'No,' Enders said, 'but he spoke to me. I stood there in the dark and I swear to God he wasn't even looking in my direction. And he said, "You miss your wife some, Flash, eh? Ess be all right, you be wid her soon now." Then he flicked his cigarette off the end of his fingers and walked away toward the fire. I seen the hoop in his ear flash once -in the firelight, and that was all.'
He wiped little beads of water from his chin with the cup of his hand and looked at Billy.
'Flash was what they used to call me when I worked the penny-pitch on the pier back in the fifties, my friend, but nobody has called me that for years. I was way back in the shadows, but he saw me and he called me by my old name -what the Gypsies would call my secret name, I guess. They set a hell of a store by knowing a man's secret name.
'Do they?' Billy asked, almost to himself.
Timmy, the bartender, came over again. This time he spoke to Billy almost kindly ... and as though Lon Enders was not there. 'He earned the ten, buddy. Leave 'im alone. He ain't well, and this here little discussion ain't making him no weller.'
'I'm okay, Timmy,' Enders said.
Timmy didn't look at him. He looked at Billy Halleck instead. 'I want you to get out of here,' he said to Billy in that same reasonable, almost kind voice. 'I don't like your looks. You look like bad luck waiting for a place to happen. The beers are free. Just go.'
Billy looked at the bartender, feeling frightened and somehow humbled. 'Okay,' he said. 'Just one more question and I'll go.' He turned to Enders. 'Where did they head for?'
'I don't know,' Enders said at once. 'Gypsies don't leave forwarding addresses, my friend.'
Billy's shoulders slumped.
'But I was up when they pulled out the next morning. I don't sleep worth a shit anymore, and most of their vans and cars didn't have much in the way of mufflers. I seen them go out Highway 27 and turn north onto Route 1. My guess would be ... Rockland.' The old man fetched in a deep, shuddering sigh that made Billy lean toward him, concerned. 'Rockland or maybe Boothbay Harbor. Yes. And that's all I know, my friend, except that when he called me Flash, when he called me by my secret name, I pissed all the way down my leg into my left tennis shoe.' And Lon Enders abruptly began to cry.
'Mister, would you leave?' Timmy asked.
'I'm going,' Billy said, and did, pausing only to squeeze the old man's narrow, almost ethereal shoulder.
Outside, the sun hit him like a hammer. It was midafternoon now, the sun heeling over toward the west, and when he looked to his left he saw his own shadow, as scrawny as a child's stick figure, poured on the hot white sand like ink.
He dialed area code 203.
They set a hell of a store by knowing a man's secret name.
He dialed 555.
I want you to get out of here. I don't like your looks.
He dialed 9231, and listened to the phone begin to ring back home in Fat City.
You look like bad luck waiting
'Hello?' The voice, expectant and a little breathless, was not Heidi's but Linda's. Lying on his bed in his wedge-shaped hotel room, Billy closed his eyes against the sudden sting of tears. He saw her as she had been on the night he had walked her up Lantern Drive and talked to her about the accident - her old shorts, her long coltish legs.
What are you going to say to her, Billy-boy? That you spent the day at the beach sweating out moisture, that lunch was two beers, and that in spite of a big supper which featured not one but two sirloin steaks, you lost three pounds today instead of the usual two?
'Hello?'
That you're bad luck waiting for a place to happen? That you're sorry you lied, but all parents do it?
'Hello, is anyone there? Is that you, Bobby?'
Eyes still closed, he said: 'It's Dad, Linda.'
'Daddy?'
'Honey, I can't talk,' he said. Because I'm almost crying. 'I'm still losing weight, but I think I've found Lemke's trail. Tell your mother that. I think I've found Lemke's trail, will you remember?'
'Daddy, please come home!' She was crying. Billy's hand whitened on the telephone. 'I miss you and I'm not going to let her send me away anymore.'
Dimly he could hear Heidi now: 'Lin? Is it Dad?'
'I love you, doll,' he said. 'And I love your mother.'
'Daddy -'
A confusion of small sounds. Then Heidi was on the phone. 'Billy? Billy, please stop this and come home to us.'
Billy gently hung the phone up and rolled over on the bed and put his face into his crossed arms.