to it before it stopped. It was Carole Cohen.
âDid you hear?â she asked, her voice sharp and
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