ready.â
I looked at him for a long moment, trying to figure him out. But he was a closed door to me, since he was among the living. Finally, I nodded.
My toenails werenât quite dry, so despite the autumn bite in the air, I stepped into his truck barefoot. He seemed tofind that amusing. Hollis Boxleitner was a husky man with a crooked nose, a broad face, and a smile full of gleaming white teeth, though at the moment he was far from smiling. His pale blond hair was smooth as glass.
âYou always lived here in Sarne?â I asked, after weâd parked at the Sonic and heâd pressed the button to order two chocolate shakes.
âFor ten years,â he said. âI moved here my last two years of high school, and I stayed. I had a couple years of community college, but I commuted to class after the first year.â
âBeen married? Was that how Teenie was your sister-in-law?â
âYes.â
I nodded acknowledgment. âKids?â
âNo.â
Maybe heâd known the marriage wouldnât last.
âMy wife was Monteenâs older sister,â he said. âMy wife is dead.â
That was a shocker. I sighed. While Hollis paid for the shakes, I reflected that I was going to learn about Teenie Hopkins, whether I wanted to or not.
âI met Monteen when she was thirteen. I picked her up from outside a juke joint way out in the county, while I was on patrol. It was so obvious she was underage and had no business being there. She made a pass at me in the police car. She was totally out of hand. I met Sally when I took Monteen home to her momâs house that night.â He was silent for a moment, remembering. âI liked Sally a lot, the first time I laid eyes on her. She was a regular girl, with a lot of sweetness in her. Teenie was wild as a razorback.â
âSo the Teagues couldnât have been that happy about their son dating her.â
âYou could say that. Teenie got it from her mom. At that time, Helen was drinking a lot, and not too particular about who she brought home. But Helen managed to change, finally quit drinking. When Teenieâs mom settled down, Teenie did, too.â
That wasnât how Sybil had tried to make it appear, at our second meeting. I filed that fact for future reference.
âHow do you get hired?â he asked.
I sucked hard on the straw, thinking over the abrupt change in subject. It was a good milk shake, but it had been a mistake to get a cold drink on a brisk day when I was barefoot. I shivered.
âLots of word of mouth. Thatâs how I got hired here; Terry Vale heard something about me at a city government conference. Law enforcement people talk to each other, at conventions and by email. And thereâve been stories in a professional magazine or two.â
He nodded. âI guess you couldnât advertise.â
âSometimes, we do. Hard to get the wording right.â
âI can see that.â He smiled reluctantly. Then he reverted to just being intense. âYou just . . . feel them?â
I nodded. âI see the last moments. Like a tiny clip of a video. Can you please turn on the heater?â
âYes, weâll ride.â A minute later, weâd left Sonic and were cruising what there was of Sarne.
âHow big is the police force here?â I was trying to be polite. There was an undercurrent here, and the water in it was moving faster and faster.
âFull-time, besides me? The sheriff, two other deputies right now.â
âStretched pretty thin.â
âNot during this season. Now, weâve just got leaf people. Come to see the colors change. Theyâre pretty peaceable.â Hollis shook his head over people taking time off from life to look at a bunch of leaves. âSummer tourist season, we take on six part-time people. Traffic control and so on.â
Hollis Boxleitnerâs income would be small. He was a youngish man, and he seemed