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“You ever see anybody around that house, Mr. Ross? Anybody at all? Even if they seemed innocuous. Oranything that seemed odd, out of place?”
His gaze boring into Decker, Ross said, “Eyes ain’t too good, so I don’t see much at all no more.”
“I see you’re wearing glasses. And you said you saw the ‘Feds’ at the house.”
Ross took his glasses off and wiped them on his sweater. “Most houses on this street are empty. Baronville, mostly empty too.” He put the specs backon.
“But a new fulfillment center is here.”
Ross shrugged. “Ain’t enough jobs to bring the town back. And don’t pay what the old jobs paid. Hell, nothing pays like the old jobs did. I never went to college, never had the chance, but I had me a good-paying job. Now, if you don’t know computers, you’re screwed.” He held up his hands. “Nobody builds nothing no more. Just typingcrap on a keyboard. That’s all folks do now. Typing. I mean, hell, what kinda job is that?”
“Did you work at the mines or the mills?”
“Coal, paper mill, and then the textile mill. At the mills, I fixed the machines. Did some of that at the coke plant too. When you come into this town back then, you could smell the stench. The coal, and the crap we used to make the paper. Iheard the Barons used to call it the smell of money. Screw them. Now the Mexicans and Orientals do all that for pennies a day. Before long they’ll have damn robots doing it. Then the Chinamen and Mexies will be out of a job too.” He cackled. “Used to be a railroad line that ran right through the middle of town to take the coal and coke to the Pittsburgh steel mills and also to other parts of the countryto keep the lights on. Yeah, I was a miner, but I got outta that early. Paid good but, hell, who wants black lung, right? What my missus died of, really, and she never stepped foot in a mine. Didn’t want that crap inside me. No sir.”
“Did you know the Baron family?”
“Assholes, all of ’em.”
Ross spat on the porch.
“Why’s that?”
“Created this placeand then let it go to hell, that’s why. That man sits in that big house on the hill and looks down on all of us. Son of a bitch!”
“John Baron, you mean?”
“Asshole.”
“But you earned a good living, right? You said you did.”
“Well, I worked for it. Nobody ever gave me a damn thing. Worked my hands to the bone. Sure, I made money, but they made a helluva lotmore.”
“Do you have any family?”
“One son who never comes to see the man what brought him into this world. Screw him.”
Decker eyed the wheelchair. “What happened to you?”
Behind the glass lenses Ross’s eyes seemed to shrink to the size of black pellets. “What happened to me? Hell, life happened to me, all you need to know.”
“Okay. Did you eversee anyone around that house?”
“You say you’re a cop? How do I know that? I’m old, so I’m skeptical of everything and everybody.”
Decker approached him and held out his creds.
“FBI, huh?” said Ross, his small eyes gazing from puckered sockets over the identification card. He looked down the street. “Feds all over the place. Why’s that? Two dead bodies in that house,the TV said. Why’s that federal stuff, I wonder?”
“Lots of stuff is federal stuff,” replied Decker.
“Too much,” snapped Ross with another dollop of spit delivered to his porch. “Government is into every damn thing we do. I’m sick of it.”
“So you’re into every person for themselves?”
“I’m into keeping the government outta my business. And I’m into the governmentstop taking sides of folks that don’t need no help. Look at me, I got nothing. You don’t see me crying about it. You don’t see me asking for handouts because I got some problem, or because I feel like somebody didn’t give me a fair shot. Hell, nothing about life is fair. You don’t like it, go back to where you come from, is what I say, and don’t let the American flag hit you on the ass onyour way out.”
“Interesting philosophy,” noted Decker.
