Goodnight, Irene

“Elinor! For God’s sakes!”

“They want to hear the story, Andrew. You know, Andrew thought I had just paid her off to leave town until the story came out in the paper the next day. I called him to remind him that I knew where he had eaten di

Even now it was hard to believe. Elinor had great physical strength and an iron will. A lady who always got her own way. “Why not just pay her off?” I asked.

“Oh, I tried. And I would have been good for it. It’s worked with our beloved mayor for years. But the cheap tart said she didn’t want my money, she wanted Andrew. Well, she simply couldn’t have him. I had come prepared in case she refused.”

She eyed us warily.

“Andrew, get some rope from the basement. We don’t want to take chances with these two.”

“No,” he said. “You know I won’t go down there.”

Elinor sighed. “His wedding present is in the freezer down there. He won’t go near it.” She laughed at him. “She’s not going to reach up and grab you, Andrew.” He turned red, but said nothing. She walked over to her husband. “Andrew has been very good to me over the years, so I put up with his little phobia about the basement.”

“Why O’Co

“He was about to figure out who she was, that’s what. I learned that from his son.”

She smiled at the look of surprise on my face. “I had an affair with Ke

I looked at Andrew. He stood with a stony expression, not directly acknowledging our presence with anything other than the gun. If Elinor was embarrassing him, he didn’t show it.

“I’m surprised Andrew can get it up for you after the way you treated his girlfriend,” Frank said.

A look of cold fury passed over her face.

She walked up to Frank, put the gun to his temple, and cocked the trigger. “Raise your hands higher.”

He did. She drew her other arm back and punched him hard in the ribs. He paled and exhaled loudly, but he didn’t give her the satisfaction of hearing him crying out. She stepped away with a smile on her face.

Frank’s forehead was covered with sweat, but he lowered his arms again and said nothing.

“Irene, I really like you. And he does seem to be quite a man. I’m rather sorry we didn’t get to know one another better. Wouldn’t cry out for me. Well, we’ll see.”

“Elinor, let’s get this over with and get out of here,” Andrew said.

She looked at him.

“Very well, put them in the freezer. I’ll get the rope.”

She waited a moment to make sure he obeyed.

He motioned us over to a walk-in freezer not far from where we stood. He pointed the gun at me. “Open it.”

I did as I was told. I yanked at the handle and pulled the heavy door open. It was a small meat freezer. Various cuts of meat hung in it, large containers of ice cream were stored on racks on one wall. I shivered as I stood behind the door. I’m not sure it was from the cold.

He turned the gun on Frank. “Go on, you first.”

“Hollingsworth, this is your chance to get free of her,” Frank said. “Why let her push you around? She’s the murderer, not you.”

For a moment Andrew Hollingsworth looked bewildered. He glanced back at Elinor, then back to us. He leveled the gun at Frank, his hands shaking. “Get in there,” he said.

“You’re a DA, you know how it works. We’ll tell the attorney general you helped us out. He’ll go easy on you.”

He said nothing, just stood there quivering like a frightened animal.

“Let Irene go. She hasn’t done you any harm.”

“Andrew!” Elinor commanded.

It was only one word, but it cracked through the air like a whip. Hollingsworth grew wild-eyed. He turned the gun toward me and screamed at Frank. “Get in there! Do it now or she’s dead! I’ll do it! I’ll blow her head off!”

Frank walked stiffly and slowly, the barrel of Andrew’s gun now following his every move. He went into the freezer. I hated myself, knowing he was here because of me.

Elinor had walked over to the basement door.

“That’s odd,” she said.

All I heard after that was a loud explosion.

46

IFELT MYSELF ripped away from behind the door and hurtled hard into a wall. I lay there, flat on my back, stu

Someone was lifting me. I opened my eyes and saw Frank looking down at me. He was trying to say something to me, but he wasn’t making any noise. I smiled at him and closed my eyes.

WHEN I OPENED THEM again, I was looking up at a smoky sky. I was coughing. Frank’s face came into my field of vision again. I realized he was bending over me. We were on some grass. He held me. I felt sleepy.

I looked up into his face. What was wrong with his eyes? They were watery. He was trying to say something. I think it was my name. He wasn’t making any sound. I moved my hand to his lips. I closed my eyes again.

47

THE FIRST SOUND I heard was snoring. I woke up in a strange room, hearing snoring. That and a hammering inside my skull. I slowly turned my head to see Frank sleeping in a chair behind bars. I gradually realized I was in a hospital bed, and the bars were the bed railing. My head hurt so bad, it was easier to shut my eyes. I fell back to sleep.

When I woke up again, there was a woman’s face looking down at me. “I think she’s coming around now,” the voice said, and I realized it was Sister Theresa. Soon I saw Frank standing next to her.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hi.” He took my hand. That felt good.

“Your sister has been asking about you,” Sister Theresa said. “I think I’ll let her know you’re awake.”

Frank sat down, but kept hold of my hand. I let go and slipped my arm through the rails to make it easier on him.

I fell asleep.

Later that night, I finally managed to stay awake for more than five seconds at a time. Frank was still holding my hand.

“Frank?”

He sat up with a start. He looked exhausted.

“Irene? How do you feel?”

“Like hell. What happened?”

“Did you open those propane tanks in the basement?”

I was still a little foggy. Gradually I remembered where I had been just before the explosion.

“Yes. But I didn’t light them.”

“It filled the room up with propane. Elinor flipped the light switch and it sparked. It exploded. And burned.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I guess they did me a real favor sticking me in that freezer.”

I remembered seeing him put in there at gunpoint, remembered Elinor holding the gun to his head and striking his ribs hard. I felt the color drain from my cheeks.

“Irene? Are you okay? Do you want me to get the nurse?”

“No,” I said. “I’m okay. I just remembered how they treated you. I was so afraid for you.”

“Believe me, it was mutual. God, you gave me a scare. When I brought you outside-”

His voice broke and he was quiet, looking away.

“I’m okay,” I said.