“When Len went to Thailand, I know you didn’t go with him, but did anyone else?”
“Yes, of course. Harry went with him. Harry Peyton. Although Len was a bit disappointed because Harry was always off doing his own thing. Tell me how you and Thomas are—”
I hung up, went out on the porch to join Duckworth.
“Change of plan,” I said.
ON the way into town in Duckworth’s car, I tried my best to explain what I believed had happened. That when Harry Peyton found out Dad knew about his Thailand adventures, and that Dad now believed Thomas’s tale of what Harry had done to him when he was a boy, Peyton panicked.
“I think he killed my father,” I said. “Or at the very least, did nothing to save him. And maybe even before Dad died, and certainly after, Harry started calling my brother on his line, played into his delusion. He was trying to make sure Thomas didn’t talk about what Harry had done to him, I think. Figured Thomas would keep quiet about it if it was a presidential order.”
“This is the damnedest thing I’ve ever come across,” Duckworth said. “And believe me, I’ve come across some things.”
“What did Harry say when he called you?” I asked. “About Thomas, and what he’d seen on the Whirl360 site?”
“What’s that?” Duckworth said, his wrist resting atop the steering wheel.
“I went to see Harry, told him about what Thomas had seen online, that maybe it really did mean something, that I needed to talk to the police but was going to have a hard time convincing them. Harry said he knew you, that he’d give you a call on my behalf.”
Duckworth shook his head slowly. “I’ve known Harry Peyton a long time, but he never called me about that.”
“Son of a bitch,” I said. “The goddamn son of a bitch.”
Duckworth glanced over at me. “You think he knows that you know?”
“Last thing he asked me was, why did I call him on his cell? Wanted to know how I got the number.”
Duckworth ran his tongue over his upper lip. “I’d say he knows.”
“Yeah,” I said. “I think he does.”
WE walked into Harry Peyton’s law office. Duckworth had insisted on taking the lead, and went through the door ahead of me.
Peyton’s secretary, Alice, looked up from her desk. She smiled at the two of us.
“Hi, Barry,” she said to Detective Duckworth. Then, “Ray, my God, I can’t believe what you’ve been going through.”
“We need to talk to Harry,” Duckworth said.
“The two of you are together?” Alice said.
“We need to talk to Harry, Alice,” Duckworth repeated with a sternness he hadn’t used before.
Alice’s smile faded. She picked up her phone. “Some folks here to see you,” she said.
The heavy wood door ten feet beyond her desk opened a couple of seconds later. Harry kept hold of the knob on his side as his eyes landed on us. First me, then Barry.
It was seeing me there, with a police detective, that did it. I could see it in his eyes. He knew it was over.
“Harry,” Duckworth said, starting to walk toward the door, “I need to ask you a few questions.”
Harry stepped back and slammed the door closed.
Duckworth bolted forward, turned the knob, and pushed, but the door wouldn’t budge. I got up next to him and, like an idiot, tried the door myself.
“Harry!” Duckworth shouted. “Open the door!”
Harry said nothing.
Duckworth snapped at Alice, “Is there another way out of that office?”
“No,” she said. “The windows don’t open.”
“You got a key?”
While Alice rooted through her desk drawer, I put my mouth up to the door and shouted, “I know, Harry! I know what you did! To my dad, and to my brother!” I banged on it with my fist. “Come out here! Come out here, goddamn it! We know! Dad found those pictures on your phone and—”
“Get the fuck out of here!” he shouted from inside his office.
“He found those pictures on your phone and he knew! He knew Thomas had been telling the truth!”
“Find that damn key,” Duckworth told Alice.
“You’re finished, Harry!” I shouted. “Even if they don’t convict you for what you did to Thomas, or my father, you’re ruined in this town.” I brought my voice down, but loud enough that he could still hear me. “Everyone’s going to know what you are, Harry. I’m going to make damn sure of that. That you’re a pervert, and a murderer.”
“Here it is,” Alice said.
“Give it,” Duckworth said, taking the key from her.
“There’s something you need to know,” Alice said.
“You hear me, Harry?” I said, raising my voice again. “Do you hear me?”
Duckworth nudged me aside, getting ready to slip the key into the lock. “What’s that?” he said to Alice.
“He keeps a—”
That was when we heard the shot.
“Down!” Duckworth said and instantly put his arms around me and carried the both of us to the floor.
Alice, still behind her desk, screamed. And kept screaming.
“Stay down,” Duckworth said, pressing his hand on my back as he got to his feet. He took a gun from his jacket and called out, “Harry!”