Needful Things - Stephen King [270]
She turned to him. Her eyes were still calm, but her raised brows expressed annoyance.
"Miss Hendrie, I really do need to talk with Sean Rusk. I think I need to talk to him very badly."
"Oh?" Her voice was cool.
"Something-" Alan suddenly thought of Polly and his voice cracked.
He cleared his throat and pushed on. "Something is going on in my town. The suicide of Brian Rusk is only part of it, I believe. And I also believe that Sean Rusk may have the key to the rest of it."
"Sheriff Pangborn, Sean Rusk is only seven years old. And if he does know something, why aren't there other policemen here?"
Other policemen, he thought. What she means are qualified policemen. Policemen who don't interview eleven-year-old boys on the street and then send them home to commit suicide in the garage.
"Because they've got their hands full," Alan said, "and because they don't know the town the way I do."
"I see." She turned to go again.
"Miss Hendrie."
"Sheriff, I'm short-handed this evening and very b-" "Brian Rusk wasn't the only Castle Rock fatality today. There were at least three others. Another man, the owner of the local tavern, has been taken to the hospital in Norway with gunshot trauma. He may live, but it's going to be touch and go with him for the next thirty-six hours or so.
And I have a hunch the killing isn't done."
He had finally succeeded in capturing all of her attention.
"You believe Sean Rusk knows something about this?"
"He may know why his brother killed himself. If he does, that may open up the rest of it. So if he wakes up, will you tell me?"
She hesitated, then said, "That depends on his mental state when he does, Sheriff. I'm not going to allow you to make a hysterical little boy's condition worse, no matter what is going on in your town."
"I understand."
"Do you? Good." She gave him a look which said,just sit there and don't make trouble for me, then, and went back behind the high desk. She sat down, and he could hear her putting bottles and boxes on the med-cart.
Alan got up, went to the pay phone in the hall, and dialled Polly's number again. And once again it simply rang on and on. He dialled You Sew and Sew, got the answering machine, and racked the phone. He went back to his chair, sat in it, and stared at the Mother Goose mural some more.
You forgot to ask me one question, Miss Hendrie, Alan thought.
You forgot to ask me why I'm here if there's so much going on in the seat of the county I was elected to preserve and protect. You forgot to ask me why I'm not leading the investigation while some lessessentialofficereIdSeatThomas,forinstance sitshere,waiting for Sean Rusk to wake up. You forgot to ask those things, Miss Hendrie, and I know a secret. I'm glad you forgot. That's the secret.
The reason was as simple as it was humiliating. Except in Portland and Bangor, murder belonged not to the Sheriff's Office but to the State Police. Henry Payton had winked at that in the wake of Nettle and Wilma's duel, but he was not winking anymore. He couldn't afford to. Representatives of every southern Maine newspaper and TV station were either in Castle Rock right now or on their way. They would be joined by their colleagues from all over the state before very much longer and if this really was not over, as Alan suspected, they would shortly be joined by more media people from points south.
That was the simple reality of the situation, but it didn't change the way Alan felt. He felt like a pitcher who can't get the job done and is sent to the showers by the coach. It was an indescribably shitty way to feel. He sat in front of Simple Simon and once again began to add up the score.
Lester Pratt, dead. He had come to the Sheriff's Office in a jealous frenzy and had attacked John LaPointe. It was over his girl, apparently, althoughjohn had told Alan before the ambulance came that he had not dated Sally Ratcliffe in over a year. "I only thaw her to thpeek to wunth in awhile on the thtreet, and even then thee cut me dead motht of the time. Thee dethided I'm one of the hellhound." He had touched