بخش 05 - فصل 06

6

It’s nearly eleven A.M. when Hodges and Jerome arrive at Birch Hill Mall. There’s plenty of parking, and Jerome pulls his Wrangler into a spot directly in front of Discount Electronix, where all the windows are sporting big SALE signs. A teenage girl is sitting on the curb in front of the store, knees together and feet apart, bent studiously over

an iPad. A cigarette smolders between the fingers of her left hand. It’s only as they approach that Hodges sees there’s gray in the teenager’s hair. His heart sinks. “Holly?” Jerome says, at the same time Hodges says, “What in the hell are you doing here?” “I was pretty sure you’d figure it out,” she says, butting her butt and standing up, “but

I was starting to worry. I was going to call you if you weren’t here by eleven-thirty. I’m taking my Lexapro, Mr. Hodges.” “So you said, and I’m glad to hear it. Now answer my question and tell me what you’re doing here.” Her lips tremble, and although she managed eye contact to begin with, her gaze

now sinks to her loafers. Hodges isn’t surprised he took her for a teenager at first, because in many ways she still is one, her growth stunted by insecurities and by the strain of keeping her balance on the emotional highwire she’s been walking all her life. “Are you mad at me? Please don’t be mad at me.”

“We’re not mad,” Jerome says. “Just surprised.” Shocked is more like it, Hodges thinks. “I spent the morning in my room, browsing the local I-T community, but it’s like we thought, there are hundreds of them. Mom and Uncle Henry went out to talk to people. About Janey, I think. I guess there’ll have to be another

funeral, but I hate to think about what will be in the coffin. It just makes me cry and cry.” And yes, big tears are rolling down her cheeks. Jerome puts an arm around her. She gives him a shy grateful glance. “Sometimes it’s hard for me to think when my mother is around. It’s like she puts

interference in my head. I guess that makes me sound crazy.” “Not to me,” Jerome says. “I feel the same way about my sister. Especially when she plays her damn boy-band CDs.” “When they were gone and the house was quiet, I got an idea. I went back down to

Olivia’s computer and looked at her email.” Jerome slaps his forehead. “Shit! I never even thought of checking her mail.” “Don’t worry, there wasn’t any. She had three accounts– Mac Mail, Gmail, and AOHell–but all three folders were empty. Maybe she deleted them herself, but I don’t think so because–”

“Because her desktop and hard drive were full of stuff,” Jerome says. “That’s right. She has The Bridge on the River Kwai in her iTunes. I’ve never seen that. I might check it out if I get a chance.” Hodges glances toward Discount Electronix. With the sun glaring on the windows it’s impossible to tell if anyone’s

watching them. He feels exposed out here, like a bug on a rock. “Let’s take a little stroll,” he says, and leads them toward Savoy Shoes, Barnes & Noble, and Whitey’s Happy Frogurt Shoppe. Jerome says, “Come on, Holly, give. You’re drivin me crazy here.” That makes her smile, which makes her look older.

More her age. And once they’re away from the big Discount Electronix show windows, Hodges feels better. It’s obvious to him that Jerome is delighted with her, and he feels the same (more or less in spite of himself), but it’s humbling to find he’s been scooped by a Lexaprodependent neurotic.

“He forgot to take off his SPOOK program, so I thought maybe he forgot to empty her junk mail as well, and I was right. She had like four dozen emails from Discount Electronix. Some of them were sales notices–like the one they’re having now, although I bet the only DVDs they have left aren’t much good, they’re probably Korean or something

–and some of them were coupons for twenty percent off. She also had coupons for thirty percent off. The thirty percent coupons were for her next Cyber Patrol out-call.” She shrugs. “And here I am.” Jerome stares at her. “That’s all it took? Just a peek into her junk mail folder?” “Don’t be so surprised,” Hodges says. “All it took to

catch the Son of Sam was a parking ticket.” “I walked around back while I was waiting for you,” Holly says. “Their Web page says there are only three I-Ts in the Cyber Patrol, and there are three of those green Beetles back there. So I guess the guy is working today. Are you going to arrest him, Mr. Hodges?” She’s biting her lips

again. “What if he fights? I don’t want you to get hurt.” Hodges is thinking hard. Three computer techs in the Cyber Patrol: Frobisher, Hartsfield, and Linklatter, the skinny blond woman. He’s almost positive it will turn out to be Frobisher or Hartsfield, and whichever one it is won’t be prepared to see kermitfrog19 walking through the door.

Even if Mr. Mercedes doesn’t run, he won’t be able to hide the initial shock of recognition. “I’m going in. You two are staying here.” “Going in with no backup?” Jerome asks. “Gee, Bill, I don’t think that’s very sma–” “I’ll be all right, I’ve got the element of surprise going for me, but if I’m not back out

in ten minutes, call nine-oneone. Got it?” “Yes.” Hodges points at Holly. “You stay close to Jerome. No more lone-wolf investigations.” I should talk, he thinks. She nods humbly, and Hodges walks away before they can engage him in further discussion. As he approaches the doors of Discount

Electronix, he unbuttons his sportcoat. The weight of his father’s gun against his ribcage is comforting.