Part 26 (1/2)

Before Mary could respond, the front door opened and Ian stepped inside. ”Have you seen Mike about?” he asked, without bothering to greet anyone.

Mary shook her head. ”No, I've been here for about two hours and he hasn't shown up,” she said.

Ian shrugged off his coat and laid it on the back of a chair. ”I just had the oddest conversation with Mike's parents,” he said. ”Mike suggested I go by and meet them. See what they may know about the case. And everything seemed to be going fine until I brought up the case.”

”Then what happened,” Bradley asked.

Looking over at Bradley, Ian shrugged. ”Suddenly Mike's dad, Allen, was over-the-top upset about it. Claimed that I was using the investigation as a way to get publicity. Said that Emil had killed those boys, case closed.”

”But what about Ronny?” Mary asked. ”Did you mention the new evidence?”

Ian nodded. ”I did, but he didn't believe me. He told me I was lying and threw me out of his house.”

Mary sat down on one of the stools next to the counter. ”How did Mike take it?”

”He was as surprised as I was,” Ian said. ”He told me to drive back here, because he wanted to stick around and hear the conversation that took place after I left.”

”Well, he is the mayor of the village,” Stanley said. ”Having a murderer running around loose for twenty years ain't good for public confidence.”

”But wouldn't you want to know?” Rosie asked. ”Wouldn't you be grateful if someone found out you were wrong and was trying to figure out the truth?”

”Unless you didn't want that truth to come out,” Bradley said. ”Unless you had something to hide.”

”No, it can't be Mike's dad,” Mary said. ”It would destroy him.”

”Well, let's just hope for the best,” Rosie said.

”Aye, we can hope,” Ian said. ”And wait to hear from Mike.”

Chapter Forty-four.

”Fourteen bottles of beer on the wall, fourteen bottles of beer. You take one down, drink it by yourself and there's...” Mike stopped singing for a moment, counting in his head.

Mary sat up in her bed and shook her head. ”Thirteen. Thirteen bottles of beer on the wall.”

Mike looked up at her, grinned widely and then bowed. ”Thank you, milady,” he slurred. ”Thirteen bottles of beer on the wall.”

”What are you doing?” she asked.

He floated over next to her bed. ”I'm drunk.”

Sighing, she shook her head. ”You can't be drunk,” she said. ”You don't have a body, so alcohol can't affect you.”

He stared at her, then he moved closer trying to get her face in focus, and then he moved back. ”I can be drunk if I want to be,” he replied, nodding in a self-satisfied manner. ”Maybe I drank ghost beer. What do you think about that?”

”Well, I've never heard about ghost beer.”

He nodded and winked at her. ”We drink it at all the ghost bars,” he slurred. ”Bud Really Really Lite.”

”I don't buy it,” she said.

He exhaled loudly. ”Come on, Mary,” he said, his voice and actions back to normal, ”I really need to be drunk right now, okay? So just play along.”

”Mike, what happened when you stayed behind at your parents?”

His entire body seemed to deflate as he sank onto the edge of the bed. ”Tell me, Mary O'Reilly,” he said softly, his face searching hers, ”would you lie for me?”

She paused for only a moment and then she nodded. ”Yes, I would,” she said with a quick shrug. ”Because I know you and I trust you. And I know you would not ask me to do something that in the end would be wrong.”

He dropped his head. ”Dammit Mary, why did you have to do that?”

”Do what?”

”Trust in me,” he said, lifting his head and meeting her eyes. ”You shouldn't trust me, Mary, because I'm selfish and dishonest and self-serving...”

”What do you need me to do?” she asked.

”I don't know because I don't know what I'm supposed to do,” he said, his voice strained and filled with emotion. ”My dad...I think my dad murdered Timmy.”

”Oh, Mike. No, that can't be true,” she said. ”There must be some mistake.”

He stood up and floated across the room, pacing back and forth. ”I don't see how there can be a mistake,” he said. ”I saw him take Timmy's fis.h.i.+ng pole from a locked hiding place in the barn. I remember... I know... Timmy had that pole on his way to the lake. Only the murderer...”

”There has to be an explanation,” she interrupted.

”Yeah, I've been trying to think of one all night,” he replied. ”Why didn't he turn it in for evidence? Why didn't he give it to Timmy's parents? Why has he hidden it for all these years?”

He floated back to her bed. ”Mary, my dad can't go to prison,” he said. ”It would kill my mom. First she loses me and then my dad. She wouldn't be able to deal with it.”

”Your mom is probably stronger than you think,” she said.

He shook his head. ”You didn't see how people in town treated Emil's mother after he went to prison,” he said, shaking his head as he remembered his own cutting remarks to the woman. ”We weren't kind. We were cruel and unforgiving.”

Mary sat up as she remembered the swim trunks. ”Oh, Mike, I'm sorry,” she whispered, covering her mouth with her hand.

”What? What's wrong?” he asked.

”I gave the State's Attorney a pair of Timmy's swim trunks Emil found before he was arrested,” she said. ”He's checking them for DNA evidence.”

”How long?” he asked.