Free Fire - C. J. Box [144]
“It isn’t like where you used to live,” Ed continued on, “up the Bighorn Road or out there on your mother-in-law’s ranch. In town, we all look out for each other and help each other out.”
“Got it,” Joe said, feeling his neck flush hot, wishing Ed Nedney would turn his attention to someone else on the street or go wax his car or go to breakfast with his old retired buddies at the Burg-O-Pardner downtown.
Joe kept his head down, and started scraping several inches of dead leaves from his gutter with the spatula he’d borrowed from the kitchen drawer.
“I’ve got a tool for that,” Ed offered.
“That’s okay, Ed,” Joe said through clenched teeth, “I’m doingjust fine.”
“Mind if I come over?” Nedney asked while crossing his lawn onto Joe’s. It was easy to see the property line, Joe noted, since Ed’s lawn was green and raked clean of leaves and Joe’s was neither. Nedny grumbled about the shape of Joe’s old ladderwhile raising it and propping it up against the eave. “Is this ladder going to collapse on me?” Ed asked while he climbed it.
“We’ll see,” Joe said, as Nedny’s big, fleshy face and pipe appeared just above the rim of the gutter. Ed rose another rung so he could fold his arms on the roof and watch Joe more comfortably.He was close enough that Joe could have reached out and patted the top of Nedny’s watch cap with the spatula.
“Ah, the joys of being a homeowner, eh?” Ed said.
Joe nodded.
“Is it true this is the first house you’ve owned?”
“Yes.”
“You’ve got a lovely family. Two daughters, right? Sheridan and Lucy?”
“Yes.”
“I met your wife Marybeth a couple of weeks ago. She owns that business management company—MBP? I’ve heard good things about them.”
“Good.”
“She’s quite a lovely woman as well. I’ve met her mother, Missy. The apple didn’t fall far from that tree.”
“Yes it did,” Joe said, wishing the ladder would collapse.
“I heard you used to live out on the ranch with her and Bud Longbrake. Why did you decide to move to town? That’s a pretty nice place out there.”
“Nosy neighbors,” Joe said.
Nedny forged on, “What are you? Forty?”
“Almost.”
“So you’ve always lived in state-owned houses, huh? Paid for by the state?”
Joe sighed and looked up. “I’m a game warden, Ed. The game and fish department provided housing.”
“I remember you used to live out on the Bighorn Road,” Nedny said. “Nice little place, if I remember. Phil Kiner lives there now. Since he’s the new game warden for the county, what do you do?”
Joe wondered how long Nedny had been waiting to ask these questions since they’d bought the home and moved in. Probably from the first day. But until now, Nedny hadn’t had the opportunityto corner Joe and ask.
“I still work for the department,” Joe said. “I fill in wherever they need me.”
“I heard,” Nedny said, raising his eyebrows man-to-man, “that you work directly for the governor now. Like you’re some kind of special agent or something.”
“At times,” Joe said.
“Interesting. Our governor is a fascinating man. What’s he like in person? Is he really crazy like some people say?”
Joe was immensely grateful when he heard the front door of his house slam shut and saw Marybeth come out into the front yard and look up. She was wearing her weekend sweats and her blond hair was tied back in a ponytail. She took in the scene: Ed Nedny up on the ladder next to Joe.
“Joe, you’ve got a call from dispatch,” she said. “They said it was an emergency.”
“Tell them it’s your day off,” Nedny counseled, “tell ’em you’ve got gutters to clean out and a fence to fix.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Ed?”
“We all would,” Nedny answered, “the whole block.”
“You’ll have to climb down so I can take that call,” Joe said. “I don’t think that ladder will hold both of us.”
Nedny sighed with frustration and started down. Joe followed.
“My spatula, Joe?” she asked, shaking her head at him.
“I told him I had a tool for that,” Ed called over his shoulder as he trudged toward his house.
“I’M NOT USED to people so close that they can watch and comment on everything we do,” Joe said to Marybeth as he enteredthe house.