Текст книги "Tin City Tinder"

Автор книги: David Macinnis Gill

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“Who?”

“The woman who died. Mrs. Vega. Turns out she wasn’t Mexican. She was from Guatemala.”

“What difference does that make?”

“The way I see it, if you’re going to let somebody die for being Mexican, you should at least make sure they’re from Mexico. Or do they all look alike to Eugene and you?”

Dewayne balled up a fist. He swung hard, and I ducked, but Dewayne wasn’t aiming for me.

His fist slammed into a locker and left a dent.

A trickle of blood ran between his fingers.

I decided to push my luck. “You say you’re sorry, Dewayne. Prove it. Come with me to the Sheriff’s office and tell him what your boys did to Luigi. Tell him about the boys terrorizing the Latinos.”

Dewayne shook his head. “You must want me in the graveyard, because that’s where I’d be if Eugene found out.”

“The sheriff can—“

“Eugene’s the only kin I got left. My whole family was firefighters. My granddaddy and daddy both died trying in the line of duty. There ain’t nothing like seeing the fire marshal’s white car pull into your driveway, instead of your daddy’s truck. You think you got it all figured out, Childress, but it ain’t so easy to be a hero.”

5

After my morning class, my cell rang. I answered, expecting it to be Cedar. I was disappointed when my grandfather’s voice came through the speaker.

“Meet me at the jail,” he said.

“Thought you were out of jail.”

“I’m going back for a visit.”

“I have a test at noon.”

“You studied for it?”

“For three hours.”

“Then meet me at the jail. It won’t take but a few minutes, and you’re the only one he’ll talk to.”

“Who?”

“Stumpy Meeks.”

Twenty minutes later, Abner led me to the visitors’ area of the county jail. There was a bank of windows, complete with dark green phones for talking to the prisoners. The prisoner in this case was Stumpy, who looked like he’d been put through the wringer.

As Abner pulled heavy metal chairs in front of the glass, I was stunned by how the man had changed. Stumpy had never been a model of good grooming. Now, he looked like a man who had gone feral and spent his time wallowing in the mud. His hair was thick and matted, his head caked with black dirt, and there were red welts on his forehead and neck. The blindingly orange inmate jumpsuit he wore didn’t help, either. Nor did the fact that it fit him like an oversized tent.

Abner yelled through a vent in the glass. “You look like death warmed over. Good god, man. Didn’t they bathe you?”

Stumpy blinked slowly. “Do I know you, old man?”

“He’s my grandfather, Abner Zickafoose. He’s here to help.”

Abner leaned down to the vent. “You got a lawyer yet? You didn’t talk to the cops, did you?”

“Sure, I did,” Stumpy said. “I told them to kiss my ass and get Mr. Childress here.”

“Why me?” I asked.

“Cause you’re the only one who believes I didn’t burn that house.”

“Of course, you didn’t.” Abner said. “Anybody with any sense would know that. The thing is, there’s not a lick of sense to be had in this county. So you need an attorney.”

“Like I got the money for a lawyer. Ain’t got two cents to my name.”

“The court will appoint one for you,” I said. “He can petition the court to lower your bail.”

“You actually believe that?” Stumpy laughed. “Shoot, they’re going to let me rot under the jail.”

It was hard to argue with a man wearing swamp mud for makeup. “At least give it a try.”

Abner took the phone. He spoke softly, so that the jailer couldn’t hear. “Why did you take the chemicals out of the school storeroom?”

Stumpy jerked slightly, and his mouth turned down. “How’d you know about that?”

“You just told me,” Abner said. “Got an answer to my question?”

“They’ll kill me.”

“Who?” I asked.

“Ain’t as stupid as I look. Folks like this, you don’t mess with.”

“That’s why you’ve been hiding out in the swamps?” Abner said. “You’re afraid?”

“You’d be afraid, too, old man.” He chewed on a piece of dead skin on his thumb. “Between you, me, and the wall, I got myself into a bad spot. To get out of it, I had to do this…thing. I had to take a few things from the storeroom and then leave them in the janitor’s closet for pick up. But that’s all.”

“Who picked up the chemicals?”

“You think I’m stupid?”

“Who asked you to steal them?”

“Y’know, now that I think about it,” Stumpy said, “maybe it’d be good idea if I was to stop talking.”

I took the phone from Abner. “Listen to me, Stumpy. We can help, but you have to help us prove you’re innocent.”

“That’s the problem. I ain’t innocent.” Stumpy signaled the jailer. “I’m guilty as sin.”

6

“That didn’t go as planned,” I told Abner as we walked down a long concrete corridor to the waiting area.

 “I wish he’d told us more about the chemicals,” Abner said. “That’s the key to solving this thing.”

I signed out at the jailer’s desk. “He’s just afraid. I would be too, if they were accusing me of arson.”

“The arson charge isn’t scaring him. He knows he’s not guilty. There’s something more going on here.”

The jailer buzzed the door, and we walked into the waiting room. “Don’t you think Hoyt is going to be pissed about you investigating?”

“What Hoyt doesn’t know won’t hurt him. He can arrest me again if he wants, but the charges won’t stick. He’s just trying to scare an old man.”

“But why? You’re helping him solve the case.”

“Some men,” Abner said, “don’t want to be helped.”

I tailed Abner out. “So, what leads do we follow now?”

“You interviewed that band teacher, right?”

“Not yet. Eugene Loach—”

“Loach. That name keeps coming up, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Doc,” I said, “It does.”

“He’s got nothing to with this case, Boone. Leave him to the experts.”

“Whatever you say, Doc.”

But I had no intention of letting Abner throw me off the trail. Stumpy Meeks was counting on me. The chemicals stolen from the schools were all alkali metals. Highly reactive. Highly volatile. Very difficult to remove once they were handled. Easily discovered with spectra analysis. I had to get Eugene near a spectra analysis machine. Obviously, that wasn’t going to work. I needed a lord high substitute, something capable of identifying minute traces of alkali metals.

We reached the main entrance to the jail area. I opened the door for Abner again, and in walked a middle-aged woman wearing heavy sunglasses and a kerchief over her hair.

“Dr. K?” I said.

“Oh!” she said. “Boone! I didn’t see you there. Good heavens, what are you doing here?”

“Visiting Stumpy Meeks.”

“Stumpy? You mean Henry.” Her mouth pinched so tightly, her lips disappeared. “How, how do you know Henry?”

“We’re friends. Sort of. He asked me to come down. They’re trying to charge him with arson. He doesn’t have a lawyer.”

“He certainly does now.” Her shoulders drew back, and her spine straightened. “I’ve seen to it.”

“So you’re friends with Stumpy?”

“Not really.” She removed the sunglasses. She’d been crying. “Henry Meeks is my brother, and I’m here to see me through this ordeal. We Blevinses always stick together.”

“Wait,” I said. “His last name is Meeks.”

“Henry is my half-brother,” she said and excused herself.

As we walked across the parking lot, my mind reeled with the implications of what my science professor had just revealed. If she and Stumpy were half brothers, then so were Stumpy and Mr. Blevins. That meant that Stumpy had an interest in the same property that Blevins had sold to Landis.

Funny, Stumpy didn’t look like someone who had recently inherited valuable property.

“That was interesting,” I said as we climbed into Abner’s Range Rover.

“Downright peculiar,” Abner agreed. “But it does make your job easier.”

“How so?”

“There’s no reason for you to interview the band teacher. I just found out all I needed to know.”

“Great. Now, I can go after Loach.”

“No, leave Loach to the—“

“Experts. I know.”

Luckily, the US Government and the United States Navy both thought I was an expert at gathering intelligence.

I had the service medal to prove it.

7

“You need to borrow my what?” Cedar asked me a few hours later.

We were on the courthouse green, where volunteers were setting up tents for the YamFest vendor fair. My mom had reserved three booths for the fair—one for her vet practice, one for Lamar’s business, and one for the Allegheny County Historical Society. The Society had launched a petition against the Tin City development, and they were hoping to collect hundreds of signatures to stop the re-interment of the cemetery.

“Your nose.”

Cedar clapped a hand over her face. “No way.”

“Not your nose, you’re N.O.S.E. Your device for detecting smells. I need it to gather evidence against Eugene Loach.”

“Just teasing.” She said. “I knew what you meant. But seriously? You’ve got Loach on the brain.”

“What if I told you that he is a serial arsonist and that I need to find traces of alkali metals on his person to prove it?”

“Alkali? That’s like sodium and lithium.”

“And potassium, rubidium, cesium, except for francium.”

“Which hardly exists on Earth. I know. So you’re looking for all of them?”

“Sodium, definitely. Maybe others. The chemicals in the school lab.”

“The one’s that were stolen?”

“Bingo.”

“You think Eugene Loach stole them?”

“Bingo.”

“And you think Eugene Loach is suddenly smart enough to use alkali metals without blowing himself up?” she asked. “If you say bingo, I’m never kissing you again.”

“Bin—“

“Boone!”

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself. No, Loach isn’t smart enough. Stumpy admitted that he himself stole the chemicals and left them for someone else to pick up.”

“And based on this crackpot theory, you’d like to borrow my research experiment, a project that I’ve worked on for months, for hundreds of hours developing the software, the N.O.S.E device, calibrating data, and crunching numbers?”

“Yes?

“No.”

“No?”

“No. Absolutely not. You’re not holding it up to a redneck version of Bigfoot and risk getting it crushed. Besides, it’s too unwieldy. I use a shopping cart to transport it.”

“I hadn’t thought of that.”

“I do have another idea.”

“Oh?”

She whistled. “Chigger! Here, boy!”

The beagle bounded out of her VW, which was parked on the green near the stature of General Allegheny. He raced across the grass, zigzagging through the rows of metal folding chairs, until he reached us.

“Here,” Cedar said, rubbing the dog’s ears, “is your answer.”

“Chigger?”

“Hello? Five million scent receptors and trained by US Customs to detect bombs.”

“Chigger flunked out of bomb sniffing school.”

“Only because he was too aggressive around men,” she said. “Don’t besmirch the name of my dog.”

“Besmirch?”

“Didn’t you get the memo? Girls with extensive vocabularies are hot.”

Okay, what signal was she sending? Play it cool? Be open and honest with my feelings? Just blurt it out? Yeah, that had worked so well before. “Cedar, about the other night. When I said…that thing.”

“What about the other night?” she said with a straight face.

So that’s how we’re going to play it? At least she was still speaking to me, instead of giving me the heave-ho.

“Chigger will be great,” I said, changing the subject. “Thanks for the offer. Really. I’ll be glad to have him.”

“You should act quickly, then, Bonne-san.” Luigi walked up to the booth, wearing oversized earphones. He carried an object shaped like a tuning fork in one hand and an ergonomic mouse in the other. “I heard your discussion and thought that I could aid you.”

“You heard us?” I said. “Where were you?”

“At Red Fox Java enjoying an iced milk and tea.” He raised the tuning fork. “I listened to you with this.”

“What is this, exactly?” Cedar asked.

“It’s his research project.”

“Hai, hai,” Luigi said. “A small part of it. It allows me to isolate conversations from hundreds of meters away. I am awesome at dropping eaves.”

“Eavesdropping” I said. “Wait, I have an idea.” I pointed to the corner were Eugene Loach had gathered with Atamasco Company for the parade. “Can you hear those guys talking?”

Luigi pushed his glasses up with his middle finger. “Just like standing next to them.”

“Perfect!” I said. “Okay, here’s the plan.”

8

The YamFest parade was a big deal. Over two hundred organizations, clubs, businesses, departments, and schools marched the route. There were so many people involved, I wondered how there was anyone left in town to watch it. The streets of Galax were virtually deserted, so Cedar and I had no trouble running parallel with the parade.

We trotted at first, and the beagle pulled Cedar along. We lengthened our strides and turned on Fremont to cross ahead of the parade. As we crossed on the WALK sign, the dog padded along, his attention focused on the yummy smells that decorated the sidewalks.

The Atamasco VFW was number three in line for the parade, while the Allegheny house was near the end, number one hundred seventy three. As we ran with Chigger to catch up with the Atamasco firefighters, we passed several vollies from my own firehouse.

“Time to get into position,” I told Cedar. “You and Chigger stay here. Wait for Luigi’s order.”

“Yes sir!” She saluted as Chigger pulled on the leash. He wanted to keep running. “Behave!”

“He’ll do great!”

“I meant you, not the dog!”

Turning the corner of Third and Palmetto, the Atamasco VFW, came into view. There were nineteen firefighters in brown and yellow turnouts lead by the fire captain’s yellow truck. The parade led them down the rivulet of Third Street to the wide channels of downtown.

The parade turned the corner onto Palmetto Street. The tanker truck sounded its siren. On the corner of Second Street, we passed the public library building and neared the green.

“Luigi,” I said into my mic, “tell Cedar to cross the street.”

Through the ear bud Luigi had given us, I heard him give the order.

Cedar acknowledged it.

I blew my nose into my handkerchief.

It was the signal.

“Let’s go, Chigger,” Cedar said, her voice coming into my ear bud.

Minutes later, Eugene Loach’s company marched past the public library. Loach was turned waving to the crowd when Cedar crashed into his hip, knocking him flat on the pavement.

Cedar dropped knees-first on top of Eugene, pinning him to the ground.

“Get off me!” Eugene bellowed. “You crazy bitch!”

“Sorry,” Cedar said, “trying to catch my dog. Chigger!”

“Lucky you’re a girl,” he said. “Or there’d be some ass kicking right here.”

“Sorry,” Cedar said again.

The other Atamasco firefighters stopped short, and Chigger raced between their legs until he found Cedar. He leaped into her arms, and she held him still long enough to get a good, long sniff of Eugene Loach’s body odor.

Chigger barked and growled, signaling the presence of sodium.

I pumped my fist. Yes! Loach was the perpetrator.

“Get that mutt away from me!” Eugene yelled.

“Sorry officer.” Cedar backed up to the curb. “He gets a little wacky in crowds.”

“I ain’t no cop,” Eugene growled. “I’m a goddamn firefighter.”

Loach was a lot of other things, too. One of them was arsonist.

The other was cold blooded killer.

9

A few minutes later, I met Cedar on the front steps of the public library.

“Yes!” I leaned down to rub Chigger’s ears. “Good boy, you caught the bad man. Yes, you did.”

“No, he didn’t,” Cedar said.

I laughed, thinking she was teasing. “But he snarled at Eugene. You said he got aggressive when he detected a smell.”

“No,” she said. “He sits when he detects bomb materials. He snarls when someone’s threatening me.”

“You mean—“

“Eugene Loach isn’t your bomber.”

10

“You look bummed.” Cedar set her iced tea on the metal table and pulled up a chair to join me and Luigi at Red Fox Java’s patio.

 The parade inch past us. With almost two hundred groups marching, it would take over an hour to finish, and we were stuck downtown until it was over. With Loach off the list of prime suspects, the case had reached a dead end.

“I’m disappointed,” I said. “I thought the crime was solved.”

“You sound like Nancy Drew,” Cedar said.

“Ahem.”

“The Hardy Boys then.”

“That’s not much better.”

Luigi looked at them with a curious expression. “Is this an obscure American cultural reference?”

“Quaint is a better word.” Cedar scratched Chigger’s ears. The dog was sunning himself on the patio, defying Mercer’s ban on animals. “The Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew were books about young detectives.”

“Ah,” Luigi said. “Why is this relevant?”

“Boone has read them all,” she said. “He always wanted to be a sleuth.”

“A fact that has nothing to do with this situation.” I took a long sip of iced tea. How could I explain that I felt personally responsible for Mrs. Vega’s death? Finding the arsonist was the only way to wipe the slate clean. “It’s something I have to do.”

“So what’s the plan now?” Cedar said.

“I have no idea.” I saw Eugene Loach and his boys approaching. “Here comes trouble.”

“Look what we got here, boys,” Eugene said. “A flaming liberal and his foreigner butt buddy.”

Luigi watched as Eugene passed the table. His eyes narrowed, and for the first time, I saw a certain look on his face, a mixture of disgust and anger. “There is a word in Japan for men like you. We call them baka yaro.”

“Means evil white man, right?” Loach said.

“No,” Luigi said. “It means stupid bastard.”

Cedar laughed.

“Think that’s funny, huh?” Loach reached over the iron banister and grabbed Chigger by the scruff. “You ain’t so tough now, are you, pooch. Huh? Huh?”

Chigger growled and showed his teeth. Cedar threw back her chair and locked onto Eugene’s arm.

“Let go of my dog, you stupid, fucking, inbred redneck asshole!” She grabbed the glass of iced tea and threw it into the Loach’s face. “Now!”

Eugene blocked the glass with his left and threw Chigger with his right.

I moved without thinking.

Leapt like a wide receiver going for an overthrown pass, fingertips extended.

Chigger fell into my hands, still snarling, as the dive carried me over the banister. My elbows hit the asphalt, and the pavement ripped my skin wide open.

Chigger jumped free.

Just as a horn sounded.

Fire truck!

Bearing down on me.

Twenty feet away.

The tires are bald, I thought and pulled my legs off the banister. I felt another rip as I fell back against the railing.

The firetruck’s brakes filled the air with metallic smoke. It jerked to a stop, inches from where my head had been.

Before I could thank my lucky stars, I heard Chigger growl.

“Luigi!” Cedar screamed. “Asshole! Let him go!”

Ronnie had Luigi in a headlock, and Donnie was trying to pull down his pants. Luigi kicked like a pissed off mule, yelling in Japanese and pounding Ronnie with his fists while Cedar hammered his back.

Eugene was laughing.

“You think that’s funny?” I grabbed a chair and was deciding which moron to lay out first when I heard Lamar yell.

“What the Hell is going on here?” Lamar hopped off the Allegheny tanker truck. He had my hooligan tool, and he carried it like a club. “Loach! Tell your boys to lay off before I tear them a new asshole!”

 “Lamar, stand down!” I said, “I can handle these guys! Ronnie! Donnie! Back off!”

Surprised by the command, Lamar complied. So did Ronnie and Donnie, without any word from Eugene. They put Luigi on the ground.

“We was just having a little fun," Ronnie said.

“Go have it elsewhere,” I said, and they stepped back, holding up their hands.

That left only Eugene.

“You ain’t my daddy,” Eugene grabbed Cedar and growled at me. “You ain’t my boss. You ain’t the law. Where you get off telling me what to do?”

I took the hooligan from Lamar. Held the tool lightly in my hands, ready for anything. “Get your filthy hands off my girlfriend, Loach.”

“You want her?” Eugene pushed Cedar toward me. “You can have her.”

I caught her in one arm. “You okay?” I asked Cedar.

“I’m okay,” she said.

“You got your little girlfriend,” Eugene said. “We’re done here.”

“Not even close,” I said. “You let a human being die in a fire.”

“Like hell. That Mexican women was dead meat the minute the house blew.”

“You knew the house blew,” I said, “which means you got there in time, but you didn’t try a rescue. Admit it.”

“Yeah, so what? I’m tired of working my ass off to pay taxes so the government can spend it all on foreigners.” Eugene spat chewing tobacco between his teeth. “You expect me to risk the lives of three white men for one old wet back?”

I swung the blunt end of the tool up in an arc, connecting with the tip of Loach’s chin. The force of the blow traveled to the edge of the mandible, striking the cerebral nerve. He was out cold before his carcass fell backward onto a metal table, rolled, and landed on the concrete sidewalk.

Then I whirled, bringing the lance tip of the hooligan to bear, and pointed it at Ronnie, who looked like he had swallowed a cow patty. “It’s a different ballgame when your victim can't fight back, isn’t it?”

“Now don’t do something you’ll regret,” Donnie said.

 “I won’t regret it!”

“Yes, son, you will.” Lamar grabbed the hooligan. His hand was strong and his voice steady.

My hands began to shake, and I let him take the hooligan away.

“Ronnie and Donnie,” he said. “Get the hell out of here.”

He didn’t have to say it twice. They left Eugene were he lay and high-tailed it across the green.

Lamar radioed Julia to send the EMTs over. “We’ve got a Caucasian male, late twenties, possible head injuries.”

As Lamar checked on Eugene, I hugged Cedar, who was holding Chigger in her lap, scratching his ears. The dog had given up chewing on Eugene’s pants, but he had the proud look of a David who had just taken down Goliath.

A flock of customers surrounded us, patting Cedar’s hand, offering her free drinks, which she gladly accepted.

Through the mass of bodies, I caught her eye. You were awesome! I mouthed.

Thanks, she answered as someone put the straw of a chai latte to her lips. “This is amazing! What flavor is it?”

Lamar stayed at Eugene’s side until the EMTs arrived. They got there two minutes before Sheriff Hoyt and Deputy Mercer pulled up in their prowlers.

Mercer was first on the scene, siren blasting, all lights on the car blinking and flashing. He parked in the street inches from the patio and bolted from his car, leaving the door open, hand on his firearm.

Hoyt parked on the opposite side of the street. He spotted Lamar in the crowd. “Who called this in?”

“I did.” Lamar gave him a quick and factual account of the situation. “The EMTs think he’s fine. They’re taking me to the emergency room for head X-rays. Don’t think they’ll find anything.”

Hoyt laughed and slapped Lamar’s back. “I expect you’re right. This sounds like a mess of paperwork, and I’ve got the job of crowning Little Miss Allegheny this year, so I’m going to hand this off to Deputy Mercer.”

I groaned.

Not him.

Anyone but him.

Luigi calmly sat at the table, checking his watch. “The Olympiad begins any minute.”

“We’ll take care of y’all.” Hoyt pointed at Mercer, who had reappeared with his little book in hand, “Pete, just get names and addresses. Don’t bother with statements. They can come by the office tomorrow. Meet me over at the bandstand when you’re through here.”

“What about the victim?” Mercer said, pointing out the gurney rolling Eugene away.

“I don’t know that victim is the right word,” Hoyt said, “but if you’re set on getting a statement, feel free to head over to the hospital once they’ve taken pictures. Enjoy the rest of the festival folks. Y’all take care.”

With a wave, he was back to the prowler. He made a three point turn, stuck a hand out the window and waved goodbye.

“Don’t anyone try to leave,” Mercer told the crowd, raising his high voice as loud as it would go. “I need information from every witness. Let’s start with the girl and the dog.”

I checked my watch. “We have to be present for Olympiad judging,” I said quietly to Lamar. “This could take forever.”

Lamar took a business card from his wallet and scribbled on the back. “Excuse me, deputy,” he said when Mercer was finished with Cedar. “We’ve got to go. Here’s my card with all my contact info. I wrote my number on the back.”

Mercer took the card. “You can’t leave until I give you permission.”

“Actually, I can. And I’m going to. Cedar and Luigi have got to get to the Olympiad, and it’s almost time for the Allegheny VFD’s turn to march in the parade.”

“I’m marching, too?” I asked.

Lamar gave my shoulder a shake. “Of course you are. You’re one of us.”

I pumped my fist. “Come on, Cedar. Luigi, you, too.”

“Hold on,” Mercer stopped Luigi. “I don’t have your info, and unless you’ve got a business card, have a seat.”

“Da-Ta!” Luigi pulled out a business card. “My pleasure.”

“This is Japanese writing.” Mercer said. “Are you trying to make a fool of me, boy?”

“The other side—“ I turned the card over. “—is in English.”

We headed out before Mercer could think of another reason to delay us, but Chigger, who usually stuck to Cedar like pine sap, plopped his butt on the patio and would not budge.

“Come on, pup.” I picked him up without a second thought. “We’re going to miss our ride.”

11

After the parade ended, I followed Cedar and Luigi to the Olympiad ceremony. Dr. K stood on a temporary stage in the small courtyard adjacent to the public library. It was an outdoor reading room, but today, the chairs were replaced by long tables, and the tables were filled with dozens of research projects.

Dr. K looked frazzled. There were dark circles under her eyes that makeup couldn’t completely mask, and her fingernails were gnawed to the quick.

She’s been chewing them, I thought. She was either nervous or very worried about something.

Luigi, Cedar, and I stood near the last row of tables, as far away from the stage was we could get so that Cedar could keep an eye on Chigger, who wasn’t allowed in the fair. So he was tied up to a maple sapling on the lawn with a chew toy and a full water bowl I had fashioned out of duct tape using Luigi’s head as a mold.

“Next,” Dr. K said into her wireless mic, “we move to the senior division of Science Olympiad, which includes undergraduate research project with a ten thousand dollar scholarship for the winner. Before we announce the awards, however, I would like to commend all of the students in this year’s competition. I must say that the quality of the work is nothing short of astonishing. Our judges were impressed, as well. It is a tad cliché, but truly, you are all winners today.”

“Just get on with it,” Cedar said, tapping a foot as she crossed her arms.

I nudged her. “Patience, young Skywalker.”

“It’s easy to relax when your keeping score in a match. But judging, that kills me.”

“And you thought ice skaters had it easy.” I turned my attention to Luigi. “How’re the breathing exercises, Zen master?”

“Americans talk too much,” Luigi said. “I do not understand why she must apologize for the competitive nature of the fair when this is a competition.”

“Good point,” I said.

Dr. K read the name of the third place winner, a girl from ACC for an experiment in using light waves to kill salmonella on vegetables.

“Second place goes to Gretchen Nunzi for—”

The applause drowned out the topic of her experiment.

“Gretchen?” I said.

“You sound surprised,” Luigi replied. “Ah, you are good at human remains, Boone-san. At human beings, not so much.”

I had to admit he was right. “That’s because bones never lie.”

“Our first place winner,” Dr. K began before she had to pause for a sip of water.

“It’s going to be some guy,” Cedar said. “A girl has never won first place.”

“Girls just won third and second place,” I said. “There’s first time for everything.”

“Finally, our first place winner is,” Dr. K said, “By A N.O.S.E: Using Synthetic Devices for Detecting Compounds, by Cedar Galloway!”

Luigi and I started clapping and whistling.

Then I realized that Cedar was clapping merrily away but not moving.

“Cedar?” I said. “They called your name.”

Slowly, she stopped clapping. “Really? Oh. Yeah. Really?”

“Really,” Luigi gave her two thumbs up. “Good job.”

I spun her around and walked her a few feet toward the stage before letting her go. She seemed to be floating. And when she bent her head to accept the gold medal, her face beamed.

“Sorry you didn’t win a medal, Luigi,” I said as he finished applauding. “I don’t understand why. Your invention is amazing.”

“Thank you, but I could not medal. I was only allowed to enter as an exhibitor.”

“What?”

“Because I am an exchange student. Olympiad is only for North Carolina residents.”

“So if you couldn’t win, why did you enter?”

“To meet hot girls.” Luigi pointed to Gretchen across the patio. “See you later, homely.”

“That’s homey.”

“That, too,” he said as he made a straight line for Gretchen.

After the announcements, parents and guests mingled around the entries to take pictures and try out some of the projects, which had been hands off before the judging.

Luigi’s wi-fi PA system was the hit of the fair, but I got to it first and quickly hijacked the signal to Dr. K’s mic.

“Attention shoppers,” I said into the Bluetooth mic, “would the owner of a pink Cadillac please move your vehicle?”

My voice filled the courtyard. On the other side near the podium, Dr. K was speaking to a group of reports. She patted her chest to check the mic. I saw her pull the mic closer to her mouth and speak, but nothing came through the system.

“This is so cool!” My voice reverberated loudly. “Sorry, Dr. K! Just testing.”

“You are like a little kid, Boone. Quit playing around and come on." Cedar untied Chigger from the tree. She walked away, expecting him to follow, but once again, he refused to budge. “That’s weird."

“He did that once before,” I said. “At Red Fox Java. Right before we left the patio. Is he okay?”

“He’s fine.” Cedar stood up slowly. “That’s just his signal. He was trained to sit until the release command.”

“Try it,” I said.

“Fish sticks,” she said, and the dog popped to his feet, ready to go.

“Holy shit!” I remembered who had been standing beside Chigger when he squatted before. “Deputy Mercer? No freaking way!”

“What about him?” Cedar said.

“Let's find Luigi,” I said. “We have an arsonist to catch.”

12

Proving that Mercer was the arsonist might be difficult, but catching the deputy would be the easy part.

Or so we thought.

Hoyt had instructed Mercer to meet back at the bandstand after he finished at the Red Fox Java. We could hear Hoyt’s gravely voice twanging over the PA system as we walked to the courthouse green.