He put the box on the bar and then began to pick through the ring of keys he wore at his belt.
He considered what Billy had said, began to shake his head, then reconsidered. A drink really wasn't such a bad idea; it would settle both his hands and his nerves. He found the right key, popped the lock on the box, and laid the lock aside on the bar. "Okay," he said. "But if we're gonna do it, let's do it right. Chivas. Single for you, double for me." He pointed his finger at Billy. Billy flinchedhe was suddenly sure Henry was going to add: But you're coming with me. "And don't you tell your mother I let you have hard liquor in here, do you understand me?"
"Yessir," Billy said, relieved. He went quickly to get the bottle before Henry could change his mind. "I understand you piprfect."
6
Deke Bradford, the man who ran Castle Rock's biggest and most expensive operation-Public Works-was utterly disgusted.
"Nope, he's not here," he told Alan. "Hasn't been in all day.
But if you see him before I do, do me a favor and tell him he's fired."
"Why have you held onto him as long as you have, Deke?"
They were standing in the hot afternoon sunlight outside Town Garage #I. Off to the left, a Case Construction and Supply truck was backed up to a shed. Three men were offloading small but heavy wooden cases. A red diamond shape the symbol for high explosives-was stencilled on each of these. From inside the shed, Alan could hear the whisper of air conditioning. It seemed very odd to hear an air conditioner running this late in the year, but in Castle Rock, this had been an extremely odd week.
"I kept him on longer than I should," Deke admitted, and ran his hands through his short, graying hair. "I did it because I thought there was a good man hidin somewhere inside of him." Deke was one of those short, stocky men-fireplugs with legs-who always looked ready to take a large chomp out of someone's ass. He was, however, one of the sweetest, kindest men Alan had ever met.
"When he wasn't drunk or too hung over, wasn't nobody in this town'd work harder for you than Hugh would. And there was something in his face made me think he might not be one of those men who just has to go on drinkin until the devil knocks em down.
I thought maybe with a steady job, he'd straighten up and fly right.
But this last week...
"What about this last week?"
"Man's been going to hell in a handbasket. Looked like he was all the time on something, and I don't necessarily mean booze. It seemed like his eyes sank way back in his head, and he was always lookin over your shoulder when you talked to him, never right at you. Also, he started talking to himself "About what?"
"I dunno. I doubt if the other guys do, either. I hate to fire a man, but I'd made up my mind on Hugh even before you pulled in here this afternoon. I'm done with him."
"Excuse me, Deke." Alan went back to the car, called Sheila, and told her Hugh hadn't been at work all day.
"See if you can reach Clut, Sheila, and tell him to really watch his ass. And send John out there as backup." He hesitated over the next part, knowing the caution had resulted in more than a few needless shootings, and then went ahead. He had to; he owed it to his officers in the field. "Clut and John are to consider Hugh armed and dangerous.
Got it?"
"Armed and dangerous, ten-four."
"Okay. Ten-forty, Unit One out."
He racked the microphone and walked back to Deke"Do you think he might have left town, Deke?"
"Him?" Deke cocked his head to one side and spat tobacco juice.
"Guys like him never leave town until they've picked up their last paycheck. Most of em never leave at all. When it comes to remembering what roads lead out of town, guys like Hugh seem to have some sort of forgetting disease."
Something caught Deke's eye and he turned toward the men offloading the wooden crates. "Watch what you're doing with those, you guys! You're s'posed to be unloadin em, not playin pepper with em!"
"That's a lot of bang you got there," Alan said.
"Ayuh-twenty cases. We're gonna blow a granite jar-top over at the gravel-pit out on #5. The way it looks to me, we'll have enough left over to blow Hugh all the way to Mars, if you want to."
"Why did you get so much?"
"It wasn't my idea; Buster added to my purchase order, God knows why. I can tell you one thing, though-he's gonna shit when he sees the electrical bill for this month... unless a cold front moves in.
That air conditioner sucks up the juice something wicked, but you got to keep that stuff cool or it sweats. They all tell you this new bang don't do it, but I believe in better safe than sorry."
"Buster topped your order," Alan mused.
"Yeah-by four or six cases, I can't remember which. Wonders'll never cease, huh?"
"I guess not. Deke, can I use your office phone?"
"Be my guest."