do you know about him?”
“He’s the detective assigned to my case. He took me to ID Diane’s body.”
“He took you?”
I go over the details of the drive to Fairplay and our meeting with the coroner. As I talk, the look on Gabby’s face changes.
“What’s wrong?”
“That doesn’t sound right.”
“It’s what happened.”
Gabby gets up and grabs an ashtray off one of the bookshelves. He taps his cigarette over it as he sits back on the chair.
“I’ve never heard of a coroner doing anything like that. Those guys are meticulous. They do everything by the book.”
“What are you saying?”
Gabby shrugs the question away, but I don’t give up.
I ask again.
“It’s strange, that’s all.” He opens his mouth to say something else, hesitates, then says, “Do you think this cop had something to do with your wife’s death?”
“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out.”
“How?”
I think about my .38 at home, but I keep that to myself. I know exactly how Gabby would respond. “I haven’t figured that out yet.”
Gabby watches, trying to see if I’m lying.
After a while, the quiet gets to be too much and I say, “What would you do if you were me?”
“That doesn’t matter,” he says. “All that matters is what you’re not going to do.”
“What’s that?”
“You’re not going to do anything stupid.”
I laugh.
“Something funny?”
“Diane told me the same thing when I talked to her about calling you.”
“Maybe she was right.” Gabby crushes his cigarette in the ashtray, then sets it on the coffee table next to the ceramic dove. “You’ve got a flight booked for Phoenix in the morning, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“Good. I’ll make a couple calls while you’re gone, see what we can find out about this cop.”
“I’m not going to Phoenix. Not now.”
Gabby ignores me. “When you get back, I’ll know more about the situation. We can go from there.”
I tell him again, “I’m not going to Phoenix.”
Gabby eases back in his chair and brushes his hand over his knee and says, “Why not?”
“Because Nolan is here.”
“He’ll still be here when you get back.”
I start to argue, but Gabby holds up his hand, stopping me. “What do you think you’re going to do? Pull a cop off the street? You’re smarter than that, Jake.”
“I have to do something.”
“Not that,” Gabby says. “And not with my help. I won’t go after a cop.”
“You’ve done it before.”
There’s a flash of anger in Gabby’s eyes, enough to turn everything inside me cold.
“That was a long time ago,” he says. “Things were different back then. I was different.”
We’re both quiet for a while, and then Gabby leans forward. “We can’t rush this one. All I’m asking is for you to be patient. Give me a couple days to check it out, lay the groundwork, find out who’s involved.”
“We know who’s involved.”
“No, we don’t,” Gabby says. “I don’t think this cop is the one we’re after.”
I point to the door leading downstairs and say, “If you think he lied to me, why are you letting them go?”
“Nolan might’ve hired them, but someone else hired Nolan. That’s how these cops work, unless he had a personal reason to come after you.”
“He didn’t.”
“Then that means someone else is out there pulling the strings. Someone else hired Nolan.”
“So, we find Nolan and ask him.”
Gabby looks down at the floor then rubs the sides of his head with his fingertips and says, “Do you know why I’ve never been to prison?”
I shake my head.
“Because I’m patient. I never make a move without thinking it through and waiting for the exact right time.” He looks up at me. “You, on the other hand, are not patient. You’re impulsive, just like your dad, and that makes you dangerous.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“I’m thinking about me,” he says. “Your head is a mess, and that makes you someone I don’t need around, especially since we’re dealing with cops.”
“I’m not going to walk away. I can’t.”
“I don’t want you here, Jake.” There’s an edge to Gabby’s voice. “If you want my help, you’ll go to Phoenix and clear your fucking head.”
I don’t push.
I know better.
Gabby watches me for a while, then reaches for the pack of cigarettes. “Why don’t you head home and get some rest? Tomorrow, get on that plane. Find out whatever it is you want to find out, and I’ll take care of things here.”
I don’t like it, but the decision’s been made.
We get up and walk to the door.
Gabby stops at the top of the stairs and tells me to call him when I get to