brandished the stick. âKing! I told you to shut the fuck up!â
The dog fell silent.
Scarnum said, âWhyâd you suppose he wanted to go out alone? Who wants to go out fishing alone?â
Amos shook his head. âI didnât ask him,â he said. âWasnât my business to ask him, I thought.â
Scarnum looked at him. âDid he pay you to call in sick?â
Amos nodded his head. âSaid heâd pay me like normal if I stayed home,â he said and smiled. âI laughed at him. Told him Iâd be glad to stay home and make the same money Iâd make on the boat. Told me to keep my mouth shut about it, tell anyone who asked that I called in sick. I did. Wasnât my business. Anyone would take that deal.â
Amosâs smile went away as quickly as it had appeared. âYou can tell Angela I wouldnât mind paying the money back,â he said. âSeeing as how things ended up. It would take me a while to get it together, though. I got another one of my own on the way, but we could work it out. I donât feel too good about the money now.â
Scarnum shook his head. âIâll tell Angela what you said, but I donât think sheâd want that. I guess you held up your end of the deal. Itâs not your fault that Jimmy ⦠was the way he was. Angela donât blame you for nothing. She knows he must have been in some kind of trouble. She just wants to know what happened, and the cops arenât saying nothing.â
âWell, I donât know any more than what I told you,â said Amos. âHe wanted me to call in sick, so I did.â
âHow many times?â said Scarnum.
Amos looked at him. âFive times, I think. First time was just before Christmas.â
âDid he ever give you any kind of clue what he was doing out there on his own?â asked Scarnum.
âNope,â said Amos, and he looked down at his feet. âThey say some fellows, I wonât say who, now, but they say there are some fellows who steal lobsters from other fellowsâ traps. Coulda been something like that, I suppose. I didnât think it was any of my business.â
Scarnum held out his hand now and Amos shook it.
âYou got no cause to blame yourself for this,â said Scarnum. âI donât know what Jimmy was into but whatever it was, you didnât tell him to do it.â
When Scarnum got in the truck, Amos said, âI want you to tell Angela that if she wants for anything â some wood for the winter, some groceries, whatever â weâd be proud to help out.â
Scarnum put the truck in reverse. âIâll tell her,â he said. âThank you.â
On the way down the dirt road, a Mountie car passed him going the other way. Léger was behind the wheel. Scarnum looked out the passenger window as he drove by, but he was pretty sure the Mountie saw him.
H enri Castonguay had just put a pot of seafood stock on to boil when Scarnum stuck his head through the back door of the kitchen of Henriâs Bistro, a restaurant in an old wooden house overlooking Marriotâs Cove, not far from Chester.
â Salut, mon gars, â he said. â Quâest que tu cuisines ? Ãa pue !â
Castonguay, immaculate in kitchen whites, holding a wooden spoon, turned away from the stove and squinted. His face lit up when he saw it was Scarnum.
âHey!â he said. â Mon ami . Come in. Iâm making un bouillon de poisson , not that an uncultured Canadian like you would appreciate it.â He went to the door of the dining room and called for his wife.
âHenri, mon vieux ,â said Scarnum. â Jâai un petit problème et jâai besoin de ton aide .âHe pulled out the flask.
âBut that doesnât look like a problem,â said Henri. âThat looks like a flask. If your problem is that your flask is too full, Iâm sure I can help you.â
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