Bone by Bone

"Nonetheless," said the judge. "This is how we care for one another."

That night, Oren had wondered what the old man's next project would be-after Dave Hardy died.

Days later, Josh was gone. And for months of mornings after that, Oren had awakened in shock, as if he had suddenly discovered that he was missing an arm or a leg.

Twenty years later, almost to the day, Sheriff Babitt walked into the Water Street Cafe. The man had an anxious look about him when he sat down at the table. His eyes were fixed upon the red folder resting on the checkered cloth alongside an untouched ham sandwich.

Oren pulled the folder back a few inches to make it clear that this was no longer the property of the County Sheriff 's Office. He opened it to remove a single sheet of paper and handed it across the table.

The sheriff read his own interview with Mavis Hardy and her teenage son, Dave, a statement made back in the days when an entire town was searching the woods for a lost boy:

Sheriff Babitt: I know you had an argument with Josh Hobbs a few days ago. I understand you bounced that boy off a gym locker. What was that about?

David Hardy: I pushed him.

Sheriff Babitt: Some push. The way I heard it, the kid was bleeding. But I didn't ask what you did. I asked you why you did it.

David Hardy: Josh was in my way that night. So I moved him.

Mavis Hardy: You know how I can always tell when my boy's lying? His little pecker just shrivels up like it's trying to crawl back inside of him. Makes him look kind of girlish. If you like, we can unzip him and-

Sheriff Babitt: Mavis, shut the hell up. Dave, go home. I need a word with your mother.

Cable looked up from his reading. "This might've been the shortest interview I ever conducted."

"That was the only interview with Dave. You felt sorry for him, didn't you? His crazy mother and all."

"Son, I misspoke. Your old interview was even shorter than this one."

"Dave Hardy was the only one who ever hurt my brother. I was there. He didn't push Josh. He picked him up and threw him into a wall of lockers. Dave should've made your shortlist."

The sheriff shrugged. "It was just a matter of time before he got around to Josh. Dave had fights with every boy in school."

"I know the second victim you found in Josh's grave was a woman."

A worry line cut down the middle of the sheriff's forehead and deepened. "I have to wonder how you know that, Oren."

"You just told me. And that's another strike against Dave. His mother probably taught him to hate all women."

"No, that was his father's job," said the sheriff. "That bastard used to beat on Mavis all the time."

"And what about crazy Mavis Hardy?"

"Not so crazy. I think Mavis was real smart about getting sympathy for Dave. I sure felt sorry for him. The kid never did anything that his mother couldn't top. Every parent-teacher night was a crawling horror show. One time, Principal Mars found a teacher hiding under her desk, crying real soft so Mavis wouldn't find her. Everybody felt damn sorry for Dave. No matter what kind of trouble that boy got into, he never got thrown out of school."

And you never suspected him? You couldn't see Dave beating Josh to death?"

"I thought about it. I even thought it couldn't hurt to keep the boy close. So, when he came back to town, I made him my deputy. Satisfied, Oren?"

17

Only days ago, Henry Hobbs had been crazed by Dave Hardy's threat to dig up the flower garden, and now Ha

Special Agent Sally-damned if Ha

"I'm so sorry about this mess," said the CBI agent, as if this carnage had come about by accident.

"Sorry? No," said the judge, "I don't think you are-not yet. But just wait half a minute." He read a few more lines. "Your work is a bit sloppy Miss Polk."

"Agent Polk," she said to sweetly remind him that she was in charge.

He raised his eyes from the warrant to watch another drawer crash to the floor. "And, by sloppy, I don't mean the ham-handed way these boys conduct a search. Now that mess, as you put it, is all for show-pure intimidation. And I can make that charge stick." He held up the warrant. "This doesn't cover the common areas of the house. The way I read it-the way any judge would, retired or not-you're restricted to Oren's residence, and that's his bedroom. He doesn't own this place. I do. And the only item you can seize-from Oren's room-is a red folder that holds standard-size documents."

He pointed to one of the young men in uniform. "So that boy shouldn't be searching anything as small as that ceramic candy box. Incidentally, the box belonged to my late wife. Trust me on this-you really don't want the trooper to drop it, not until you find out just how many ways I can hang you out to dry. So tell him to put it down right now."

The young trooper never even glanced at his boss. He was looking at Ha

"So this," and this, by the wave of the judge's hand, included everything in sight, "this is illegal and damned incompetent."

The telephone rang, and Ha

Two of these young men had known the housekeeper all their lives, and now they gathered up the spilled contents of drawers. They treaded lightly around Horatio, who lay on the rug, doing his only trick-pretending to sleep while dead.

Ha

Heads lifted all around the room.

"And he's real sorry that Miss Polk went off half-cocked the way she did. But she just wouldn't wait till he had time to do a proper search of his office." Ha

Another state trooper entered the house. The first person he saw was Ha

"You arrested my son?"

The trooper and Sally Polk whirled around to see Henry Hobbs standing behind them. Ha

"Well, that's another warrant I'd like to see," said the judge. "And all of your paperwork should be in order. Now what are the odds of that?"

Agent Polk's folksy veneer was still holding. "I'll be more careful from now on." Her voice was butter-smooth when she asked, "Have you always been in collusion with the sheriff-or is that a recent thing?"