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“I didn’t tell your daddy you’s here,” he said. “I figure you’d want to tell him yourself. But why don’t you come on and sleep in the house, Mister Ben. That big old house just rattling around with hardly nobody in it, you out here sleepin’ with the dogs.”
“We’ll see,” I said. “Thank you for the invitation.”
Along with the coffee, Dabney had brought me a straight razor, shaving soap, a tortoiseshell comb and brush, and a stack of fresh clothing—my old clothes, laundered and folded. I was probably skinny enough to fit into them now.
“God bless you both,” I said.
“You the one that needs the blessin’, from what I hear,” Yvella said. “You best keep out of trouble.”
“I will try,” I said. “Listen, I have a favor to ask both of y’all.”
“Your father don’t need to know, and we ain’t gonna tell him,” said Dabney.
“The same goes for me,” said Yvella. “And now I got a favor to ask of you.”
“What is it?”
“Would you eat them damn biscuits before they get cold?”
Chapter 83
AS SOON AS I POURED the last of the coffee, Duke and Dutchy started barking—insistent, urgent, annoying barks. They ran up and down along the wall underneath the cobwebby window.
I went over and was astonished to see Elizabeth in the bushes and with her none other than L. J. Stringer.
I motioned for them to go around to the front door.
“Damn, Ben,” L.J. said, “if we wanted to come through the front door, we would have done it in the first place.”
I shut the door behind them. “How’d you even know I was here?”
They looked annoyed at my stupidity.
“Don’t you think those Klan boys had somebody follow you home last night after their meeting? The whole town knows, Ben. Everybody knows who you are and where you are. All the time.”
I felt stupid. Of course they had followed me.
L.J. straightened. “Ben, let me put it to you as simply as I know how. Your life
is in danger.”
“He’s right. Actually, it’s a miracle you’re still alive,” said Elizabeth. She reached out and touched my shoulder, eyes wide with concern.
L.J. spoke in a no-nonsense voice. “People are really angry, Ben. I mean angry. You forget what a small town this is. Folks know you’re up to something, and whatever it is, you ain’t here to make them look good.”
“I don’t have to defend myself, L.J. There’s murder going on in this town. Hell, I’ve seen six people with my own eyes who’ve been murdered, just in the short time since I got here! They nearly killed me, just for seeing what I saw.”
Elizabeth spoke, her voice as gentle as L.J.’s was harsh.
“Ben, these are, or were, your neighbors,” she said. “These are your friends. Most of them are good, decent people.”
“Elizabeth, I don’t see anything decent about men who murder innocent people. You put neighborliness ahead of simple humanity? Forgive me if I disagree.”
I realized that I probably sounded like a defense attorney pleading a case. Another hopeless one?
L.J. seemed to read my mind. “No point in discussing it any further,” he said. “We came here because we’re afraid for you, Ben. We want to try to help. It’s just a matter of time before they come for you again. And hang you good. I’ll figure out some way to keep you safe.”
“Thank you, L.J., Elizabeth. I really do appreciate your concern. More than you can possibly know.”
