Big Jim threw up his hands as if to say there was no reasoning with some women, and led her to the chairs overlooking Mill Street.
Brenda Perkins talked for almost half an hour, growing colder and angrier as she spoke. The meth lab, with Andy Sanders and - almost certainly - Lester Coggins as silent partners. The staggering size of the thing. Its probable location. The mid-level distributors who had been promised immunity in exchange for information.The money trail. How the operation had gotten so big the local pharmacist could no longer safely supply the necessary ingredients, necessitating import from overseas.
'The stuff came into town in trucks marked Gideon Bible Society,' Brenda said. 'Howie's comment on that was "too clever by half.'"
Big Jim sat looking out at the silent residential street. She could feel the anger and hate baking off him. It was like heat from a casserole dish.
'You can't prove any of this,' he said at last.
'That won't matter if Howies file turns up in the Democrat. It's not due process, but if anyone can understand bypassing a little thing like that, it would be you.'
He flapped a hand. 'Oh, I'm sure you had a fikl he said, 'but my name is on nothing.'
'It's on the Town Ventures paperwork,' she said, and Big Jim rocked in his chair as if she had lashed out with her fist and hit him in the temple.'Town Ventures, incorporated in Carson City. And from Nevada, the money trail leads to Chongqing City, the pharma capital of the People's Republic of China.' She smiled. 'You thought you were smart, didn't you? So smart.'
'Where is this file?'
'I left a copy with Julia this morning.' Bringing Andrea into it was the last thing she wanted to do. And thinking it was in the newspaper editor's hands would bring him to heel that much quicker. He might feel that he or Andy Sanders could jawbone Andrea.
'There are other copies?'
'What do you think?'
He considered a moment, then said: 'I kept it out of the town.'
She said nothing.
'It - was for the good of the town.'
'You've done a lot of good for the town, Jim. We've got the same sewer system we had in nineteen sixty, Chester Pond is filthy, the business district is moribund...' She was sitting straight now, gripping the arms of her chair.'You f**king self-righteous turdworm.'
'What do you want?' He was staring straight ahead at the empty street. A large vein beat in his temple,
'For you to announce your resignation. Barbie takes over as per the President's - '
'I'll never resign in favor of that cotton-picker.' He turned to look at her. He was smiling. It was an appalling smile. 'You didn't leave anything with Julia, because Julias at the market, watching the food fight. You might have Duke's file locked away somewhere, but you didn't leave a copy with anyone. You tried Rommie, then you tried Julia, then you came here. I saw you walking up Town Common Hill.'
'1 did,' she said. 'I did have it.' And if she told him where she had left it? Bad luck for Andrea. She started to get up. 'You had your chance. Now I'm leaving.'
'Your other mistake was thinking you'd be safe outside on the street. An empty street.' His voice was almost kind, and when he touched her arm, she turned to look at him. He seized her face. And twisted.
Brenda Perkins heard a bitter crack, like the breaking of a branch overloaded with ice, and followed the sound into a great darkness, trying to call her husband's name as she went.
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Big Jim went inside and got a Jim Rennie's Used Cars gimme cap from the front hall closet. Also some gloves. And a pumpkin from the pantry. Brenda was still in her Adirondack chair, with her chin on her chest. He looked around. No one. The world was his. He put the hfit on her head (pulling the brim low), the gloves on her hands, and the pumpkin in her lap. It would serve perfectly well, he thought, until Junior came back and took her to where she could become part 6f Dale Barbara's butcher's bill. Until then, she was just another stuffed Halloween dummy.
He checked her carrier-bag. It contained her wallet, a comb, and a paperback novel. So that was all right. It would be fine down cellarj, behind the dead furnace.
He left her with the hat slouched on her head and the pumpkin in her lap and went inside to stash her bag and wait for his son.
CHAPTER 13
IN THE JUG
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Selectman Rennie's assumption that no one had seen Brenda come to his house that morning was correct. But she was seen on her morning travels, not by one person but by three, including one who also lived on Mill Street. If Big Jim had known, would the knowledge have given him pause? Doubtful; by then he was committed to his course and it was too late to turn back. But it might have caused him to reflect (for he was a reflective man, in his own way) on murder's similarity to Lay's potato chips: it's hard to stop with just one.