'If we believed that to be the case, we wouldn't be here, Mr Beaumont,' Pangborn said. The expression of loathing on his face finally turned the trick: Thad was suddenly infuriated.
'I don't care what you think!' Thad said. 'I told you that I know who you are, Sheriff Pangborn. My wife and I have owned a summer house in Castle Rock since I973 - long before you ever heard of the place. I don't know what you're doing here, a hundred and sixty-odd miles from your territory, or why you're looking at me like I was a splat of birdshit on a new car, but I can tell you I'm not going anywhere with you until I find out. If it's going to take an arrest warrant, you go on and get one. But I want you to know that if you do, you're going to be up to your neck in a kettle of boiling shit and I'll be the one underneath stoking the fire. Because I haven't done anything. This is f**king outrageous. Just . . . f**king . . . outrageous!
Now his voice had reached full volume, and both the troopers looked a little abashed. Pangborn did not. He went on staring at Thad in that unsettling way. In the other room, one of the twins began to cry.
'Oh Jesus,' Liz moaned, 'what is this? Tell us!'
'Go take care of the kids, babe,' Thad said, not unlocking his gaze from Pangborn's.
'But - '
'Please,' he said, and then both babies were crying. 'This will be all right.'
She gave him a final trembling look, her eyes saying Do you promise? and then went into the living room.
'We want to question you in connection with the murder of Homer Gamache,' the second trooper said.
Thad broke his hard stare at Pangborn and turned to the trooper.
'Who?'
'Homer Gamache,' Pangborn repeated. 'Are you going to tell us the name means nothing to you, Mr Beaumont?'
'Of course I'm not,' Thad said, astonished. 'Homer takes our trash to the dump when we're in town. Makes some small repairs around the house. He lost an arm in Korea. They gave him the Silver Star - '.'Bronze,' Pangborn said stonily.
'Homer's dead? Who killed him?'
The troopers now looked at each other, surprised. After grief, astonishment may be the most difficult human emotion to fake effectively.
The first trooper replied in a curiously gentle voice: 'We have every reason to believe you did, Mr Beaumont. That's why we're here.'
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Thad looked at him with utter blankness for a moment and then laughed. 'Jesus. Jesus Christ. This is crazy.'
'Do you want to get a coat, Mr Beaumont?' the other trooper asked. 'Raining pretty hard out there.'
'I'm not going anywhere with you,' he repeated absently, entirely missing Pangborn's sudden expression of exasperation. Thad was thinking.
'I'm afraid you are,' Pangborn said, 'one way or the other.'
'It'll have to be the other, then,' he said, and then came out of himself. 'When did this happen?'
'Mr Beaumont,' Pangborn said, speaking slowly and enunciating carefully - it was as if he was speaking to a four-year-old, and not a terribly bright one at that. 'We're not here to give you information.'
Liz came back into the doorway with the babies. All color had drained from her face; her forehead shone like a lamp. 'This is crazy,' she said, looking from Pangborn to the troopers and then back to Pangborn again. 'Crazy. Don't you know that?'
'Listen,' Thad said, walking over to Liz and putting an arm around her, 'I didn't kill Homer, Sheriff Pangborn, but I understand now why you're so pissed. Come on upstairs to my office. Let's sit down and see if we can't figure this out - '
'I want you to get your coat,' Pangborn said. He glanced at Liz. 'Forgive my French, but I've had about all the bullshit I can put up with for a rainy Saturday morning. We have you cold.'
Thad looked at the older of the two state troopers. 'Can you talk some sense to this man? Tell him that he can avoid a whole lot of embarrassment and trouble just by telling me when Homer was killed?' And, as an afterthought: 'And where. If it was in the Rock, and I can't imagine what Homer would be doing up here . . . well, I haven't been out of Ludlow, except to go to the University, in the last two and a half months.' He looked at Liz, who nodded. The trooper thought it over, and then said: 'Excuse us a moment.'