Liar: An Irene Kelly Mystery Part 13
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He picked up one end of the trunk, which I could now see had wheels on the other end. He rolled it along as the children and their mothers followed him.
Rachel and I looked at one another, then tagged after him and his troops at a distance.
"Is that him?" Rachel asked, and I could see a look of unholy glee on her face.
"Shut up," I said.
"Love the outfit," she whispered. "Do you suppose he makes his own booties?"
I didn't answer.
"And the panty hose. You think he has to wear queen-sized?"
"Tights. I'm sure he has many costumes-" I began.
"Oh, I'm sure he does, too!" she said, laughing.
"What's your problem?" I asked, losing patience. "Didn't you see how those kids looked at him?"
"They loved him, of course," she said, but kept grinning.
I walked a little faster, pulling ahead of her, then stopped and threw back over my shoulder, "You've forgotten why we're here."
Somehow, watching her face fall wasn't as satisfying as I thought it would be.
Inside, Travis sat at a small round table that had several plastic dinosaurs on it. He was perched on the edge of one of the st.u.r.dy wooden children's chairs that surrounded the table, being smothered in hugs as his pintsized admirers took their leave. I could see that more than one of the mothers were eyeing him with something that went beyond grat.i.tude for entertaining their children. We stayed back, but from time to time he glanced up at us, a little uneasy, more aware now that we were there without children. Once or twice I caught him briefly studying me.
Before he was entirely free of the group of mothers and children, he excused himself and went into the library office.
"Think he's taking off?" Rachel asked, folding her arms.
"No," I said. "He'll be back out. The trunk is still here. And I don't think he knows who we are."
Ms. Galvan came over to stand by the trunk, apparently keeping an eye on it for him. Seeing that we were waiting for him, she asked, "Did you enjoy the performance?"
We agreed that we had.
"Is this the first time you've seen him tell stories?"
"Yes," Rachel answered, and continued small talk while I found myself growing more and more uneasy over the task at hand.
When he emerged from the office he was carrying his costume in a bundle. He was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a green T-s.h.i.+rt, wearing a pair of running shoes. The beret off, I could see that his dark hair was cut short. He seemed serious and distracted, but as he looked toward us his face broke into a smile, making him look quite handsome.
"Think he's got a girlfriend?" Rachel whispered.
"For all I know, he's got a wife," I said.
"Or two," she said, not repenting in the least when I turned to scowl at her.
In the next moment, I was shocked to hear my cousin say, "Irene, I can't thank you enough!"
Rachel and I turned to him, mouths agape, but he was extending a scar-thatched right hand to the librarian.
"I should be thanking you," she said.
"Irene?" I said weakly.
She looked over at me. "Yes?"
"Oh. That's my name, too. I'm Irene Kelly."
She smiled. "I guess those of us whose mothers liked that song- But Travis interrupted her, saying in utter disbelief, "Irene Kelly?"
"Yes," I said, not hiding my relief at his recognition of my name. "Your cousin."
He stared at my outstretched hand as if he didn't know what to do with it, then suddenly turned and picked up the handle of the trunk. When he turned back to me, the charming smile was gone. His face was flushed, his eyes were blazing, and his mouth was drawn tight in a look of undisguised fury.
"Frankly," he said as he began to move away from us with long strides, "I expected more of you."
Stunned, it took me a moment to find my voice, and then all I could manage was "Travis?"
But he was almost out of the room by then.
"Travis!" I called out.
He stopped and said, "Forget it. And don't try to follow me."
Everyone in the place was staring at us by then. The librarian said, "I don't understand-"
"They're family," Rachel said, as if that explained everything. She took hold of my elbow and began steering me out the front door.
"He's not going anywhere," she said calmly, moving toward the parking lot.
"In the mood he's in, he just might back over your sedan," I said.
"Naw," Rachel said. "That pickup truck looked new. And he won't want to mess up that purple paint job."
"You don't know-"
We heard a loud bang.
"-the Maguires," I finished, just before we heard the second bang.
12.
Rachel's legs are a little longer than mine, but I do a lot of running, so I was around the corner of the building first. Travis was stepping out of the pickup, looking shaken. Rachel started shouting in Italian-what I understood of it made me pray all other Italians were out of earshot. But anyone who didn't speak the language could read the gestures.
The right front side of the car was not looking good. The wheel stood at a crazy lopsided angle, antifreeze was puddling onto the asphalt, and the headlamp was history. The pickup had surprisingly little damage. Its rear b.u.mper was sc.r.a.ped and dented.
Travis stared at the car and his truck, as if he had only just awakened and found unexpected chaos. Rachel bounded over to him and grabbed him by the s.h.i.+rt collar, shoved him off balance and smacked his back up hard against the camper sh.e.l.l.
"No! Don't hurt him!" I shouted. She gave me a sharp look that said I just might be next, but let him go. She turned away from him, put her hands on top of her head, clenched her teeth and closed her eyes tightly, as if trying to contain an explosion.
He slumped a little, but otherwise didn't move. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'm terribly sorry. I'll pay for the damage."
She opened her eyes. "You're G.o.dd.a.m.ned right you will!"
"I will! I will! Every cent. And I'll-I'll take you wherever you need to go-rent a car for you. Whatever is necessary. I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me."
I could have told him that I knew what came over him and that it runs in the family, but just then Ms. Galvan opened the back door of the library. "Oh, no!" she said. "Is anyone hurt?"
"No, no one is hurt," I said. "We were in such a rush, afraid we'd miss my cousin. We stupidly left the car here and of course Travis-er, Cosmo-didn't see it." Rachel was glaring at me, but I went on. "Is there a good body shop nearby?"
Throughout the process of arranging for the car to be towed, n.o.body seemed to want to do much talking. Travis was still shaken, and didn't make much eye contact with me. I was fine with avoidance. I certainly didn't want to follow up this scene with the news I had to give him.
Rachel was probably thinking about that, too. Even though he had just battered her car, she seemed to make an effort to be friendly.
This began while we followed the tow truck to the body shop; on the way over, she apologized for being rough with him, and asked if she had hurt him. He shook his head.
"No? Well, you're either made of steel or you'll be feeling it later."
He smiled and said, "I'm not made of steel."
She laughed.
At the body shop, Travis looked over the loaner cars and told the shop owner that he would rent something for Ms. Giocopazzi elsewhere. It was decided that elsewhere would be in Las Piernas; if we were up in Los Angeles much longer, we'd hit the evening rush hour. Evening rush hour is also about four hours long. Travis offered to drive us home. "I'll buy you a late lunch there, too," he said, although only to her. "It's the least I can do."
We got into the pickup, all of us in the front seat. Rachel took the middle. Before starting the engine, Travis curled his fingers tightly on the steering wheel, leaned over and spoke directly to me for the first time since trying to take leave of me in the library.
"How much?" he asked.
"How much what?"
"Look, your friend Ms. Giocopazzi is being very decent about all of this, so I owe it to her to at least hear you out. You might not get what you came for, and I'm sad to see that Patrick Kelly's children aren't as proud as he was-not that I ever had any great admiration for your stiff-rumped old man, but at least he did have pride."
I swallowed a little of mine along with a retort about someone else's admirable old man and said, "Forgive me, Travis, but I don't know what the h.e.l.l you're talking about."
"How much?" he demanded.
Rachel said, "Travis."
He looked at her.
"You're about to make a Clydesdale-sized horse's a.s.s out of yourself-for the second time in less than two hours. It's kinda amusing to me, because your cousin here gets herself in trouble the same way you do-she's a hothead, too."
"I'll fight my own fights, thank you very much," I said.
"See what I mean?" she went on. "But what I'm trying to tell you is, Irene isn't here for your money."
"Is that what you thought?" I said to him, outraged. "You thought I came up here to borrow money? From someone I haven't seen in over twenty years? Of all the-"
"Irene-" Rachel said.
"If it's true that you aren't after money," Travis said, "then I'm sorry. Perhaps I jumped to a conclusion."
"No perhaps about it," I said.
"Then why are you here?"
I hesitated. "Because-"
"Not now," Rachel said firmly. To Travis, she said, "Drive us back to Las Piernas. You know where Mary Kelly lives?"
He thought for a moment. "Irene's great-aunt? The one who drives the Mustang?"
"Yes."
"Not exactly. I haven't seen her in over a dozen years. Is she the one who needs money?"
"For G.o.dsakes," I said, "n.o.body wants your d.a.m.ned money."
"You couldn't be more wrong about that," he said.
"Well, Aunt Mary doesn't. I don't. Rachel doesn't want more of it than will be needed to fix her car."
"Mary asked Irene to find you," Rachel said, holding a hand up to silence me. "It wasn't easy, and-well, I think we should go to Las Piernas, to Mary's house, and we can explain it there."
"All right," he said, starting the motor. "But now you've really piqued my curiosity."
That was enough to shut me up. At least for a few minutes. Until Travis said, "Rachel, Irene did warn you that you're accepting a ride from the b.a.s.t.a.r.d son of a murdering bigamist?"
"Oh, for pitysakes-" I began, but Rachel elbowed me.
"I've heard something of the family history," she admitted. "Maybe I should hear your version, though."
He smiled again. "I'll warn you ahead of time-I'm a liar. Being my father's son, what else could you expect-right, Irene? That's why I went into storytelling-a gratifying way to use my natural abilities."
I thought of taking a different tack, of telling him how much we had enjoyed watching his storytelling performance, but I saw him look over at me, trying to see if he had riled me. There was something smug about that look. I started watching cars again.
I heard him laugh. "Should I begin at the very beginning?" he asked.
Liar: An Irene Kelly Mystery Part 13
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