âThey donât have trouble with the law.â
âHave they come to the attention of the law?â I said.
We were driving along a two-lane highway now. There were fields with farm equipment standing idle, and occasionally a Safeway market or a Burger King. Traffic was light. Becker kept his eyes on the road.
âYou got a reason for asking?â he said.
âIâm practicing to be a detective,â I said. âPlus the family seems to be full of people who would get in trouble.â
â âCept for Penny.â
âExcept for her,â I said.
âOld manâs calmed down some, since Dolly came aboard.â
âBut before that?â
âWell. For a while he was married to the girlsâ mother. Donât remember her name right this minute. But she was a hippie.â
âLot of hippies around thirty years ago,â I said.
âYep, and thatâs when they got married. But timeschanged and she didnât. âBout ten years ago she ran off with a guy played in a rock band.â
âSo Penny would have been about fifteen.â
âYep. The other girls were a little older.â
âTheyâre two years apart,â I said. âSo theyâd have been seventeen and nineteen.â
âSee that,â Becker said. âYou been detecting more than you pretend.â
âIâm a modest guy,â I said. âHow was the divorce?â
âDonât know nothing about the divorce.â
âWas there a divorce?â
âDonât know. Not my department.â
âSo what was Clive doing between the hippie and Dolly?â
âEverything he could,â Becker said.
There was a two-wheeled horse-drawn piece of farm machinery inching along in our lane. I didnât know anything about farm machinery, but this looked as if it had something to do with hay. A black man in overalls and a felt hat was sitting up on the rig, though he didnât seem to be paying much attention. The horse appeared to be the one on duty. Becker slowed as we approached it and swerved carefully out to pass.
âBooze, women, that sort of thing?â
âA lot of both,â Becker said.
âAh, sweet bird of youth,â I said.
Becker grinned without looking at me.
âYou hang around those Clive girls, you might get younger yourself,â he said.
âWhile Cliveâs living the male fantasy life,â I said, âwhoâs looking after the girls?â
âDonât know,â Becker said.
âIs there anything in this for me?â I said. âClive screw somebodyâs wife, and somebody wants to get even? He sleep with some woman and ditch her and she wants to get even?â
âI donât pay attention to shit like that,â Becker said. âDo I look like Ann Landers?â
âYou look sort of like Archie Moore,â I said. âAnd you sound like a guy who knows things heâs not saying.â
âItâs a special talent,â Becker said.
âThe real talent is sounding like you donât know anything youâre not telling,â I said.
âI can do that,â Becker said.
âIf you want to,â I said.
Becker watched the road.
âSo why donât you want to?â
We passed a sign that read, âWelcome to Alton.â
âBecause you want me to wonder.â
Becker slowed and turned into a narrow dirt road that went under high pines, limbless the first thirty feet or so up. I remembered it from my last visit, eight years ago.
âYou want me to look into them, but you donât want it to have come from you, because it could come back and bite you in the ass.â
âClives the most powerful family in Columbia County,â Becker said, and turned off the dirt road into a wide clearing and parked near a white rail fence near the Canterbury Farms training track.
FOURTEEN
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W E DIDN â T LEARN much in Alton. An Alton
Sherryl Woods
Susan Klaus
Madelynne Ellis
Molly Bryant
Lisa Wingate
Holly Rayner
Mary Costello
Tianna Xander
James Lawless
Simon Scarrow