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“Oh, Lord. Not Dogan.” Stagg shook his head. “Fine. I’ll give him hell. Again.”
“I know Dogan took care of our problem with Brad Acton, neighbor. But I am sick of his presence on this earth. I’m not go
“Do what you want with him. I’m tired of Dogan, too.”
When Stagg settled his copious behind into the driver’s seat, he saw that Diana was smiling and humming.
“I’m glad you’re back in a good mood, Diana.”
“He said he’d come to the house tonight.” Diana’s strange grin widened. “He looks wonderful. Brad is back. I am very, very happy.”
The moon was a tight, white fist overhead. By nightfall, Joe Dogan was getting very frustrated, not to mention very drunk. He sat on a bench in a deserted park by the Cooper River. A full six-pack of beer was beside him, sweating, still cold. The other six-pack was almost gone. Only one can remained in its plastic yoke.
Cursing, he fished his phone out of his pocket, and for the umpteenth time, stabbed redial. He got Stagg’s cell-phone voice mail, as usual. “Call me back, you fat sack of crap,” Dogan snarled. He’d left the identical message the time before, and the time before that.
Stagg had told Dogan never to contact him unless there was an emergency, like the cops asking about Brad Acton’s death, or if Dogan got into a jam that would interest the law. And Dogan was never to go to where Stagg lived. A year ago, that had been in a garden apartment in Cherry Hill. Now, Dogan knew from the scuttlebutt, Stagg lived in Acton ’s palatial house and was married to the widow. What a babe like Diana Acton saw in a piglet like Robert Stagg was beyond Dogan.
“Must have a wart on the end of it,” Dogan muttered as he popped open the last brewski in his first six-pack.
Wait. In his wallet. He had a scrap of paper with Brad Acton’s home phone number. It was unlisted. Stagg had given him the number a year ago, so he could call and be sure Acton was home.
Di
Stagg tried to settle Diana down in front of the TV in the cinema-large entertainment center. A Discovery Cha
Stagg tried to watch the show. But her comments grew more and more irritating. “Brad was the loveliest man” and “you have no money, really.”
“I make plenty of money.”
“How? All you ever did was puppy-dog behind Brad.” She gave a brittle laugh. “Oh, I know. You are taking bribes. From that gangster who moved to Haddonfield. That’s why the mean man in the bow tie wants to put you in prison.”
Slumping even deeper into the huge, overstuffed chair, Stagg said, “Diana, maybe you should go to bed. Have you taken your meds?”
This behavior was new. She’d been mostly lethargic in recent months. The doctor said to be careful if she became delusional. The risk of suicide was small, but couldn’t be shrugged off. Stagg kept the kitchen knives locked up. Ditto the German Luger, which Brad’s father had brought back from World War II.
“Since Brad is back, we should get our marriage a
“How thoughtful of you to say. I’m going outside.”
“Brad will take care of me again.”
Stagg fetched a large sweater and poured himself a modest measure of Chivas. It was a bit chilly on the patio, but better than listening to her insanity.
He sloshed scotch around in his tumbler, standing next to the empty pool with its dead-leaf-coated bottom. The plastic rope with the floats, which divided the deep end from the shallow, lay coiled on the greening lawn like a dead snake.
Stagg’s memory fell back to high school days. Brad always had a pool party here for the football team. Stagg, as team manager, was also invited. Senior year, to everyone’s delight, Brad and De
The night after that party, Stagg stayed hidden among the trees and spied on Brad and Diana, the virgin queen of Haddonfield High. It was the apex of his life up to then, seeing Brad deflower lovely, naked Diana, poolside.
Another big, world-beating memory: how, tending to the stu
How under that hunters’ moon, she had smiled at him. Diana, naked for him. That night was the true apex.
Diana’s shrill cry broke the reverie. She stood in the French doors to the study. “You have a phone call.”
Stagg trundled inside. The landline phone display read Joe Dogan. Wonderful. That dirtbag must have kept the unlisted number from a year ago. “What do you want?”
Diana was climbing the stairs. “I’m tired. Wake me up when Brad comes.”
Dogan had ingested his usual royal portion of spirits. “You gotta help me out.”
Had Dogan heard that he was on Mister Man’s priority boarding list for evacuation from the planet? “I’m getting sick of this, you idiot.”
“You think you’re smarter than everyone,” Dogan slurred. “Well, I’m not the idiot. You’re the idiot.”
“Brilliant comeback,” Stagg said. “Repartee worthy of Dorothy Parker.”
“Never met the bitch,” Dogan said. “We got a problem,”
“We do, huh? Let me guess. You got another drunk-driving arrest on that stupid motorcycle, and I have to fix things with the cops. No, your supervisor on the county road crew called, and you told him you’d kill his children if he didn’t back off. No, you were drunk and groping women at T.G.I. Friday’s happy hour, and one called the cops. I’ve bailed you out so many times for so much asinine behavior that I’m losing track.”
With a moan, Dogan said, “Have you seen him?”
“Who?”
“Brad Acton came to me in a bar in H Town this afternoon. He said he wanted to see us. Both. Tonight.”
Stagg sighed. “My wife had the same hallucination. Her, high on meds. You, high on booze. Astute observers, the two of you.”
“He was real, man. I mean, not like a ghost. I couldn’t, like, see through him.”
“I can see through you. You are a serious alcoholic. Go get dried out.”
“He knew how much you paid me to do him. Plus, the no-show job on the county roads. How could he know that?”
“Because it is in your drink-addled head. Today is the a
“He knew you are go
“You know nothing,” Stagg snarled. “Brad was ten times as dirty as me. He came from family money, but wanted more. He introduced me to Mister Man. Then when Javers came sniffing around, Brad wanted me to be the fall guy. He wanted me to take Mister Man down, too.”
“I remember every minute from a year ago.”
“Meantime, King Brad stays simon-pure. Well, ha-ha, Brad. For the first time in your pampered life, you lost.”
Dogan didn’t seem to be listening anymore. “I tell you, he seemed like flesh and blood. Like you and me. I bet I could put another bullet in him, and that’d be that.”
“Check yourself into rehab, you cretin.”
“I don’t want to face him alone tonight, man.”
Stagg slammed the phone down.