The Eddie Dougherty Collection by William Deverell

Author:William Deverell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: John McFetridge
Published: 2017-09-19T19:40:16+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

Dougherty walked into Station Ten at five o’clock Monday afternoon, an hour before his shift ended and the desk sergeant, Delisle, said, “ Eh, qu’est-ce que tu fais? ”

“I’m doing that surveillance, the museum thing.”

“Still, you’re doing that? Nice to get the overtime.”

Dougherty walked towards the locker room saying, “As long as they tell me,” and Delisle said, “They don’t tell me anything.”

He changed into jeans and a blue shirt that looked a lot like his uniform shirt without the markings and a leather jacket.

He was window-shopping on Sherbrooke Street across from the museum fifteen minutes before Mullins came out of the building.

Dougherty was walking towards Côte-des-Neiges, where Mullins would catch the bus heading north to his apartment, but this time the guy crossed Sherbrooke and walked down Guy, almost bumping into Dougherty as he passed him.

At de Maisonneuve, Dougherty thought he was going into the Métro but Mullins stopped in front of the Guy Cinema, and Dougherty thought he’d have to spend a couple hours watching a porno. Mullins read the poster — a double feature, Her Private Life and Suburban Housewives — but then he started walking again, south towards St. Catherine.

Dougherty felt exposed on the wide sidewalk of St. Catherine Street — even in the crowd he thought he was standing out as a cop and tried to stay far back from Mullins, but then he felt he was too far back.

Then he thought, screw it, he was just thinking that way because of the draft dodgers and the hippies, they thought everybody looked like a cop. None of these people going home from work or going out for a meal gave Dougherty a second look.

And Mullins never looked back. He stopped in front of the Seville and looked at the poster for Billy Jack, and Dougherty thought that would be okay, he hadn’t seen it, but then Mullins started walking again.

At Atwater, Mullins got in line waiting for the 107 bus, and Dougherty realized he was going to Verdun. They were going to Verdun. Dougherty got on the bus, too, and they rode down the hill to Verdun Avenue.

Mullins got off at 6th Street and Dougherty crossed the street and stayed back as far as he could as Mullins walked along the line of three-storey walk-ups, exactly the same kind of building Dougherty had grown up in on Fortune Street in the Point, wrought-iron stairs on the outside up to the second- and third-floor apartments and just like Dougherty’s old place, Mullins went into the apartment on the ground floor.

The street was lined on both sides for blocks with row houses so Dougherty couldn’t just stand around. He made a note of the address, 485, and then walked back to Verdun Avenue.

A few minutes later, Mullins came down the street with an older woman Dougherty figured was his mother. They turned onto Verdun Avenue and walked a block to a restaurant, the New Verdun, and went inside.

It looked like something Mullins and his mother did often.

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