Page 48 of Evil Bones
Katy and Ruthie spent their last summer days together doing exactly as they pleased. Picnic dinners. Bike rides. Garden tours. Popcorn and old movies on the sofa each night. Life on the edge. I joined in as my work schedule allowed.
On yet another simmering Monday morning, I returned to the MCME to resume the case inventory I’d abandoned to collect Bear’s skull. It was Labor Day, I know. But I figured I could work uninterrupted with most everyone gone.
I figured wrong.
I was opening a third file when my mobile rang.
Recognizing the number, I picked up, grateful for the interruption.
“Hey, pookie,” I answered, knowing the response I’d get.
“I’ve asked you not to call me that, Mom.”
“I know.”
“You can be so annoying,” said Katy, sighing.
“I’ll work on it.”
“Listen, I need a favor.”
“Oh?”
“Jesus. Don’t sound so apprehensive.”
I considered a moment before responding. “I’m remembering some of your past requests.”
“Like what?”
“Like the time you needed help collecting horse ejaculate.”
“That jizz was from an extremely valuable thoroughbred,” said Katy, sounding slightly offended. “I made good money on that gig.”
“I’m glad you’ve changed jobs.”
“Whatever.” A pop-top whooshed. “I’ve just had a call from a retired Marine captain down in Greenville, South Carolina, a former resident at the center. This guy was a train wreck when he first arrived, I mean totally butt-kicked by PTSD.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“He’s better now—has a job, a wife. But he’s undergoing some sort of crisis and wants me to come see him.”
“You shouldn’t go alone.”
“Bubs is riding with me.” Katy referred to a worker at the men’s shelter, a kid who was never going to win a brain power competition. “Besides, this guy’s never been violent. And he’s ancient.”
“How old?”
“He’s got to be well into his fifties.”
“I’m surprised the old geezer is still able to dial a phone.”
“Hilarious.”
“How can I help?”
“Can Ruthie stay with you for a few days?”
“Of course. I’d love to have her.” Not totally true given Ryan’s upcoming visit.
