Richard Jury: The Stargazey Part 37

Candy was elbowing him in the ribs, saying, "Tell him all the fish suffocated and died."

"And there was all these endangered fish flopping on the floor, some of them you could say were nearly extinct, like you will be, Joey, you pull this s.h.i.+t on us again. Yeah. The job'll get done when the job gets done. Goodbye." Karl stowed his cell in his inside coat pocket.

"We saw Hess leave through the side door. You'd think he knew they were coming."

"Jesus, I'm tellin' you, C, the book business is like rolling around f.u.c.kin' Afghanistan on skateboards. You could get killed."

"You got that right."

They walked on, Karl clapping Candy on the shoulder, jostling the water pitcher as they walked along the street. "Good thinking, C.I got to hand it to you, you got everyone in the place rus.h.i.+ng to save the fish."

The water was sliding down Candy's Hugo Bossjacketed-arm. "Don't give me the credit; it was that blond dame, that girl, who did that. She was the first one to ditch her wine. You see her?"

"The blonde? I guess. What'd she look like?"

Candy shrugged; a little wave of water spilled onto Lexington. "I couldn't see her face good. She had a barrette in her hair. Funny."

"You didn't see her face but you saw a hair barrette?" Karl laughed. "Crazy, man."

They walked on.

There are those girls with golden hair you half-notice in a crowd. You see one in the outer edges of your vision amid the people flooding toward you along Lex or Park or Seventh Avenues, blond head, uncovered, weaving through the dark ones, the caps and hats, your eye catching the blondness, but registering nothing else. Then you find when she's pa.s.sed it's too late.

A girl you wish you'd paid attention to: a girl you wish you'd paid attention to.

A girl you knew you should have seen head-on, not disappearing around a corner.

Such a girl was Cindy Sella.

Some of them would talk about it later, and for a long time. The businessmen climbing into a cab, the girl with the LeSportsac, her Droid lost inside it.

As if there'd been an eclipse of Apple, a sundering of Microsoft, a sirocco of swirling iPhones, Blackberrys, Thunderbolts, Gravities, Galaxies and all the other smartphones into the sweet hereafter; yes, as if all that had never been, n.o.body, n.o.body reached for his cell once the fish were saved and swimming. They were too taken up with watching the fish swimming, dizzy-like, in the winegla.s.ses.

n.o.body had e-mailed or texted.

n.o.body had sent a tweet to Twitter.

n.o.body had posted on Facebook.

n.o.body had taken a picture.

They were s.h.i.+pwrecked on the sh.o.r.es of their own poor powers of description, a few of them actually getting out old diaries and writing the incident down.

Yes, they talked about that incident in the Clown Fish Cafe the night they hadn't gotten shot, told their friends, coworkers, pastors, and waiters at their clubs, not to mention their partners, wives, husbands, and their kids.

Their kids.

Way cool. So where's the photos?

Remarkably, n.o.body took one.

Wow. Neanderthal.

But see, there were these neon-bright blue and orange and green and yellow fish, see, that we all scooped up and dropped in water gla.s.ses, and, just imagine, imagine those colors, the water, the candlelight. Look, you can see it. . . .

But the seer, seeing nothing, walked away.

ALSO BY MARTHA GRIMES.

The Man with a Load of Mischief.

The Old Fox Deceiv'd.

The Anodyne Necklace.

The Dirty Duck Jerusalem Inn.

Help the Poor Struggler The Deer Leap I Am the Only Running Footman.

The Five Bells and Bladebone The Old Silent The Old Contemptibles The End of the Pier.

The Horse You Came in On Rainbow's End Hotel Paradise The Case Has Altered.

POETRY.

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First in the Richard Jury Mystery Series.

The Man with a Load of Mischief.

A bizarre murder disturbs a sleepy Yorks.h.i.+re fis.h.i.+ng village.

The Old Fox Deceiv'd.

Murder makes the tiny village of Littlebourne a most extraordinary place.

The Anodyne Necklace.

In Shakespeare's beloved Stratford, Miss Gwendolyn Bracegirdle of Sarasota, Florida, takes her last drink.

The Dirty Duck

Jury has himself a mysterious little Christmas set in a chilly English landscape and Gothic estate.

Jerusalem Inn

Around bleak Dartmoor, where the Hound of the Baskervilles once bayed, three children have been brutally murdered.

Help the Poor Struggler

In Ashdown Dean, a little English village, animals are dying in a series of seemingly innocuous accidents.

The Deer Leap

In a rainy ditch in a Devon wood, a hitchhiker is found dead. Almost a year later, on another rainy night, another murder.

I Am the Only Running Footman