Out of Time (Nine Minutes #2) (7 page)

He started to stand up to leave when she stopped him, a hand up.

“And there’s another thing.”

He sighed again and sat back down. “What? What else is there, Mavis?”

She nodded at Grunt. “I think he might be a little young to be coming here. He already informed me that the girls had ‘tits,’ not ‘breasts.’ You think you could’ve at least started him out with something a little milder?”

Grizz looked at her like he didn’t know what she was talking about.

“Maybe you could have told him they were boobies, or ninnies or something. You had to tell him they were
tits
?”

“They are tits, and boobies is something a ten-year old would say.”

“He
is
a ten-year old!”

“Fine, okay,” He swallowed back a grin and stood up. “Grunt, time to go. Pack it up.”

Grunt stood up and walked over to him and Mavis. He reached behind his back and whipped out his notebook. He took the pen from behind his ear and started writing.

“What are you writing down now?” Grizz asked.

“I’m taking notes to research something later.”

“What do you need to research?”

“I need to learn why Gwinny’s boobies need training.”

Chapter Eleven

2000

Tommy hadn’t realized
how quiet the house was until he heard the automatic icemaker on the refrigerator dump a load of ice into the bin. He inhaled deeply and could smell apple and cinnamon spice, but he didn’t know where it was coming from. It was one of those mystery scents Ginny had placed somewhere in their home.

He knew she’d meant it when she said she wanted him out of the house.

He also knew he wouldn’t be leaving.

He stared at the heavy box on his desk and sighed. Memories continued to swirl, pressing down on him like a weight. It all suddenly felt like too much.

The doorbell rang. He left the box on his desk and wandered to the front door. It wouldn’t be Ginny, not this soon. He opened the door to find a woman there, clutching some kind of notebook to her chest.
Oh brother, not another reporter
. He stiffened as the last few months with Leslie flashed through his mind. Even though she didn’t spend much time interviewing him—she mainly spoke with Ginny—Tommy decided early on that he didn’t care for reporters or journalists. The experience with Leslie had only cemented that. He would be nice to this woman, but firm. No interview.

“I’m looking for Tommy or Ginny Dillon. I have something—”

“Look, you seem like a nice lady. But we’re not doing interviews. I don’t want to be mean or rude to you, but please leave us alone.” He started to close the door but she appeared startled, holding up a hand.

“I’m not a reporter! Please—I have something to give you.”

He turned back and sized her up. She seemed familiar, but he didn’t know why. He was certain he’d never met her. She was a nice-looking woman—average height and just a little on the heavy side, with brown hair with blonde highlights, intelligent brown eyes, and a warm smile. He couldn’t guess her age. Before he could continue with his mental assessment, she spoke.

“I’m Louise.” She cleared her throat. “Louise Bailey.”

Tommy didn’t say anything. He shook his head.

“I’m Rhonda Bailey’s daughter.”

The name was familiar, but Tommy still couldn’t make the connection.

She looked at him and smiled kindly. “You knew her as Chicky.”

Chicky. Tommy’s mouth went slack. That was a name he hadn’t heard or thought about in years.

“You’re Chicky’s daughter?” He found himself smiling now, picturing the no-nonsense voluptuous blonde with the cheerful eyes. Truthfully, it had been so long he wasn’t sure when he’d last laid eyes on the woman. “Come in. Tell me how she is. We haven’t heard anything about her in years. Last we did hear, she owned her own bar somewhere up in South Carolina.”

He showed Louise into the living room
and motioned toward the sofa. “Here, sit down. Can I get you a drink?”

She smiled again, and he suddenly saw her mother in the crooked grin and warm eyes. “No, thank you. I’m not thirsty.”

Tommy took a seat on the chair directly across from her. “I haven’t thought about Chicky in a long time. How is she?”

“That’s why I’m here. Fulfilling her last wish, I guess you could say.”

“Her last wish?” Tommy asked, realization dawning.

“Mom passed away a few years back. Cancer.”

“I’m sorry,” he said with genuine sympathy. “Chicky was one of the good ones.”

“Yes, she was. Thank you for saying so.” After a beat, Louise quickly added, “I don’t want this to be awkward, so I’ll tell you up front that I know about my Mom’s earlier life with the gang and everything.” She paused, fingering the notebook. “She held on to something for years.”

Louise looked up at him and smiled again, this time more sadly. “This. She said on her deathbed that it should be given to you or your wife after Grizz was gone. I don’t know if his death is significant or not. Just something Mom felt specific about. She went to see him in prison a couple of times before she died. Did you know that?”

“No, I didn’t know,” Tommy said quietly.

“I think he was fond of Mom. A beautiful bouquet of flowers showed up at her funeral. There was a card with just the initial ‘G’ on it. I think it was from him.”

This surprised Tommy. He couldn’t imagine Grizz sending flowers to a funeral. Even Chicky’s.

“She told me what a rough character he was, but she was fond of him, too,” Louise shrugged. “He always treated her right no matter how rotten he was to the others. I don’t know, maybe there’s something in here that could have hurt him. Or maybe something that would’ve made him mad. That might be why she never wanted him to know about it and why I’ve held on to it this long. I’ve never read it. I don’t know what’s in it. I honestly don’t care.”

She stood and offered the notebook to Tommy. He got up and took it from her outstretched hands.

“What is this?” he asked, looking down at it, then back up at Louise.

“It’s Moe’s journal.”

**********

Moe’s Diary, 1969

Dear Elizabeth,

I hate him. I hate him so much. I can’t believe how bad he hurt me. I used to love him. I would have done anything for him. I did do everything for him. I don’t understand why he got so mad.

I was cleaning up his kitchen and I made some comment about seeing him with some guy in a suit. I had been hitching rides and wound up somewhere near the beach. I saw two men get out of a fancy car. One was all dressed up and the other was Grizz. I saw them go into a building. I just told him that his new friend looked nice and would he be bringing him around the motel?

He got real mad then. Like he thought I was purposely spying on him. He threw me up against the refrigerator and started asking me stuff. I told him the truth. I didn’t know anything. I just happened to see him and thought the fancy suit guy was handsome. Thought maybe I could make some extra money by getting to know him better.

He said I could die for just seeing that and that I had a big mouth and couldn’t be trusted. Then, he took his knife off his belt and told me that he was doing me a favor.

I heard him telling Blue later that he’d asked for a blow job and that I’d told him to let Grunt do it. That’s why he cut me. I didn’t say that, but it does sound like something I would’ve said.

I’ve been really mean to Blue’s little brother. It was just easy, I guess, and for some reason, it made me feel better. But not anymore. I feel so bad now. Everything and everyone that has ever been good to me, I’ve hurt in some way.

I’m sorry I saw Grizz that day and had to ask him about the guy. I’m sorry I was mean to the one person at the motel who was ever nice to me. Grunt. That’s what some of the people call him now. He is now my best and only friend.

When I think about it, I really didn’t have any friends before. Just Fess. He’s not really a friend, but he’s the only one who hasn’t treated me like a nobody. Fess comes in my room to be with me. He’s okay. He’s not mean like the others. He plays chess with Grunt once in a while. He said if I learned he would play chess with me too.

But I don’t really want to play chess. I only want to do one thing. It’s all I can think about. I want to hurt Grizz worse than he hurt me. I want him to pay for what he did to me—and one day he will!             

Chapter Twelve

1970

Mavis used her
key to let herself in the back door of The Red Crab. She managed to get her keys put away while she juggled her armful of paperwork and a large Styrofoam cup of sweet tea. She loved her sweet tea and it was one drink that wasn’t on the bar’s menu. She made her way down the short hallway to her office. It was still early, but she could hear some regulars out in the bar. She opened her office door, which she never kept locked, and stopped short.

“Excuse me! I didn’t realize my office was being used as a brothel!” Mavis exclaimed in disgust as she surveyed the scene before her. The couple scrambled to adjust their clothes. “I’m going to have to disinfect my desk before I can use it again. And you should know better, Pauline.” Mavis eyed her watch. “You’re already on the clock!”

“You shouldn’t walk into a room without knocking, Mavis!” Pauline huffed from where she’d been leaning over the desk, Grizz behind her. They’d been enjoying a quickie before the bar got busy. Grizz was hung like a horse and Pauline was more than a little miffed that Mavis had to go and interrupt it. Damn her. “And a brothel? When were you born, Mavis? The 1800s?”

“It’s my office! Get out!” Mavis looked away in embarrassment and pointed to the hallway that led to the bar.

Grizz had removed himself and was zipping up his jeans. “I was finished anyway,” he added nonchalantly.

“Oh, well then, as long as
you
were finished,” Mavis retorted.

“I wasn’t finished.” Pauline whined as she pulled up her panties and skimpy shorts.              

“Yeah, like I give a shit,” Grizz shrugged.

Pauline walked past Mavis, and Grizz started to follow. He needed to get back to the motel for a meeting.

But Mavis stepped in front of him and shut her office door, yelling after Pauline, “And for your information, Miss Bitchy Britches, I
was
born in the 1800s!” Mavis looked at Grizz. “You stay. I want to talk to you.”

He gestured toward her chair behind the desk. He took the one in front of it. “The 1800s? Really, Mavis?”

“I’m seventy-five. It’s 1970. Do the math.”

He smiled at her. “So, what’s up?”

She made a face as she sat down. She laid her paperwork and sweet tea on the corner of the desk and stowed her purse in one of the drawers. She started to rest her arms on the desktop, when she made a face and stopped herself.

“How often do you use my office?” she asked, squinting at him.

“All the time.”

“I hope you’re careful.” She frowned. “I know these waitresses aren’t your working girls, but they get around. You better hope your private parts don’t fall off!”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I always wear a raincoat, Mavis.”

“A raincoat? Who gives a crap about the weather? I’m talking about protection!”

Grizz rolled his eyes. “You really were born in the 1800s. I can’t believe I was actually trying to be polite for your sake. A rubber, Mavis. It’s another term for a rubber. A condom! Have you ever taken a peek at your wastebasket?”

This stunned Mavis. Actually, no, she never paid any attention to her trash can. It was neatly stowed beneath her desk so she rarely looked inside. Why would she? It was emptied every morning by the cleaning girl. Now, she reached beneath the desk and pulled it out. Her eyes widened when she saw the discarded condom.

“I’m going to throw up!” she cried.

“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you do it in there,” he said as he nodded at the wastebasket she was holding. “What else do you need to talk to me about?”

Mavis carried the basket outside her office and set it in the hallway. She quietly closed the door and headed back to her desk. She sat back down, gave Grizz a level look and said, “Grunt.”

“Talk to Blue,” he said as he started to get up.

“I did and he told me to talk to you. So sit back down.”

He sat back down. “I’m listening.”

“The fifth grade is going on a field trip to the local Seaquarium. I’m a chaperone. I want to bring him along.”

“No.”

“That’s it? Just no?”

“Of course the answer is no. He can’t go along with you on a school field trip. How would you even explain him being there, anyway?”

“I already did. I told them that my friend’s grandson was in town and was bored to tears. I asked if I could have permission to bring him when I chaperone the fifth grade trip. They said yes. It’ll be good for him. Get him around some other kids.”

“You and your imaginary friends and their imaginary grandchildren.” He blew out a long breath and looked hard at her. “You know Blue kidnapped him, right? You know he might be recognized? No way, Mavis.”

“I think you’re being paranoid. I don’t see any reason why he can’t come along!”

“Mavis. How can you say that? There is no way you can bring him on a school field trip. It’s not going to happen!”

“Look. He won’t be recognized. You told me he was from somewhere in North Lauderdale up toward Pompano, right? It’s not the same school district and even if it was, he would be in sixth grade, right? Not fifth?

“It doesn’t matter. He was in and out of foster care and was placed in different districts. It would be too risky. No.”

“Grizz, he needs to have some interaction with other kids. He’s cooped up at that motel with no friends. He’s a smart child and I know he loves his books, but kids need to have some kind of activity. It’s just an afternoon at the Seaquarium. It’ll be good for him.” Before Grizz could say anything, she continued, “And he doesn’t even look like the same child. He’s filled out. He’s getting big. He doesn’t have that long, scraggly, lice-infested head of hair. That would be the child that someone would remember. Not the child he is now.”

He didn’t answer her right away, and she knew she’d won him over. She also knew that if anyone else spoke to Grizz the way she did, they wouldn’t have any teeth left in their mouth. Mavis didn’t know why he let her get away with what she did, but she was glad. She actually liked Grizz very much. She didn’t know if she would go so far as to say he was the son she never had, but she cared for him. And she was pretty certain he had a soft spot for her, too.

“I guess you’re chaperoning Gwinny’s class?” he asked finally.

“Ginny’s class.”

“Who?” Grizz asked.

“She’s calling herself Ginny now. She told me she thought Gwinny sounded too babyish. I love this girl’s spirit, and to answer your question, yes. I’m chaperoning her class. And I will keep him away from her. I know you don’t want them to interact. The whole fifth grade is going. There will be parents and teachers escorting them. We’ll each get a group of about seven children. They’ll be divided up by boys and girls. I’ll have him in my boy group. Chances are he won’t even come into contact with her.”

“No, Mavis, you
make sure
he doesn’t come into contact with her. It’ll make it harder for us to keep an eye on her family if Grunt is ever noticed. She might remember him from the field trip, then make the connection to you. Aw, hell. No! What am I thinking? He can’t go.”

“Grizz, I’ll make sure they don’t come into contact. I promise. You can trust me. You know you can.”

He didn’t say anything, just looked at her and nodded okay.

She smiled at him. “So, how is the new neighbor working out?”

“Guido? Yeah, he’s an asshole, but he’s okay.”

Guido was one of Grizz’s guys. Mavis thought he had something to do with drugs, but she never asked. She remembered how concerned Grizz had been last year when she told him Gwinny hadn’t made her way down to the convenience store to buy her mom’s cigarettes for three days in a row. Grizz went ballistic and was on the verge of hiring someone to find them when they showed back up. Apparently, the family had made a trip to Woodstock.

“How do you know she didn’t go three days in a row? Thought you only worked on Mondays and Thursdays?” he’d asked her.

“The owners have been giving me more hours. They can’t keep anyone full time so I’ve been going in. But your accounting work hasn’t suffered. I’ve been taking a lot of it home with me at night.”

“Is that why you always look so damned tired? You’re working full time at Mindy’s?” he’d yelled.

“Yes. They really need me,” she’d said sheepishly.

“Of course they need you, Mavis. You’re reliable. They’re taking advantage. You’re going to quit anyway, right? School is starting up and you’ll get your cafeteria job back?”

“Yes, it’s just another week or two. I’ll put my notice in.”

Grizz had never concerned himself with how someone was feeling. But Mavis was different. The old woman was growing on him. Maybe he put too much pressure on her to watch out for the little girl.

So right after that conversation last summer, he bought the next house that came up for sale near Gwinny’s. It happened to be right next door. He planted Guido there and told him that in addition to his other duties, he would be keeping an eye on his next-door neighbors. He didn’t let on that he was concerned about the child’s welfare. He just told Guido to watch them all and report anything unusual to him.

He hoped Guido would have enough common sense to notice if the little girl, who was often overlooked, was suddenly being abused, malnourished, or further neglected. She had looked okay that day he’d taken Grunt to check out the lawn service, but he was still concerned about her. Her parents were alcoholic, drug-using hippies. He was actually impressed they both had jobs. But he was certain Gwinny was essentially taking care of herself.

He just wanted to make sure she wasn’t being abused. He knew from experience how easy it was for families to hide the abuse they inflicted on their children. He shook off the memory and told himself that planting Guido next door last year was the right thing to do.

**********

“Okay, Grunt, we need a new name for you today. Remember, you’re my friend’s grandson. You’re visiting from Akron, Ohio.”

“I know, Mavis. I’ve been working on my story ever since you told me this last week. I know everything there is to know about Akron. I even made up my grandmother’s name and everything!”

“Oh! I guess that’s a good thing. Maybe you should tell me what her name is,” Mavis replied with amusement.

“It’s Ethel. That sounds like a good name for a grandmother, don’t you think? Simple and easy to remember.”

She looked over at him. “Grunt, honey, you know I want to bring you along so you can be around some kids your own age, but you’re older and smarter than these fifth graders. I don’t need to tell you why you can just be friendly, but you can’t actually make friends, right?”

“No, I get it,” he answered sadly. “Especially Ginny. Grizz told me already, and I know why. And he told me I’m supposed to tell you if I recognize anybody. If I do, we’ll need to leave.”

“That’s right. And don’t be sad. We’ll have some fun. Oh, what’s your name going to be?”

He then sat up straight in the passenger seat of her car and with his head held high, he announced, “Bartholomew. It’s Bartholomew Edward Kensington!”

“Bartholomew Edward Kensington?”

“The sixth,” he replied. “Bartholomew Edward Kensington the Sixth.”

“Who do you think you are? A member of British Parliament?” Mavis shook with laughter.

“What?” he asked. “What’s so funny, Mavis? I think it makes me sound important.”

“It’s not funny. It’s just a really big name. Can we shorten it to Bart?”

“Yeah, I can be Bart.”

They arrived at the Seaquarium and parked as they watched the buses unloading. The school knew Mavis would be driving herself. She’d found someone to cover her cafeteria shift and told the other chaperones she would be meeting them with her friend’s grandson. It wasn’t an issue. There were plenty of adults to supervise on the buses.

Grunt put on the baseball cap Grizz had insisted he wear today. He leaned up to look over the dashboard. Mavis knew who he was looking for. They spotted her immediately. Ginny. She was walking with another girl toward a larger group of kids. She was wearing a pink shirt, a long flowery skirt with sandals, and a big floppy hat. It wasn’t just the outfit that caused her to stand out among the other girls. It was the way she carried herself.
She’s had to grow up awfully fast and it shows.
Mavis recognized the outfit as one she’d passed on to Ginny from her fictional neighbor’s granddaughter.
Poor kid. I haven’t seen her wearing anything except the clothes I’ve been giving her.
And yes, Mavis had to agree. She looked more like a Ginny now than a Gwinny.

Mavis looked over at Grunt, then back at the kids who were now pouring out of the buses. He’d had a growth spurt and was much bigger than them. She hoped he didn’t stand out too much.
Dear Heaven, please don’t let this be a huge mistake.

Thirty minutes later, they were divided into groups and following their chaperones as they headed into the venue. Mavis made sure she stayed as far back from Ginny’s group as possible.