“Call me,” Vince reiterated as he got up and headed for the kitchen. Casey listened as the voices there rose and mellowed, then to the footsteps, then the click and hush of the front doors as Vince saw himself out.
He glanced at the ceiling, wondering what Abilene was up to. Who had called her. But just then the guest room door popped open, and she emerged. She peered down into the den, eyebrows rising as their gazes met. He watched her make her way down the steps silently in her socks, the baby apparently left in her crib.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey. I have a favor to ask.”
“Okay.” Yes, please—any goddamn thing to keep him busy until late tonight.
“Raina called. She tried you first, but you didn’t answer.”
“I think my phone’s in my car. What’s going on?”
“She wanted to see if one of us could bartend with Duncan, so she could come see Miah.”
Of course. They might be exes, but they’d been friends far longer. “I can go in,” he offered. “I couldn’t stay until close, but until midnight or so.”
“She was just hoping for a couple hours. I could go, too. I’d like to, actually, if you could watch Mercy. Until ten, maybe?”
He nodded. “Sure.” The bar might be good for her, just now.
“She ate a half hour ago, and I just changed her, so she should be fine, apart from maybe wanting some attention.”
“I’m on it.”
“Thanks. And I’m sure Raina would say the same.”
He tailed her upstairs, hefting the baby from the crib while Abilene got her shoes on, then followed her back down to the den.
“Thanks again,” she said, finding her keys in her purse.
“Anytime. Have fun,” he added, though the sentiment sounded awful stupid the moment it left his lips.
She offered a weak smile and left him alone with Mercy. He struggled to imagine how on earth so many things could have happened in the past thirty hours. Two confessions—one of feelings, one of past crimes—then a breakup, an awkward breakfast, the eclipse, the fire. Soon, a night spent prowling around a dark murder scene.
He took a seat on the couch and got the baby comfortable, then switched on the TV and turned the volume down.
“You’re awful lucky you won’t remember any of this,” he told Mercy, passing over the news stations until he found a channel playing an old western.
She also won’t remember Don, he thought. He’d held her only once or twice, and somewhat reluctantly, but he’d also given her a home for a time, and the protection of his family.
“You missed out on knowing a real good man,” Casey told her. “As good as they come.” He felt tears welling then, and blinked them away.
Chapter 26
Casey passed a quiet evening. Raina arrived about an hour after Abilene had departed, accompanied by the smell of pizza. That drew him off the couch, and he carried Mercy to the kitchen to join the world’s most miserable dinner party.
“I didn’t think any of you would feel like cooking,” Raina was saying, setting three large white boxes on the counter as Casey entered. She cast him a lame smile. There were a lot of those going around today.
The meal was somber, and after perhaps forty minutes, Miah asked to be left alone with his mom. Casey and Raina excused themselves, finished their beers in the den, then bid each other a heavy good night. Abilene returned not long after and retired upstairs with the baby.