The Dark Half - Stephen King [177]
'Yes. I'll have the place covered almost immediately.'
'Good man. And you'll liaise with the Oxford Barracks?'
'Affirmative. Henry Payton's a friend.'
'Beaumont is dangerous, Sheriff. Extremely dangerous. If he does show up, you watch your ass.'
'I will.'
'And keep me informed.' Harrison broke the connection without saying goodbye.
4
His mind — the part of it that busied itself with protocol, anyway — awoke and started asking questions . . . or trying to. Alan decided he didn't have time for protocol. Not in any of its forms. He was simply going to keep all possible circuits open and proceed. He had a feeling things had reached the point where some of those circuits would soon begin to close of their own accord.
At least call some of your own men.
But he didn't think he was ready to do that, either. Norris Ridgewick, the one he would have called, was off duty and out of town. John LaPointe was still laid up with poison ivy. Seat Thomas was out on patrol. Andy Clutterbuck was here, but Clut was a rookie and this was a nasty piece of work.
He would roll this one on his own for awhile.
You're crazy! Protocol screamed in his mind.
'I might be getting there, at that,' Alan said out loud. He looked up Albert Martin's number in the phone book and called him back to ask the questions he should have asked the first time.
5
'What time did you see the Toronado backing out of your barn, Fuzzy?' he asked when Martin answered, and thought: He won't know. Hell, I'm not entirely sure he knows how to tell time.
But Fuzzy promptly proved him a liar. 'Just a cunt's hair past three, Chief.' Then, after a considering pause: ''Scuse my Frankais.'
'You didn't call until — ' Alan glanced at the day-sheet, where he had logged Fuzzy's call without even thinking about it. 'Until three-twenty-eight.'
'Had to think her over,' Fuzzy said. 'Man should always look before he leaps, Chief, at least that's the way I see her. Before I called you, I went down to the barn to see if whoever got the car was up to any other ructions in there.'
Ructions, Alan thought, bemused. Probably checked the bale of pot n the loft while you were at it, didn't you, Fuzzy?
'Had he been?'
'Been what?'
'Up to any other ructions.'
'Nope. Don't believe so.'
'What condition was the lock in?'
'Open,' Fuzzy said pithily.
'Smashed?'
'Nope. just hangin in the hasp with the arm popped up.'
'Key, do you think?'
'Don't know where the sonofawhore could've come by one. I think he picked it.'
'Was he alone in the car?' Alan asked. 'Could you tell that?'
Fuzzy paused, thinking it over. 'I couldn't tell for sure,' he said at last. 'I know what you're thinkin, Chief — if I could make out the breed o' plate and read that smart-ass sticker, I ought to been able to make out how many folks was in it. But the sun was on the glass, and I don't think it was ordinary glass, either. I think it had some tint to it. Not a whole lot, but some.'
'Okay, Fuzzy. Thanks. We'll check it out.'
'Well, he's gone from here,' Fuzzy said, and then added in a lightning flash of deduction: 'But he must be somewhere.'
'That's very true,' Alan said. He promised to tell Fuzzy 'how it all warshed out' and hung up. He pushed away from his desk and looked at the clock.
Three, Fuzzy had said. Just a cunt's hair past three. 'Scuse my Frankais.
Alan didn't think there was any way Thad could have gotten from Ludlow to Castle Rock in three hours short of rocket travel, not with a side-trip back to his house thrown in for good measure — a little side-trip during which, incidentally, he had kidnapped his wife and kids and killed a couple of state troopers. Maybe if it had been a straight shot right from Ludlow, but to come from someplace else, stop in Ludlow, and then get here in time to pick a lock and drive away in a Toronado he just happened to have conveniently stashed in Fuzzy Martin's barn? No