Chapter 1
âYou think you can hurt me? You canât. I will end your life.â The voice was loud and the threat convincing.
I was outside of Everything Pizza, and safe from the tirade going on inside the restaurant, but even I was a bit intimidated. There was nothing I could do except wait for the situation to calm down. Jesse Dewalt, the chief of police in Archers Rest, was inside, and if anyone could handle the town bully, it was Jesse. Through the screaming, I could hear him quietly mediating the situation.
I did feel bad for him, though. Heâd gone in to get us a couple of slices for lunch and found yet another crisis, courtesy of the restaurantâs owner, Joe Proctor. Who Joe was screaming at or why I didnât know. But it didnât really matter. Joe had had a problem with nearly everybody in Archers Rest at one time or another. Including me.
A few weeks before, Iâd parked my car in front of his store. It was legal street parking, but he still yelled. That was Joeâs reaction to every slight, real or imaginedâthe mailman delivering late in the day, kids playing on the sidewalk, or customers who took too long to finish their mealâno one was immune. And for better or worse, the town was so used to him that we barely even noticed anymore.
âAre you doing anything special for New Yearâs?â Lori Proctor asked me as we heard a loud crash coming from inside the restaurant she owned with her husband. She had met me on the sidewalk and stopped me from going in, so now we were just standing in the cold, acting as if there were nothing odd about it.
âJesse and I are going to New York City later today, so weâll be there to ring in the New Year,â I said. âWhat about you?â
From inside the restaurant, I could hear Joe yell, âYou are a punk, you hear me? I can take you down anytime I want.â
Lori blushed, but otherwise her face remained calm. Like me, she was doing her best to ignore Joeâs latest outburst. Though, unlike me, she had decades of practice. âNo, nothing special,â she said through a thin, tired smile. âJoe and I are always so exhausted that we just fall into bed when we get home. I donât think weâve been up late since we took over this place.â
Lori was, I guessed, in her mid-fifties. She was quite pretty; her light brown hair had a few streaks of gray and her skin a few lines, but she was a woman who, with a good nightâs sleep and some peace and quiet, would make heads turn.
âI know where you live, where you work, where you buy your groceries. I know everything about you, and if you mess with me again, youâll regret it.â Joe was sounding a bit tired. His threat had lost its edge. That was a good sign.
After a few minutes, Rich came out of the shop looking shell-shocked. âHey, Nell,â he said, his eyes downcast. He nodded in Loriâs direction without ever looking at her. âHey, Mrs. Proctor.â He walked forward quickly, heading in the direction of Jitters, the coffee shop where he worked. Rich was just eighteen, slight and sweet, and although heâd had a few minor brushes with the law, he was a good kid. He was also, I assumed, the latest victim of Joeâs one-man terror spree.
Jesse walked out of the restaurant holding a small pizza box. âIt might have gotten cold,â he said. âIt took a little longer than I thought.â
âIâm so sorry, Jesse,â Lori jumped in. âItâs just . . . heâs worried about the bills, thatâs all. Itâs hard to make a living with so few tables, and Joe just gets frustrated. . . .â
âItâs fine. Itâs all over now.â
She nodded and seemed relieved. She smiled at me and started to go inside, but Jesse stopped her. âLori, I know I sound like a broken record, but you donât have to put up with this. I can
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