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"It won't solve the problem."
"Why won't it? Let them see how well they'll do without you."
"You don't understand. I'm convinced Kelly Drummond's killer was after me. It's got something to do with that dead black man. That's the only thing that makes sense."
"Why?"
"We've gotten virtually nowhere in trying to find this serial killer or psychopath or whatever he is. So why would he want to come after me? But the lynched black man is another matter. I'm the only one making noise about it. That's the connection. Why doesn't the sheriff see that?"
I felt her nails trace my vertebrae.
"You want to believe that all people are good, Dave," she said. "When your friends don't act the way they should, you feel all this anger and then it turns inward on you."
"I'm going to take down that guy, Boots. Even if I have to do it outside the department."
It was quiet for a long time. Then I felt her weight shift on the mattress and I thought she was getting up to get dressed. Instead,
she rose to her knees, pressed her body hard against my back, and pulled my head against her breasts.
"I'll always love you, Dave," she said. "I don't care if you're a cop or a commercial fisherman or if you hunt down this bastard and kill him, I'll always love you for the man you are."
How do you respond to a statement like that?
The phone call came at 9:30 that night. I answered it in the kitchen.
"You're a hard man to catch," she said.
"Who's this?"
"The lady who's been trying to catch you, sugar."
"How about giving me a name?"
"It's Amber. Who else, darlin'?" Her voice sounded sleepy, indolent, in slow motion.
"Ah, the lady of the mysterious phone messages."
"You don't remember me? Don't hurt my feelings."
"No, I'm sorry, I don't recall who you are. What can I do for you?"
"It's me that's going to do you a big favor, darlin'. It's because I like you. It's because I remember you from New Orleans a long time ago."
"I appreciate all this, but how about we cut to it?"
"I'm gonna give you the guy you want, sweetheart."
"Which guy are we talking about?"
"He's a nasty ole pimp and he's been doin' some nasty things to his little girls."
Through the back window I could see my neighbor burning field stumps in the dark. The sparks spun upward against the black sky.
"What's his name, Amber?"
"I've got a temporary problem, though. I want to go back to Florida for a little while, you know what I mean?"
"What do you need?"
