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him for coffee,” I said.
    That seemed too hard a thing for her to think about. She tried for a while and gave up and yelled into the house. “Roy. Some guy here wants to see you.”
    Roy appeared in an undershirt and baggy jeans with no belt. His long hair was clubbed back in a ponytail. He was barefoot and needed a shave. On his upper arm was a tattoo of a cowboy riding a bucking horse. The cowboy was holding the reins with one hand and waving his hat with the other. Below the horse, a banner read “Born to Raise Hell.”
    “Whaddya need?” Roy said.
    “I need to talk about Mary Toricelli.”
    He looked at me for a moment without speaking. You could tell he thought he was scary. Then he spoke to the woman.
    “Ma,” he said. “Whyn’t you go clean up the breakfast dishes.”
    She shuffled off in her blue rubber flip-flops. Roy stepped out onto the front stoop and closed the door behind him.
    “Go ahead,” Roy said. “Talk.”
    “I understand you are a friend of Mary’s.”
    “Who tole you that?”
    “She did,” I lied.
    “And who the fuck are you,” Roy said.
    “My name is Spenser,” I said. “I’m trying to clear her of a murder charge.”
    “Yeah, I heard about her husband. What are you coming to me for?”
    “I understand you used to go out with her.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Are you still friends?”
    “I seen her once, couple years ago, at a high school reunion,” Roy said.
    He was dark-haired and taller than I was, with dark eyes that looked tired, and a little pouchy. I thought he looked like a boozer. Some women might think he looked soulful.
    “Seen her since?” I said.
    “None of your fucking business,” Roy said.
    “Clever answer,” I said. “You go to high school together?”
    “Yeah. Graduated Franklin High in ‘eighty-nine,” Levesque said. “You a fucking cop, man?”
    “Private,” I said.
    “Private? A fucking gumshoe? For crissake I’m trying to eat my breakfast.”
    “The reunion the last time you saw her?”
    “I don’t know. I seen her when I seen her.”
    “You anything more than friends?”
    “What’s that mean?”
    “You intimate?”
    “You mean did I fuck her?”
    “Yes.”
    “What if I did?”
    “More power to you,” I said.
    “I didn’t say I fucked her. I just said what if I did?”
    “Sure,” I said.
    “I don’t want to get mixed up in some freaking murder case, you know?”
    “I know,” I said. “She date anyone else besides you?”
    “No… I don’t know… I never said I dated her.”
    “But you did.”
    “I don’t have to talk with you, pal.”
    “Of course you don’t,” I said. “You know anybody she might have been dating?”
    “I got nothing else to say.”
    “What a shame,” I said.
    “So just shove fucking off, pal.”
    “You bet,” I said. “How’d you feel about her marrying Nathan Smith?”
    He tapped me on the chest with a long forefinger. “I told you once to take a walk. I’m not telling you again.”
    “Actually you told me to ”shove fucking off.“ You didn’t say anything about taking a walk.”
    Roy looked a little confused. But he was a tough guy, wasn’t he? He changed the jabbing finger into a flat hand on my chest and shoved. I didn’t move. There was no point to this. He wasn’t going to talk to me anymore. I was just being stubborn.
    Roy said, “You don’t want to fuck with me, pal.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because you’re real close to a lot of trouble.”
    “You?” I said.
    “Yeah. Me.”
    “Roy, you couldn’t cause me trouble if you had a bulldozer.”
    Roy was maybe an inch taller than I was, but ten pounds lighter. He thought about it. But he didn’t do it. Instead he said, “Ahh,” and dismissed me with a hand gesture and turned back toward the house.
    “We’ll talk again,” I said.
    He kept going.
    As I went back to my car I saw the nose of the Explorer around the corner on a side street. I thought about going over and grabbing one of the shadows. But that was just