Waiting on you, around the corner.
They went around to Third Street and got in and the deputy drove two blocks to the reserved parking lot on the east side of the county courthouse. He led Hoyt down the concrete steps to the sheriff’s office in the basement, where they took him behind the front counter to a desk and charged him with misdemeanor child abuse and read him his rights. Then they booked and printed him, and afterward they led him back through a little corridor to a small windowless room. After they sat him down at a table, the deputy who’d picked him up switched on the tape recorder while another sheriff’s deputy leaned back against the door, watching.
He claimed he was teaching them discipline. He did not try to deny it. He thought well of himself for it. He told them it was the right thing. He said he was putting order into their lives. Now when do I get out of here? he said.
There’ll be a bail hearing scheduled within seventy-two hours, the deputy said. What did you whip them with?
What?
You whipped them with something. What was it?
Let me ask you something. You ever seen those kids? Walking around town? They need discipline, wouldn’t you say? And you think their folks are ever going to do it? I don’t think so. They don’t know how. Wouldn’t even know where to start. So I was doing them a favor. All of them. They’re going to thank me someday. You have to have discipline and order in this life, isn’t that right?
That’s what you think? You believe that?
Goddamn right I do.
And you think an eleven-year-old girl and a six-year-old boy need to be physically abused to learn discipline?
It didn’t hurt them. They’ll get over it.
They’re in pretty bad shape right now. They look real bad. We have pictures to prove it. How long have you been doing this?
What are you talking about? That was it. One time. It’s not like I enjoyed it. Is that what you think?
You’re sure about that.
Yeah. I’m sure. What have they been saying about me?
Who?
Those kids. You’ve been talking to them, haven’t you?
What did you hit them with?
You’re still on that.
That’s right. We’re still on it. Tell us what you used.
What difference does it make?
We’re going to know.
All right. I used my belt.
Your belt.
That’s right.
The one you’re wearing right now?
I never used the buckle end. Nobody can say I used the buckle. Is that what they’re saying?
Nobody’s saying anything. We’re asking you. We’re not talking to anybody else right now. We’re talking to you. You used something else too, didn’t you.
I might of used my hands a couple of times.
You hit them with your hands.
I might of.
You used your fists, you mean. Is that what you’re saying?
Hoyt looked at him, then at the other deputy. What if I smoke in here? he said.
You want to smoke?
Yeah.
Go ahead. Smoke.
I don’t have my cigarettes. They’re out there in the front. Let me borrow one off of you.
I don’t think so.
Then let me buy one off you.
You got any money?
You mean on me? What the hell are you talking about? You emptied my pockets when you brought me in here. You know that.
Then I guess you can’t buy any cigarette, can you.
Hoyt shook his head. Jesus Christ. What a asshole.
How’s that? the deputy said, moving toward the table. Did you say something?
Hoyt looked away. I was talking to myself.
That’s a bad habit to get into. You can get into a world of trouble doing that.