Walk the Wire (Amos Decker #6) - David Baldacci Page 0,11
much anymore,” Southern said as she shook his hand.
“Did your husband tell you details about the case?”
“He did not breach confidences, if that’s what you were asking. But I manage the funeral home, so I am there quite a bit. Rest assured, whatever I might have learned will go no further.”
Decker took a sip of his beer and eyed the unused mechanical bull. “What’s the story with that thing? Thought it’d be popular with this crowd.”
“It was. Too popular.”
“Come again?”
“It came down to legal liability issues. You get a fracker on that thing and he breaks his leg, arm, or neck, you got a lawsuit from him or his family and another from the company that desperately needed him out in the field. I guess it costs too much to remove, so now people just throw beer cans and bottles at it from time to time.”
As she said this, one drunk young man in a Stetson wound up and hurled his empty glass beer bottle at the bull. It hit the bull’s hard hide and broke apart, its shards collecting on the floor underneath along with a small mountain of other debris while he high-fived his buds.
“They clean it up every night and the next night it just fills up. But if they’re taking their hostility out on that instead of someone’s face? That’s anger management, North Dakota style.”
Decker nodded. “So did you know the victim?”
“No. But I understand that Joe Kelly did.”
“Do you know him well?”
“Well enough. London’s booming right now, but that wasn’t always the case. Everybody knew everybody else. That all changed with the fracking. Now we have folks from all over, even different countries. Think I heard Russian spoken at the grocery store last week.” She paused and added, “But that hasn’t always been the case. We almost had to shut down our business during the last bust.”
“Surely people were still dying, even if the good times had gone.”
“Oh, they absolutely were. Some by their own hands out of despair at having lost everything. Only their families didn’t have the money to pay for our services. They’d offer to barter and such, and we did what we could, but we had our own bills to pay. Luckily, we held on and now things are fine. For now. Who knows about tomorrow?” She looked around. “Your partner isn’t with you? Walt told me you were with another agent.”
“We parted company back at the hotel.”
“Will there be more agents coming?”
Decker sipped his beer and didn’t answer. Caroline Dawson had now hung herself around Baker and was using him as what looked to be a dance pole.
“Do you know those people?” asked Southern as she glanced where he was looking.
“Sort of, yeah.”
“Any leads yet?”
“I can’t get into that.”
“I’ll take that as a no.”
Decker focused on her. “You have any ideas on who might have done it?”
“Me?” she said, although she didn’t really look surprised at his query. “Well, I can tell you that we do have violent crime here. Not as bad as the last boom cycle. Before we just got all guys, transients with problem backgrounds looking for a quick payoff and then they’d move on. Now we’re still getting some guys with shady backgrounds, but we’re also getting more families. People are putting down roots. They want a nice, safe community.”
“I sense a but coming.”
She smiled demurely. “But we have places like this where young, single guys in particular come to spend their money and blow off steam. And sometimes that turns out badly.”
“Kelly mentioned an incident earlier here today.”
“I heard it was a fistfight between a bunch of guys that turned into something more. Joe apparently de-escalated it. But some people went to jail and some went to the hospital.”
“The guy I’m looking for is probably not in the ‘dumbass bar fight’ category.”
“I saw the body when it came in,” said Southern softly. “So I understand what you mean.”
“Not a pretty sight.”
“We’ve had some bad ones here. Not murders. Accidents. Explosions and fires from fracking gone wrong. Those were . . . challenges from a cosmetic perspective. We had to do a closed casket with a picture of the deceased in . . . happier times on top.”
“I can see that.”
She finished her drink and put the empty on the bar. “Something like this could be a real drag on the town, just when things are going so well.”
“And Irene Cramer probably deserves some justice, too,” said Decker bluntly.