The Innocent (22 page)

He stared at her.

“Partners, remember our deal? We find out who killed my parents?”

“I remember. And I’m working on it.”

“I know you are. But
I
want to work on it too. I gave you that list. What have you done with it so far?”

“Going to run it down.”

“Good,” she said, pulling on her hoodie. “I’m ready to go.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“And I don’t think it’s a good idea me just sitting here on my ass doing nothing except looking through a telescope. So either I go with you or I go on my own. Either way, I’m going.”

Robie sighed and opened the door for her. “But you let me handle the questions,” he said.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she answered.

Liar
, thought Robie.

T
HEY SAT IN
Robie’s rental and watched her parents’ duplex.

Julie squirmed a bit and said, “Exactly how is this getting us anywhere?”

“We’re seeing if anyone interesting shows up. I’ll give it another half hour and we’ll move on.”

“This is busy work, right? You’re trying to make me so bored I’ll quit and go back and sit at the apartment, right?”

“Are you always so skeptical of everyone?”

“Pretty much, yeah. And are you telling me you’re not skeptical?”

“Within reason.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Forget it.”

He looked out his window and watched as a stray cat skittered down the sidewalk. A few drops of rain started to fall and the animal picked up its pace, disappearing down an alley.

“How long had your parents lived here?”

“About two years. Longest we lived anywhere.”

He glanced over at her. “So give me the short version of your life.”

“Not much to tell.”

“It might help the investigation.”

“I just remembered something. Something my mom said when the guy with the gun was there.”

“What?”

“When the guy started to come after me my mom said, ‘She doesn’t know anything.’ ”

Robie sat up straighter and his grip tightened on the wheel. “How did you forget to tell me that?”

“I don’t know. Just being back here and seeing the house made me think of it.”

“She told the guy that you didn’t know know anything,” said Robie. “Which implies that your mom
did
know something. And before you said the guy asked your dad what he knew.”

“I see where you’re going with this. So now somebody thinks I know it too, despite what my mom said. But if the guy who was after me died in the explosion?”

“Doesn’t matter. He would have communicated to whomever he was working for.”

“Maybe he was a loner?”

“Don’t think so.”

“Why?”

“He wasn’t the type. I can tell. And besides, someone removed your parents’ bodies and blew up that bus. And it wasn’t him. He wouldn’t have had time or the opportunity.”

“Why would they blow up the bus? If they were trying to kill me, I wasn’t on it.”

“But they might not have known that. Let’s say someone fired an incendiary round into the tank on the side opposite from the door. The windows on the bus were tinted. They might not have known we had gotten off the bus. They were making sure of things just in case their guy on the scene failed, which he did.”

“Do you think they still believe I’m dead?”

“Doubtful. These people apparently have a lot of resources. We have to assume they know you’re alive.”

Julie looked out the window. “What could my parents have gotten into?”

“Let’s track their days a little bit and see if anything comes up.”

“Where to first?”

“The diner where your mom worked. Give me directions.”

Using Julie as the navigator, Robie drove over to the diner, which was only a short distance away. He pulled the Volvo to a stop at the
curb about a block down and on the other side of the street from the diner.

He cut the engine. “They know you there, right?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“So I’m not sure it’s smart for you to be seen there.”

“So I just sit in the car by myself? That was not part of the deal.”

“The plan is ever-evolving depending on conditions on the ground.”

He reached into the backseat and pulled out the bag he’d taken from his apartment. He slid out a pair of binoculars.

“Here’s the plan. I go in and ask some questions. You keep a lookout. Anybody seems to be paying me too much attention, take his picture with your camera.”

“How will you explain why you’re asking questions in the diner?”

He reached into the bag again and pulled out two power packs, an earwig, and a headset. He handed the latter to her.

“You’re command central. You speak into that, I’ll be able to hear you in there but no one else will, okay? And you’ll be able to hear everything from in there clearly. You feed me information as you see fit. Okay?”

Julie smiled. “Okay. Cool.”

He put on his earwig, powered up his pack, and clipped it onto his belt, where it was covered by his jacket He got out and then leaned back in.

“Anything looks weird, you feel bad vibes, just say, ‘Come,’ and I’ll be here in five seconds, okay?”

“Okay.”

He shut the door, looked left and right, and then headed to the diner.

Through the binoculars Julie watched him every step of the way.

R
OBIE DROPPED ONTO
a free stool and picked up a dingy menu from a rack on the countertop. A waitress in a frayed blue uniform with a not overly clean apron over it faced him. A pencil was stuck behind her right ear. She was about fifty, wide in the hips, with gray roots running through her otherwise blonde hair.

“What can I get you?” she asked.

“Cup of black coffee to start.”

“Coming up. I just put on a fresh pot.”

In Robie’s ear Julie said, “Her name is Cheryl Kosmann. She’s my mom’s friend. She’s a good person.”

Robie nodded slightly to show he’d gotten the info.

Cheryl brought his cup of coffee and set it down. “You look like you could use some meat on your bones. Our meatloaf is really good. Sticks to your ribs. Lord knows I’ve had enough of it. Haven’t seen my ribs for about twenty years.” She laughed.

“You’re Cheryl Kosmann?”

The laugh caught in her throat. “Who wants to know?”

Robie pulled out his cred pack, flashed first the badge and then the ID card.

Cheryl stiffened. “Am I in trouble?”

“Should you be?”

“Not unless working your ass off for pennies is a crime.”

“No, you’re not in trouble, Ms. Kosmann.”

“Just make it Cheryl. I know this is a four-star fancy place, but we try to keep things informal.”

“How long you worked here?”

“Too long. Came here out of high school to work one summer and here I am all these years later. If I think about it too much I start to cry. I know where my life went. Right in the crapper.”

Robie pulled out the picture of Julie and her parents, which he’d taken from the duplex.

“What can you tell me about these folks?”

Kosmann glanced at the photo. “You’re interested in the Gettys? Why? Are they in trouble?”

“Again, any reason you know of why they should be?”

“No, they’re just good people who got into some bad stuff and never could find their way back out. That little girl of theirs is something, a real piece of work. Now, I mean that in a good way. If she had half a chance in life she’d make something of herself. Smart as a whip she is. Gets real good grades in school. She works hard at it. Many the times she’s been here with books piled high. Tried to help her once on a math problem. That was a joke. I can barely add up numbers on a customer’s bill. But Julie is special. I love that girl.”

“But she’s in foster care.”

“Well, she is and she isn’t. Sara, that’s her mom, does all she can to get her back each time.”

“And her dad?”

“Curtis loves her too, but the man is a mess. Too many coke snorts, if you ask me. After a while how much brain do you have left, right? Even Einstein would be a dumbass with that much white stuff up there.”

“When was the last time you saw any of them?”

Kosmann folded her arms across her chest. “Funny you should ask that. Sara was supposed to work today, but she never came in. Never called. Not like her either, well, unless something had happened.”

“Like a binge maybe?” suggested Robie.

“Or Curtis couldn’t get out of bed and she had to take care of him. I expect she’ll be in tomorrow.”

No she won’t
, thought Robie.

In his ear he heard Julie sniffle.

“Does the owner put up with that?”

“The owner is a three-time loser who’s done his share of drugs. He understands the mindset. He lets her slide. But when she’s here, nobody works harder.”

“So the last time she was here?”

“Day before yesterday. She had yesterday off. Her shift was over at six. She’d pulled twelve hours at that point. On your feet all day is a real bitch. Curtis came to walk her home.”

“From his job?”

“Right, a warehouse about five minutes from here. He walked her home a lot. Didn’t think the streets around here were safe, and sometimes they’re not. I thought it was sweet. He really loved her and she really loved him. They had absolutely nothing. Lived in a dump. No car. No savings. No retirement. Well, they did have Julie. That’s something for sure. They wanted the best for her. Didn’t want her to end up like them. Paid every last penny they had and then some to get her into a gifted and talented program at a really good school. Sara worked extra hours here all the time to help pay for the tuition. We had lots of chats about that when we were working the same shift. And Curtis pulled extra hours at the warehouse. He was a druggie, but he could work hard when he wanted to. And for his little girl he wanted to.”

In his ear Robie heard Julie breathing fast and hard.

His hand reached down to the power pack on his belt and he turned it off.

“You see Julie a lot?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah. Like I said, she’d sit at a booth or here at the counter and do her homework while her mom finished her shift. Then the three of them would walk home together.”

“When she wasn’t in foster care?”

“Right. I know. It seems like she was more in foster care than not.”

“You see anybody hanging around here the last few weeks you didn’t recognize?”

Kosmann frowned. “Look, has something happened to Sara, or Curtis or Julie?”

“I’m just here collecting information.”

“Your badge said DCIS.”

Robie was surprised at this. Most people never focused on the actual insignia.

“You know the agency?”

“We got some veterans who are regulars here. One was with DCIS, so I know the symbol. But what’s the connection to the Gettys? Neither Curtis nor Sara was in the service, at least that I know of.”

“Again, I’m just collecting information. Did either of them seem edgy or concerned when you saw them lately?”

“Something has happened to them, hasn’t it?” Kosmann looked like she might start crying. Several patrons at other tables glanced at them.

“Cheryl, I’m just here doing my job. And if you don’t want to answer my questions, that’s fine. Or we can do it another time.”

“No, no, it’s okay.” She wiped her eyes with a napkin and collected herself. “But I think I’m going to have some coffee too, to steady my nerves.”

He waited while she poured herself a cup and returned to stand in front of him.

“Edgy, or concerned?” prompted Robie.

“Now that you mention it, yeah. At least Sara. I don’t know about Curtis. He’s always edgy and looks ready to jump out of his skin all the time. But that’s just the drugs talking.”

“Did you ever ask Sara what was bothering her?”

“No, I never did. I figured it was either Curtis or maybe losing Julie to foster care again. There was nothing I could do about any of it.”

“She mention any names? Take any phone calls here that seemed out of the ordinary?”

“No.”

“Her last day here did anything unusual happen?”