Page 66 of Head Room
I smiled at her then turned to Hiram.“Was that his regular day to help them out?”
“How would I know?Don’t keep a copy of his calendar, neither.”
She said calmly, “No, it’s not.He usually goes end of the week.”
“Well, that’s true,” he instantly agreed.Then, unprompted, he added, “Said he was also cleaning up around his place.”
The clear-cut?Or something else?
Somehow I didn’t see anyone discussing dusting and vacuuming with Hiram.
“Cutting down brush?”I asked.
“Didn’t see it, did I?”
“Did you ever go with Jardos to meet up with these guys, find out what they needed, take things to them?”
“Nah.”
“But you saw him talking to that one,” Yvette said.“Remember?You told me about it.”
“Yeah,” he said slowly.“Talking real fast at each other.Even match, though the other one’s younger a good bit.But Frank can hold his ground.”
“Angry?”
“Maybe.”
“You said you weren’t sure if they were mad at each other or not,” Yvette reminded him.
I sure wished she’d been the witness instead of him.
“Do you know the name of this vet?”
If she chose to answer my question and just skip Hiram, I’d be good with that.
No such luck.
“Nah,” he said.
“When was this?”
“Dunno.”
“Same day you saw him last,” Yvette said.“Day before the fire.”
“Yeah.”
“Can you describe him?Color—”
“Nah.”
“—of hair or eyes.”
“Nah.”
“Anything?”
“Nah.”
