His living room looked as if it had been decorated by a taxidermist with delusions of grandeur. Deer heads, a moose head, a bobcat, and a baby bear stared at me with glass eyes. A flat high-definition TV screen not quite as large as a billboard occupied most of the wall beside the front door, and in its light spill I saw a sagging sofa and a cracked recliner, with small tables beside each of them cluttered with stuffed weasels, a family of rabbits, and a skunk. I imagined that I could smell it, but the sour air was really just full of the odors of dust, old wood, and moldy hides.
Grinder half-sat, half-lay in the recliner. Lucy, an obese woman of fiftyâI assumed she was his wife, but Grinder had just introduced her with âThisâs Lucyââwas on the far end of the couch, wrapped in a flower-patterned house dress and munching stolidly on popcorn. They had been watching a show about a snotty young guy who faked being a psychic and showed up the ordinary cops. They didnât look away from the screen as I talked to them, but Grinder, at least, answered my questions.
âThe woman that found him? Her nameâs Tammy, Tammy Ehrlman. Lives in Riverton. Her old man isâwhat is he, Lucy?â
âTown selectman,â Lucy said. âTammyâs a good girl.â
âIs she in the phone book?â
He flipped a hand toward an end table. A Princess phone, a real antique of the sort that shows up on eBay, sat atop a dogeared and oil-stained local telephone directory. I opened it and squinted in the light of the TV until I found a listing for Ehrlman. I took out my cell phone and dialed it. A man answered.
âIs Tammy there?â I asked.
âWhoâs calling?â His tone sounded more bored than protective.
âMy name is Oakley Tyler. I was a friend of Jeremiah Smithâs.â
A pause, then, âTammy canât come to the phone, Mr. Tyler. Sheâs sedated. Got all shook up finding him there, so she took a sleeping pill and went to bed. She needs to sleep it off.â
âCan you tell me if she was driving her own car when she found Mr. Smith?â
âShe was.â
âDoes it have Vermont plates?â
âWhat? Sure. And the tagâs current.â
âDoes anyone in the household have out-of-state plates?â
âWhat?â he asked again. âNo. Why?â
âIâm trying to locate a possible witness,â I said.
âWell, I think youâd need more to go on than that,â he said. âLook, I donât know of anybody around here who drives a car with out-of-state plates, OK? If you want to talk to Tammy, sheâll be at work in the morning.â
He hung up on me. Before I could put my phone back in my pocket, Lucyâs moon face turned toward me, her eyes wide. âWhat about out-of-state license plates?â
âI had a lead that a car seen near the site of the accident had out-of-state plates.â
âCanât be anybody from here. You live here, you got to get Vermont plates.â She creased her forehead. âI donât get out much. Bill, you seen anybody driving around town with out-of-state plates?â
âShit, no,â he said. The show broke for a commercial. Grinder frowned at Lucy and said, âYou got to talk all the damn time? Whynât you haul your ass back up the street and watch your own damn TV?â
She gave him an indignant look. âYou invited me over! I made dinner for you and Jeremiah.â
âAnd we ate it, didnât we? You want a medal?â
âI want you to answer this manâs question,â she said. âStop stalling, Bill. Anybody around here driving with out-of-state plates?â
He glared at her, but he said, âI see âem all the time. People coming up for the skiing, or the fall colors. Go hiking in the summer.â He turned to me. âGuess you ainât figured out that this is kind of a tourist town.
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