a professional level I'm scared of something happening to her on my watch. On a community level I'm fucking terrified of what happens if there's some sort of confrontation and the genie comes out of the bottle... more coffee, Ralph?"
"I'll pass. I ought to be going soon, anyway. What's going to happen to Pickering?"
He didn't actually care much about Charlie Pickering's fate, but the big cop would probably think it strange if he asked about May Locher before he asked about Pickering. Suspicious, maybe.
"Steve Anderson-the a.d.a. who questioned you-and Pickerings court-appointed attorney are probably horse-trading even as we speak.
Pickering's guy will be saying he might be able to get his client-the thought of Charlie Pickering being an'Vone's client, for anything, sort of blows my mind, by the way-to plead out to second-degree assault. Anderson will say the time has come to put Pickering away for good and he's going for attempted murder.
Pickering's lawyer will pretend to be shocked, and tomorrow your buddy is going to be charged with first-degree assault with a deadly weapon and bound over for trial. Then, possibly in December but more likely early next year, you'll be called as the star witness."
"Bail?"
"It'll probably be set in the forty-thousand-dollar range. You can get out on ten percent if the rest can be secured in event of flight, but Charlie Pickering doesn't have a house, a car, or even a Timer watch. In the end, he's liable to go back to Juniper Hill, but that's really not the object of the game. We're going to be able to keep him off the street for quite awhile this time, and with people like Charlie, that's the object of the game."
"Any chance The Friends of Life might go his bail?"
"Nah. Ed Deepneau spent a lot of last week with him, the two of them drinking coffee in the Bagel Shop. I imagine Ed was giving Charlie the lowdown on the Centurions and the King of Diamonds-"
"Crimson King is what Ed-"
"Whatever," Leydecker agreed, waving a hand. "But most of all I imagine he spent the time explaining how you were the devil's right hand man and how only a smart, brave, and dedicated fellow like Charlie Pickering could take you out of the picture."
"You make him sound like such a calculating shit," Ralph said.
He was remembering the Ed Deepneau he'd played chess with before Carolyn had fallen ill. That Ed had been an intelligent, wellspoken, civilized man with a deep capacity for kindness. Ralph still found it all but impossible to reconcile that Ed with the one he'd first glimpsed in July of 1992. He had come to think of the more recent arrival as "rooster Ed."
"Not just a calculating shit, a dangerous calculating shit," Leydecker said. "For him Charlie was just a tool, like a paring knife you'd use to peel an apple with. If the blade snaps off a paring knife, you don't run to the knife-grinder's to get a new one put on; that's too much trouble. You toss it in the wastebasket and get a new paring knife instead. That's the way guys like Ed treat guys like Charlie, and since Ed is The Friends of Life-for the time being, at least-I don't think you have to worry about Charlie making bail.
In the next few days, he's going to be lonelier than a Maytag repairman. Okay?"
"Okay," Ralph said. He was a little appalled to realize he felt sorry for Pickering. "I want to thank you for keeping my name out of the paper, too... if you were the one who did it, that is."
There had been a brief mention of the incident in the Derry News's Police Beat column, but it said only that Charles H. Pickering had been arrested on "a weapons charge" at the Derry Public Library.
"Sometimes we ask them for a favor, sometimes they ask us for "one," Leydecker said, standing up. "It's how things work in the real world. If the nuts in The Friends of Life and the prigs in The Friends of WomanCare ever discover that, my job is going to get a lot easier."
Ralph plucked the rolled-up Dumbo poster from the wastebasket, then stood up on his side of Leydecker's desk. "Could I have this?
I know a little girl who might really like it, in a year or so."
Leydecker held out his hands expansively. "Be my guest-think of it as a little premium for being a good citizen. just don't ask for my crotchless panties."
Ralph laughed. "Wouldn't think of it."
"Seriously,