Part 15 (1/2)
Prince took the hint and left.
Mamie Hagemeister was Alta Petersons polar opposite in temperament. She burst into tears at her desk at the local jail and had to be ministered to with Kleenex and a can of c.o.ke from the machine down the hall. ”She was the greatest gal, Mamie said, blowing her nose. ”One time I was sick with the flu, really sick, and she came and got my kids and kept them for three days so I could sleep. She did things like that for everybody. And she did things in the community, too. She taught Yupik at the grade school, and ran the fund-raising drive for the new fire truck, and donated time down at Maklak Center. She had an uncle who was a drunk. With a rare flash of pragmatism, she added, ”Everybody in Newenham has an uncle whos a drunk. But Lydia did something about it. Dissolving once again into tears, she said, ”I just dont know who would do such an awful thing. Everybody loved Lydia.
Princes ears p.r.i.c.ked up at the news that Lydia had volunteered at the small clinic attached to the tiny hospital that treated drug and alcohol abusers. Users were notoriously unstable people, quick to take offense and slow to take responsibility, with a tendency to hit first when they were high and apologize later when they were sober and about to be jailed for the third time. There was a possibility that Lydia had offended someone and that it had resulted in a confrontation in her home. Counselors in the big city had unlisted phone numbers and had mail sent to a box at the post office. In small towns like Newenham, it just wasnt that hard to find someone.
Charlene Taylor was in the air, tracking down a rumor of a group of hunters going for bear in an area the Fish and Game had closed to hunting the month before. Prince moved on to Prime Cut, Newenhams lone beauty salon, located in the minimall that housed the Eagle grocery store. Sharon Ilutsik was blow-drying Jimmy Barnes hair. Jimmy Barnes, a rotund, bouncy little man and Newenhams harbormaster, greeted Prince with some embarra.s.sment and was out of the chair a second later. Sharon sighed a little over his tip, and then he came bustling back in, even redder of face, to mumble an apology and shove a couple of bills her way. She brightened and accompanied Prince to the espresso stand next door to order a double skinny latte with vanilla flavoring. Prince managed not to gag and got a cup of coffee, added cream and sugar with a lavish hand, and they sat down at one of two faux-wrought-iron tables.
”Lydia Tompkins, Sharon said. ”Yeah, we were friends. I usually only saw her once a month, at book club, except when she came in for a haircut. You could use one, by the way, she said, giving Prince a critical once-over. ”Youre getting a little s.h.a.ggy around the ears and the back of your head.
Prince ran a hand through her short, dark curls. ”Ill make an appointment after were done here. When did you last see Lydia?
”At the last book club. Sat.u.r.day before last.
”Did she seem upset about anything? Anything at all, it doesnt matter how unimportant it seems to you.
”No. Although ”What?
”Her daughter showed up about halfway through the evening. I remember because we were right in the middle of sitting down to dinner and Lydia ran her off. Karen was not best pleased. Sharon sipped her latte. ”But then Karen is never best pleased by much, unless its a man and hes about to take his pants off.
”Thats a little harsh.
”Harsh but true, Sharon said cheerfully. ”Karen defines herself by the men she sleeps with. I swear the girl has notches on her bedpost. Its probably posts, plural, by now.
”Like her mother.
”Lydia didnt sleep around, Sharon said sharply. ”She and her husband had plenty of fun, and she liked to tease us with stories about it, but she wasnt at all like Karen. She was a one-man woman. She paused. ”At least, she was while Stan Sr. was alive.
Prince stared. Mrs. Lydia Tompkins, plump, seventy-four, mother of four, grandmother of two, brainer of muggers with jars of sun-dried tomatoes, was doing the nasty with somebody? I want to be Lydia when I grow up, I want to be Lydia when I grow up, Bill had said. So, suddenly, did Prince. ”You mean she took a lover? Bill had said. So, suddenly, did Prince. ”You mean she took a lover?
”Why not? Sharon said, bristling. ”She was old. She wasnt dead. n.o.body says you have to stop having s.e.x when you hit fifty. Look at Bill Billington and Grandpa Moses.
Prince had fallen into the way of regarding Bill as more of a contemporary and an ally in the good fight against evildoers, but when Sharon said it out loud, of course it was true. Bill and Moses were both older than G.o.d, and couldnt keep their hands off each other. She readjusted her thinking. ”So you think Lydia had a lover.
Sharon hunched a shoulder. ”I dont know. I probably shouldnt have said anything.
”Yes, you should, Prince said firmly. ”Who was he?
”I dont know. I went to her house about four months ago, and somebody had sent her this big bouquet of flowers, tulips, lilies, roses; it was gorgeous. You know we dont have a florist here, so somebody had to have Goldstreaked it down on Alaska Airlines. I thought at first it was one of her kids, but she blushed when I asked her, and said no, a friend had sent them for her birthday. She never did say who, but I got the impression the friend was a guy. Sharon studied the milky stuff swirling around in her cup, and looked up with a smile. ”It was kind of cute, you know? Here she was, seventy-four years old, little old Grandma Lydia, and shes getting flowers from a guy. Kinda makes you not be afraid of getting old yourself, you know?
Lola Gamechuk, thin, dark, and careworn, answered the phone six times while she talked to Prince. Five of the calls were from her daughter, Tiffany, who didnt like her babysitter and wanted Mom to come home right now. The sixth call Lola put through to Andrew Gamechuk, the current president of the Angayuk Native a.s.sociation and Lolas cousin. Andrew interrupted his game of one-on-one with a sponge basketball and the hoop mounted on the wall of his office, which Prince had been watching through the open door of his office, to take the call. After a moment he got up and closed the door. Prince looked back at Lola.
”How well did you know Lydia?
”Not very.
”You were a member of her book club.
”I saw her once a month.
”Never any other time?
Shrug. ”Sometimes in the store.
”Did you know of anyone who was bothering her, someone who might have held a grudge against her, who might have wanted to hurt her?
Silent stare.
”Lola, Prince said, surrounded on every side by Yupik storyknives and finger fans and dance masks and feeling whiter than white, ”all I want is to catch the person who did this to Lydia. Did you know that she worked down at Maklak?
Lola, who had been staring fixedly at her desk, met Princes eyes for the first time. Hers were a deep, dark blue, framed in wings of straight black hair that curved gently beneath her jawline. With some sleep and a little animation, Lola Gamechuk could knock the world on its collective ear with that face alone. ”Everybody knew that.
”Did anyone there get mad at her for any reason?
A long silence. ”Maybe.
Prince tried not to pounce. ”Would you know of anyone who maybe had done that?
A longer silence. ”Ray.
”Ray who?
Lola looked at her fingers. ”Ray Wa.s.sillie. Sometimes he drinks too much. Sometimes when he drinks too much he gets mean.
”Was he mean to Lydia?
Lolas face closed up. ”I dont know.
That was all she was going to say. Prince packed up and left, trying not to look as if she was running away. The Yupik mask mounted on the wall next to the door laughed at her from within a circle of ivory and fur and feathers. She glared at it as she went out, but the grin didnt change.
”Lola was married to Ray Wa.s.sillie for about a century one year, Charlene told her, unfastening her gun belt and placing it in the second drawer down in her desk. She turned the key in the lock and put the key in her pocket.
”Oh, h.e.l.l.
”Dont be mad at her. He treated her pretty badly. She told us once she never would have left him if he hadnt hit the baby.
Prince remembered the phone calls. ”Tiffany?
Charlene nodded. ”Tiffany wasnt even two months old, colicky, cried a lot. Ray came home drunk and lost his temper. I saw the marks. Lola gets back every way she can. Cant say I blame her much.
”Christ.
”Yeah. Charlene stretched. ”Man, its windy up top. It was a b.i.t.c.h keeping her on course. My shoulders feel like theyve been frozen.
”You catch them? Mamie said you were tailing some hunters going after bear in a closed area.
Charlene made a disgusted face. ”No. I checked all the likely strips but I couldnt find the plane. Ill go up again tomorrow, but you know what its like. I might as well be on foot, for all the good I can do. She touched her toes and sat down. ”So you want to know about Lydia.