Widows Cove by Paul Rooney

Author:Paul Rooney
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nextone Inc
Published: 2023-12-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Nine

I

had left a message for Christian DeJesus, but like the other crew members of the Emma Jean, he had not called me back. Christian lived a few streets over from Manny in the south end. I figured I could kill two birds with one stone. I called again, and the voicemail picked up. The message was in Spanish. I could understand “DeJesus,” but that was about it. I left a message in English. I didn’t know Christian’s understanding of English, but Bob Halloran had interviewed him, and he would have told me if he had needed a translator.

I had his address on Cove Road, so I figured I would take a chance and pay him a surprise visit. I pulled in front of the small cottage at 1410 Cove Road. The cottage was sandwiched between two triple-deckers in various stages of disrepair. In contrast, The DeJesus home seemed to be well cared for. The front yard burst with color, hibiscus, azaleas and two of the most beautiful cherry trees I have ever seen. Somebody in the household had a green thumb. The home had a natural Cape Code style with shaker shingles on the exterior. I made my way up a flagstone walkway to the front door. There were no cars in the driveway or lights on in the house. I rang the doorbell and was greeted with the loudest, scariest barking I have ever heard. A pit bull with a head the size of a basketball stared at me through the living room picture window. The dog was better security than any system made by ADP.

I rang it again. Same response, more barking, more snarling. No signs of human life. I pulled out a business card and wrote ‘Call me’ on it. I stuck it in the front door and waved goodbye to the friendly family pet. The barking finally subsided when I got into my rental and drove away.

I didn’t want to head back to Saugus just yet. I figured I would head over to Mike’s Restaurant and see if somebody knew the blonde or brunette who, I was pretty sure, had caused me to go lights out. I headed back over the drawbridge to Fairhaven about 3:00 p.m. I googled Mike’s Restaurant just to make sure they were open on Mondays. It was a good time to go. Monday is usually a slow day for restaurants, and mid-afternoon is the slow time any day. Fifteen minutes after leaving the DeJesus home, I pulled into Mike’s parking lot. There was a sprinkling of cars in the lot. I hoped the bartender who had served me Friday night was working.

I walked into Mike’s, and it was a much different scene than Friday night. A couple of construction types in dirty jeans and T-shirts sat at the bar. Another two middle-aged businessmen in suits sat in a booth near the front door. I peeked around the corner. The dining room was empty. I grabbed a seat at the end of the bar and waited.

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