But what do those guys know about the folks out here around Pine Mills? They dont know how to talk to Fergus Tibble.
Ferg hadnt been quite the same since a car he was working under five years ago slipped off the jack and nearly crushed him.
But what do those guys know about the folks out here around Pine Mills? They dont know how to talk to Fergus Tibble.
Ferg hadnt been quite the same since a car he was working under five years ago slipped off the jack and nearly crushed him.
Sure, he could still do his job, and eighty-year-old Agnes Bishop had been letting him run the store since her husband Wilson died. But sometimes Ferg was slow remembering stuff and you had to prompt him.
Maybe those Rennerton guys did that. They were detectives, after all, Meckler thought after parking his car at the side of the store.
Transom bells jingled when he entered, taking in the smells of motor oil, coffee, butter tarts and fresh bread. Agnes let the local churches sell baked goods at the store.
The place looked empty. He glanced down the small aisles stocked with cereals, canned beans, soups and condiments. The floorboards creaked as he walked by the chip racks and the coolers filled with milk and soft drinks.
Ferg!
A door in a back room closed and a man appeared wiping his hands on a towel. He wore a khaki work shirt with Ferg on his name patch and dirty jeans. He had a salt-and-pepper stubble, and Meckler figured he was in his early fifties. He knew Ferg had no kids and lived alone.
Hey there, Cal, havent seen you in a while.
Been busy, got any coffee left?
You bet. Ferg went behind the counter to the coffeemaker and started pouring some into a take-out cup. So, are they getting anywhere with this murder, Cal? Are they gonna find who did it?
Theyre working on it.
Ferg set the coffee on the counter. Meckler blew softly on the surface before sipping it.
Got any sugar?
Ferg reached into a box by the coffeemaker, tossed a couple of small packets on the counter.
Two Rennerton cops talked to me yesterday, asked me if I saw or remembered anything unusual, or out of character for the community was how they put it.
And?
Ferg shook his head.
I didnt see anything. You know how it is. Same old, same old here, the same old regular customers, a few travelers and the bird-watchers come through.
So nothing at all?
Meckler shook the sugar packets as Ferg shook his head.
Not even a little thing that you might remember? Think hard, Ferg.
Ferg scratched his whiskers.
How little are we talking, Cal?
Small enough to make a memory. Dont think it has to be some foaming-at-the-mouth crazy with a sign that says Im a Killer, Ferg, but any little thing that you might remember that stands out. It could help.
Ferg folded his arms, lowered his head and thought.
Well come to think of it there was this one guy, out-of-state plate. He had a van, nice-looking van and he was a big tipper.
Okay, is that all?
Well, when I was filling him I heard a noise in the back.
Meckler stared hard at Ferg.
You heard a noise in the back? What kind of noise?
Kinda like a faint muffled moan. I asked the driver if he had a dog in the back and I tried to look inside through his side window.
What you see?
Nothing, the reflection blocked me.
What did the guy say?
The driver said his wife was in the back trying to sleep, so that was it. I was real quiet after that and he gave me a fifteen-buck tip. Thats why I remember.
Did he have any other passengers?
None that I could tell.
Did you tell the Rennerton cops about this?
Never thought of it until just now.
Meckler pulled out his notebook, checked his watch.
What do you remember about the driver-can you describe him?
He was a white guy, Id say about forties, bald, had sunglasses on.
Wait. Did Rennerton review your security cameras?
They tried to, but theyre broken. Ive been meaning to ask Mrs. Bishop if we can get a new system.
Meckler rolled his eyes.
Your systems not broken, Ferg. I showed you the problem about two weeks ago. Let me get back there.
Ferg stepped clear as Meckler came around the counter and looked at the lower shelf, exhaling in frustration at the monitor, which was a black screen.
Ferg, I showed you how to fix this.
Meckler squatted to the lower shelf before the DVR, which looked like a DVD player. He pulled the system out, and studied the web of wires and cables running between the DVR and the monitor, which recorded everything seen by the camera in the store and the camera at the pumps. He tightened a cable for the monitors input. The monitor came to life, sectioned, splitting the screen into two, one with live images of the store, the other with images of the pump.
See? Meckler said. The monitor cable came loose.
Oh.
Darn it, Ferg.
The image inside was fuzzy and the image outside was too dark.
Ferg, you have to clean the inside camera lens. Its way too dusty. You need to get up there- Meckler nodded to the camera in the corner near the ceiling -and clean it with a soft cloth. Then Meckler pointed to the controls for the outside camera. Look, I told you the light changes outside and you have to set the camera to the auto brightness setting, here, so it adjusts to the changing light conditions. You got it?
Yup. Auto bright for outside. Clean the lens inside and check the cable.
Good, now it still recorded, so lets see if theres anything here. Is that okay with you?
Oh, yes, anything to help.
Now we need to know what day that was, the day that you got your big tip from our van.
Well, I remember Molly dropped some bread just before he came so that had to be Monday, around noon or so.
Ill enter the date and the approximate time, so the recording takes us to there.
Sounds good.
Images of activity at the pumps appeared. Vehicles came and went with Ferg pumping gas, checking oil or cleaning windshields. But this time they were so bright they were difficult to distinguish, like staring into the sun at silhouettes.
Wait, go back, Ferg said. There! Thats him! I recognize the shape.
A van rolled up to the pumps, but it was all in shadow.
I dont think were going to get a plate out of that, Meckler said.
Let it play a bit, I think something happened after the van.
Soon after, the distinct silhouette of a police car rolled up to the pumps in the opposite direction as the van was leaving.
Thats you, Cal.
Ill be darned.
And you got a dash-mounted camera, right?
Meckler nodded.
If you had it on, Ferg said. You wouldve got a better shot of the guy.
48
Edina, Minnesota
OMG, this is totally stupid!
Ashley Ostermelle slammed her bedroom door and fell onto her bed. She hated book reports-loathed and despised them! They should be banned from the universe!
Ashley swiped the stupid textbooks from her bed and they thudded to the floor.
We can do without the drama up there, young lady!
There should be some sort of United Nations law about what cruel punishment it is to make fourteen-year-old girls do reports on stupid books written by dead old English guys!
Why was her mother being so unreasonable?
Would someone please tell her why?
To order her to redo her essay or she wouldnt be allowed to go to Courtneys party was just plain mean. Shed worked hard on this thing. Still, her mother said that shed missed the point, that she hadnt addressed the questions about the books characters, about themes, about applying them to life today.
Why was her mother being so unreasonable?
Would someone please tell her why?
To order her to redo her essay or she wouldnt be allowed to go to Courtneys party was just plain mean. Shed worked hard on this thing. Still, her mother said that shed missed the point, that she hadnt addressed the questions about the books characters, about themes, about applying them to life today.
You cant be serious, Mother! I did my best! Its Charles Dickens! Hes been dead, like for a million years, so why should I care about Great Expectations?
Great expectations.
That must be code for what parents have for their children.
Her mother was a nurse. Her father was a carpenter who built houses. They were both perfectionists and Ashley felt they wanted her to be perfect, too.
The perfect child with the perfect grades to get into the perfect school and have the perfect life.
Well, guess what, Mother? Im not perfect. Maybe Ill end up being a crazy old lady like that Miss Havisham, living like a ghost in my gross bug-filled old house with my rotting wedding dress. Miss Havisham was dumb. You dont let your life stop after a big disappointment. You have to keep going or you end up like a dead thing stuck in the past.
Wait a minute.
Thats it, thats a theme about a character you can apply to your life.
No. No. It wont work. How do I write that so it sounds all scholarly? I dont know. This is so hard!
You stay off your phone and get to work, Ashley!
I am working on it! Stop torturing me!
Ashleys phone chirped with a message, then another, then another.
Something was going on. It started with Breen. She had news about an incident shed witnessed at school today. Nick Patterson, the boy Ashley was secretly in love with had just asked Shawna Cano for a date.
No! No! No! My lifes over!
Breen was telling everyone that it happened after school while they were waiting for the bus and Nick just walked up alone to a group where Shawna and Breen were and asked Shawna if she wanted to maybe go to McDonalds or something sometime with him or whatever, and if not, he was cool with that, and how Shawna, who really liked him, said sure that would be fun and how Nick walked away smiling his dreamy smile. Everyone was now saying how that had to be the most romantic, bravest thing for Nick to do, right out there in front of everybody.
Ashley stuffed her face in her pillow.
Her life had been reduced to crap.
How did this happen?
It had to have been that day Nick had walked near her when she was at her locker with Madison and Madison was saying Dont move, because Nick was standing three feet behind her talking to Brendan. Ashley wanted Madison to take a picture of him that close to her, he was so hot. Then Ashley thought of that horrible pimple she had on her forehead and began rummaging through her bag for her makeup. Thats when her books and stuff splashed on the floor and when she got down to pick stuff up, Nick just backed away still talking to Brendan.