Purgatory Chasm: A Mystery Part 7
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"I'll buy your version," I said. "But like I said, it's a strange thing to lie about."
"Your friend fell hard," Ollie said. I started to talk, but he waved a hand. "Okay, so he wasn't your friend. He was a horse's a.s.s. Whatever he was to you, he fell fast and he fell hard."
"Tell me."
"Early on he dropped by every two weeks or so, the way most customers do. You know the routine. You show them the car, you talk about how hard it is to find parts, you drop names, you make them feel like their heap is the most important b.l.o.o.d.y thing in your life."
I might have smiled.
"But then"-he squinted-"a year ago? Maybe a little less? He started coming by every week, sometimes twice a week. He got angry when he didn't see enough progress to suit him. I got the feeling he was under pressure, was perhaps getting squeezed."
"For what? By who?"
"I've told you all there is to tell, Sax," he said. He tried to look me in the eye, but again his gaze dropped down and left. "I'm afraid you need to either accept that or fight me again."
We stared at each other awhile.
Finally I used the gun to point at the window I'd climbed through. "You'll want to fix that," I said. "It's how I got in."
He put a hand out. "Gun, please."
I shook my head. "Keeping it." I stuck it down the back of my pants. "Not because I think you'll back-shoot me, but because I might need it."
"As you wish," he said, making a fancy little bow. "Spoils of war."
I turned to leave.
"Sax," he said.
I stopped.
"Come here again that way, I'll kill you."
"I won't."
"I will."
"I know. So I won't."
I walked out the front door wondering what Ollie was holding back.
In the F-150, I checked messages. Had a text from Randall: Call asap. Checked my watch. Almost midnight. I dialed.
Randall picked up on one. "Little piece of intel for you," he said. Smug as h.e.l.l, pleased with himself.
I took a guess. "You were right about that e-mail address? It belongs to Phigg's kid?"
"I was indeed right. But it's better than that."
"You contact him?"
"I'm looking at him," Randall said. "He's in your kitchen, eating tomato soup and a grilled-cheese sandwich."
Seventy minutes later, just after one in the morning, the soup was gone but Phigg's kid was still there. He was talking with Randall at my kitchen table when I came in. He rose, stuck out a thin arm. "I'm Trey Phigg." He almost whispered it.
While we shook I tried to superimpose his face on Phigg's. It wasn't easy. The son was whip-skinny, where Phigg was puffy; the kid was outdoors-brown, where Phigg was doughy. It took me a few seconds to see the biggest difference: During conversation, Phigg had always looked at your forehead or the bridge of your nose; the son looked you square in the eye.
The eye color was right, the height was right, the thick head of hair. The son's was the color of wet sand.
I started to introduce myself. Randall made a keep-it-down gesture and jerked a thumb toward the bedrooms. "Trey's wife and son are asleep."
I nodded and sat.
Trey Phigg said, "Randall tells me you were helping my father with something. And that you found his body."
"So you know," I said. "I'm sorry. New Hamps.h.i.+re state cops call you?"
"I called them. It would have taken them a while to find me."
"Why?"
"We've been overseas," Trey said. "We got back to the States late last night."
"Where from?"
"Vietnam. My wife's family lives there."
"How long were you there?"
"Four years."
"You must really like your in-laws," Randall said.
"No," Trey said. "I really hated my father." He stretched, yawned, looked at the wall clock. "It's nice of you to put us up, Mister Sax. We'll be out of your hair soon. I've got an appointment with a New Hamps.h.i.+re detective." He rose, yawned again. "My body clock is in a tizzy. Good night."
CHAPTER SIX.
Randall and I looked at each other as Trey's footsteps faded. "h.e.l.luva strange homecoming," Randall said.
"You're telling me."
"Walk me to my car."
Outside it was cool, all mugginess washed away by the storm.
"So he hates his father's guts," I said. "He's gone four years. Comes back, boom: All of a sudden his father's dead."
"I figured you'd be thinking that way."
"Aren't you?"
"If Trey came back to the States, made a beeline for New Hamps.h.i.+re and hanged his dad, he sure picked weird accomplices," Randall said. "The wife knows maybe ten words of English, and the kid's three years old. Cute as a b.u.t.ton."
"Still," I said. "What I'm thinking, you find out what flight he came in on and work up a timeline. That's an easy way to rule him in or out."
"And if we rule him in?"
I shrugged. "We keep looking at him. I'll hitch a ride with him tomorrow, pump him on the drive."
"What are you, Sherlock Holmes?"
"No," I said. "I'm just a guy with a dead Barnburner on my hands."
Randall looked at me awhile. "And why exactly is he on your hands?"
"You know why," I said as we eye-locked. "He was a Barnburner."
I woke up early the next morning to a fishy smell. Showered, dressed, headed downstairs.
Trey was in the same kitchen chair as last night. Next to him sat a cute little boy. The boy took one look at me, slipped from his chair, and hid behind his mother's legs. She turned, smiled, half bowed-and just about stepped on one of my cats. They were both eyeball-stalking her, the lady with the fish.
"This is my wife, Kieu," Trey said, rising. "My son, Tuan." Then he spoke rapid-fire Vietnamese, I guessed, and wound up saying my name. His wife half bowed again, plucked the skillet from the burner, extended it with a question in her eyes.
I looked at the skillet, which was full of a noodles-and-shrimp thing. I said sure. I was just being polite, but when she plated me up and I took a bite, I liked it. A lot.
While I ate I watched Trey watch his family. He was proud of them, and he didn't try to make the boy act like a grown-up. In a few minutes he glanced at my plate, saw it was empty, spoke to Kieu. She smiled and plated me up some more.
While I dug in Trey said, "I showed her the miraculous place where you can get all the exotic food you want, twenty-four hours a day."
"Where's that?"
"Stop and Shop."
We laughed. I asked where the New Hamps.h.i.+re Staties wanted him to go. He said the office was in Concord, the state capital. We decided I'd drive him.
While Trey got ready I texted Randall, who was on his way over to put new sash weights in a bunch of windows. He said he'd be happy to keep an eye on Kieu and the kid.
By seven thirty Trey and I were northbound in his rented Dodge Stratus. He'd insisted we take that car, probably didn't want me paying for gas. He asked me to drive. "You know how you see Asian drivers poke along in the fast lane, and everybody gets furious at them?" he said.
"Yeah."
"I hate to admit it, but that's how I drive now." He swept an arm at the Ma.s.sachusetts Turnpike on a perfect day. "These roads terrify me. I need to get my sea legs back."
"Four years," I said. "Long time."
He said nothing.
"All to get away from your dad?"
"All? No. It's complicated."
I waited.
"We fought constantly," Trey said after a while. "Typical father-son stuff, but ... I blew it out of proportion. I was a drama queen, if you want to know the truth."
"Teenagers and perspective."
"Yes. Any comment he made about my hair, clothes, grades was World War Three."
"Were you scared you'd make like your dad?" I said. "Take the easy road to the corner office?"
He looked at me. "Of course."
"To be different, you made a rebel stand. Took off for parts unknown."
"Just as my father had," Trey said. "Thus repeating the pattern in spite of my best efforts. The irony is not lost, I can a.s.sure you."
We were quiet for a few miles. When I hit I-495 North I said, "Well, you sure did one thing right."
He looked at me.
"You didn't name your son Tander Phigg the Fourth."
Trey laughed a long time. "You're f.u.c.king-A right I didn't," he said. "Pardon my French."
I said, "Yesterday somebody asked me what I thought of your father. First thing came to mind was horse's a.s.s."
"Okay."
"But he did some good things," I said. "He got sober. He stayed sober a long time. Helped plenty others sober up, too."
"Huh."
"How much did Randall tell you about things?"
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