Page 70 of Shadows Reel

“Like I’ll be able to sleep,” Joe said.

“Me either.”

If Marybeth’s speculation was correct, he thought, the gargoyle and his toadie could have come to their house the night before when everyone was sleeping. Instead, they’d gone to Lola’s trailer. It had been a close call.

Marybeth was thinking along the same lines. “If I hadn’t dropped those books off to Lola, she might still be alive.”

“Don’t say that. If you hadn’t,youmight have been targeted.”

They looked into each other’s eyes, each running would-have, could-have instances through their heads. There was no reason to say them out loud. They’d been together so many years it was no longer necessary.

Finally, Marybeth said, “What is it about that album that would motivate someone to kill for it?”

Joe shrugged.

Marybeth stood up and hugged herself against the cold. “I think I’ll go back inside and pour myself a big glass of wine.”

“Good idea. I’ll be right behind you. But I’m going to walk our tree line first just to make myself feel like we’re safe tonight.”

“Take Daisy.”

“Of course.”

She turned to him with a sad smile. “Is this the worst Thanksgiving we’ve ever had?”

“Yup.”

—

Flashlight in handand Daisy snuffling the grass, Joe walked the tree line at the edge of the property. He saw nothing of note except the cow moose lurking in the dark timber. Her eyes glowed back like two orange sparks in the beam.

Daisy stopped abruptly at a game trail that wound out of the trees from the woods. She braced her legs stiffly and her tail shot back and forth like a metronome. It was the stance she took when she narrowed in on a game bird hidden in the brush.

The gargoyle had left his scent, Joe thought. He’d used thegame trail to walk through the forest from the county road to their house that morning.

Joe swept the trees with light, but no one was there. Then he called Deputy Tom Bass. Since Bass was the rookie in the department, Joe asked, “Are you on duty tonight?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“Doing time at the newest crime scene?”

“Affirmative,” Bass said. Bass was new enough, Joe thought, that he still spoke in radio jargon rather than simply saying yes.

“Could I ask you a favor?” Joe said. “Could you swing by my house a few times tonight and let me know if you see anything suspicious? Like a guy on foot in the trees?”

Bass hesitated. Then: “Sure, I could do that.”

“Keep an eye on the county road for parked SUVs as well.”

“What’s going on?”

“It’s just a precaution. You might have heard that my wife saw someone on our place this morning. We don’t want him to come back.”

Joe didn’t want to explain yet the possible connections between the gargoyle and what happened to Lola, and certainly not to Bert Kizer or a wild theory involving a Nazi photo album.

“Will do,” Bass said. “Over.”

“Over,” Joe said.