'That business was overblown. And sparked by alcohol, as most such trouble is. Plus, the instigator was that fellow Barbara. Which is why no charges were filed. It was a wash. Or am I wrong, Peter?'
'Absolutely not,' Randolph said, although he too looked uneasy.
'These fellows are all at least twenty-one, and I believe Carter Thibodeau might be twenty-three.'
Thibodeau was indeed twenty-three, and had lately been working as a part-time mechanic at Mill Gas & Grocery. He'd been fired from two previous jobs - temper issues, Randolph had heard - but he seemed to have settled down at the Gas & Grocery. Johnny said he'd never had anyone so good with exhaust and electrical systems.
'They've all hunted together, they're good shots - '
'Please God we don't have to put that to the test,' Andrea said.
'No one's going to get shot, Andrea, and no one's suggesting we make these young fellows full-time police. What I'm saying is that we need to fill out an extremely depleted roster, and fast. So how about it, Chief? They can serve until the crisis is over, and we'll pay them out of the contingency fund.'
Randolph didn't like the idea of Junior toting a gun on the streets of Chester's Mill - Junior with his possible behavioral issues - but he also didn't like the idea of bucking Big Jim. And it really might be a good idea to have a few extra widebodies on ha ad. Even if they were young. He didn't anticipate problems in town, but they could be put on crowd control out where the main roads hit the barrier. If the barrier was still there. And if it wasn't? Problems solved.
He put on a team-player smile. 'You know, I think that's a great idea, sir. You send em around to the station tomorrow around ten - '
'Nine might be better, Pete.'
'Nine's fine,' Andy said in his dreamy voice.
'Further discussion?' Rennie asked.
There was none. Andrea looked as if she might have had something to say but couldn't remember what it was.
'Then I call the question,' Rennie said. 'Will the Board ask acting Chief Randolph to take on Junior, Frank DeLesseps, Melvin Searles, and Carter Thibodeau as deputies at base salary? Their period of service to last until this darn crazy business is sorted out? Those in favor signify in the usual manner.'
They all raised their hands.
'The measure is approv - '
He was interrupted by two reports that sounded like gunfire.
They all jumped. Then a third came, and Rennie, who had worked with motors for most of his life, realized what it was.
'Relax, folks. Just a backfire. Generator clearing its throa - '
The elderly gennie backfired a fourth time, then died. The lights went out, leaving them for a moment in stygian blackness. Andrea shrieked.
On his left, Andy Sanders said: 'Oh my gosh, Jim, the propane - '
Rennie reached out with his free hand and grabbed Andy's arm. Andy shut up. As Rennie was relaxing his grip, light crept back into the long pine-paneled room. Not the bright overheads but the emergency box-lights mounted in the four corners. In their weak glow, the faces clustered at the conference table's north end looked yellow and years older. They looked frightened. Even Big Jim Rennie looked frightened.
'No problem,' Randolph said with a cheeriness that sounded manufactured rather than organic. 'Tank just ran dry, that's all. Plenty more in the town supply barn.'
Andy shot Big Jim a look. It was no more than a shifting of the eyes, but Rennie had an idea Andrea saw it. What she might eventually make of it was another question.
She'll forget it after her next dose of Oxy, he told himself. By morning for sure.
And in the meantime, the town's supplies of propane - or lack thereof- didn't concern him much. He would take care of that situation when it became necessary.
'Okay, folks, I know you're as anxious to get out of here as I am, so-let's move on to our next order of business. I think we should officially confirm Pete here as our Chief of Police pro tern.'
'Yes, why not?' Andy asked. He sounded tired.
'If there's no discussion,' Big Jim said, 'I'll call the question.' They voted as he wanted them to vote. They always did.