Killer Weekend by Ridley Pearson

Author:Ridley Pearson [Pearson, Ridley]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Mystery
Publisher: Penguin Group US
Published: 2007-01-03T05:00:00+00:00

Two

Most people, when under the harsh tube lighting of the Sheriff’s Office, looked somewhat green and sickly. But not Fiona. She had an intriguing look about her, fan lines at the edges of her eyes, giving her wisdom and her small but pouty mouth something of a distraction.

Walt studied her as she arranged the contents of the lost-and-found carry-on discovered at the airport. She spread them out and began photographing them while maintaining a conversation with him.

“It must strike you as odd,” she said, “some guy carrying around all this stuff.”

“Atypical is how I’d classify it,” he said.

“Yeah, that’s exactly how I’d put it as well.”

He’d shut the door to the room and locked it because he didn’t want anyone from his office seeing the bag or its contents. For now, the bag was all his.

“Tell me about your father. He’s here for the conference, right?” She ran off a series of shots.

“The usual sordid history,” he said.

“Sordid’s a strong word.”

“And accurate in this case.”

“Fathers and sons. Mothers and daughters. As old as the Bible,” she said.

“There was…an event,” he said. “A long time ago.” He felt on the verge of sharing something he had shared with no one.

She remained focused on the photography. “An event. That does sound ominous.” She took a few more shots. “Are you going to tell me about it?”

“No.”

“That hardly seems fair.”

“He put me through something. He went from god to demon in an afternoon.”

“That doesn’t sound pretty.”

“It wasn’t pretty.” He added, “And the funny thing is: I’ll bet he doesn’t even remember it. Strange how that happens—a kid’s world crumbles and the adult doesn’t even take notice.”

“Change is good. Look at what a strong leader you’ve become as an adult.”

“Me?” Walt didn’t think of himself as a strong leader. He felt like a failed husband and father. “If it had been adolescence, it might have made more sense. I was nine at the time. I still worshipped at his feet at that point.”

“And you’re not going to tell me?”

“It’s not you…I’ve never told anyone,” he said. “I don’t know if—”

His cell phone rang, and he answered it. He caught himself holding his breath as a nurse explained the situation to him. He hung up.

“It’s my nephew,” he muttered. “He’s in the emergency room. I gotta go.”

“Is he all right?”

Walt couldn’t get a word out. He’d lost his brother, his marriage. He couldn’t lose Kevin, too.

He climbed into the Cherokee and sped off, his light rack flashing. She’d started him thinking about the past, and he found himself stuck there.

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