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“Hey.” Inside, to Nina’s relief, aside from scuffs on the hardwood, dirty fingerprints around the light switches, and overlooked dustballs in the corners, the main room looked okay. However, closed doors to the two bedrooms beckoned. She resolved to have a look before they left. She sat down on the sprung couch with Paul.
Dustin, who acted the householder while his brother did duty as the greeter, went into the kitchen and she heard the fridge door open. In a minute he came back with Gatorade for all. Nina was hungry. Gatorade would do. She unscrewed the top.
“So what’s the news?” Dustin said, getting right to it after the introductions.
“No news,” Paul said. The Boyz looked at each other and shook their heads.
“Tustin was telling us about Da
Dustin went over to the stereo and Eminem stopped cleaning out his closet and dissing his mama over Dr. Dre’s menacing arrangement. She thought of Bob’s complaints when she made him clean out his closet. Maybe he too would become famous someday from telling the world about his mean mom.
“Yeah. So. Where was I? Right, Wish says, ‘Robles Ridge, just in case.’ ”
Dustin broke in, “So Tus says, ‘You better tell us more than that,’ just as this loser Da
“Told us to fuck off,” Tustin added, “only he was less polite.”
“What a poser,” Dustin said.
“Drugs?” Paul asked.
“He didn’t stagger or laugh a lot or smell fu
“We looked,” Tustin added.
“I could see Da
“And then they left.” Dustin took a long swig of Gatorade. A few pounds heavier than his brother, he had apple cheeks and a more i
The Boyz came from Rhodes, Iowa. She wondered where they would end up.
Paul had been taking notes. He took over. “Describe what they were wearing.”
“Da
“Shoes?”
“Sorry, I never noticed. Wish was wearing his Doc Martens, I remember that. The only reason I noticed Wish’s boots was he talked about buying them, how expensive they were. He thought about it for a long time…”
“What else did Da
The twins looked at each other and shrugged. “I think the T-shirt under the jacket was white. I could see the neck part,” Tustin said.
“What did his teeth look like?”
“Teeth. He wasn’t a smiler. Why do you ask?” Dustin said. “Oh. Dental records. Damn. Of course. Da
“Native American-looking,” Tustin said.
“Da
“I don’t know where Da
The Boyz shook their heads. Dustin said, “But they talked about Da
“Ben,” Tustin said.
“That’s it, Ben. He called him Tío. Seems like Wish knew him too.”
“Did you hear the last name Cervantes?”
“’Fraid not.”
“Still, that’ll help.”
Dustin and Tustin nodded several times.
Nina went on, “What kind of camera did Wish take with him?”
“A Canon. Digital, with a megazoom lens. He just bought it at Costco with some birthday money and his first paycheck.”
“What was Wish wearing?”
“Uh, denims. Denim jacket. I don’t know what underneath. Same old Bob Marley T-shirt as always, I guess,” Tustin said.
“He’s a good guy,” Dustin said. “Quiet and no creepy habits.”
“Let’s check his room,” Paul said, getting up. Tustin led the way down the short dark hall. Nina’s memories of the place flooded up, Aunt Helen and her mother cooking on Easter Sunday in the kitchen, Nina years later carrying Bob from the bedroom when he woke up coughing with a high fever one night, through that very hall, out to the rattletrap Chevy she drove then, and the doctor saying he had pneumonia… those had been desperate times. She put her hand on Paul’s broad back in front of her.
They crowded into the smaller bedroom at the rear of the house, Bob’s kindergarten bedroom. Wish had taken down the blinds over the window in back and left the window open. Sunflower heads waved through it from the tiny overgrown backyard and the room felt swept by air.
Wish’s bookshelf, full of the thick textbooks on criminal justice he had studied the previous year, sat in one corner. Aunt Helen’s old upholstered chair in a yellow-and-green flower pattern sat in the other, and there was just room for a conference table squeezed along the wall, stacked high with auto tools, comic books, CDs and DVDs and a DVD player under the tiny TV.
In the closet, T-shirts, ten or twelve of them, folded on the upper shelf, an empty duffel on the floor, and several plaid fla
The room smelled like Wish, a dusty outdoors smell, the scent of a living breathing person, and this even more than his shirts frightened Nina. Wish might really be dead. He had been her friend, a cheerful, i
“Nothing,” he said.
Nina, at the conference table, said, “Here’s his organizer.” Sandy had given him one of those leather notebooks full of index tabs and pockets for his twenty-first birthday. In gold letters on the cover she read, “Willis Whitefeather.” She opened it. Tabs for addresses, calendars, notes, expenses. Flipping through it, she saw many small crabbed notes and doodles.
She turned to the addresses and looked under the C’s and D’s.
“Got it,” she said. “A phone number with the name Da
Paul came over and wrote it down. He said to the Boyz, “We’re going to borrow this.”
“Paul, it might be evidence. Maybe we should just shut the door and leave it-”
“Put it in your purse,” Paul said. Nina opened her mouth and closed it. She put the organizer in her purse.
They said a few reassuring words to the Boyz and went outside. Nina held her heavy purse protectively, as though Wish’s life were in there. She was thinking that Sandy would want the organizer. Wish had left so little behind.
They stopped at the Bookshelf on Lighthouse for coffee. Nina leafed through the book.
“What else is in there?” Paul said, bringing coffees and a sandwich for Nina.
“Remember how he draws on his notes? He’s worse than I am,” Nina said. She showed him a penciled sketch of a sunflower. “He must have been lying on his bed and just picked up his pencil and drew this. I saw the flower outside his window. He can’t be dead, Paul.”
“He can’t. What else?”
“Well, on the calendar for this week, an eye appointment. I remember he was saying he thought he needed glasses. That’s it.”
“No girlfriend down here yet, I guess. I saw a photo of Brandy Taylor on the bookshelf.”
Thinking of Wish’s attraction to a young witness a few months before, Nina felt even worse. Wish had been downright noble about reconciling Brandy with her fiancé.