you.â
Theodea handed me a water glass half full of whiskey. âThis will work quicker than the stove.â
âYouâre sure youâve brought no bad news?â Endora asked.
âIâve brought no news at all. Theyâre building a new house on Leoâs block; heâs disappeared, and you and Ma are on the run. Whatâs going on?â
âWere you followed?â Theodea cut in.
A new wave of chills grabbed me. I leaned closer to the stove. âThere was a man, back at the ferry ticket shack in Mackinaw City.â I took two long sips of the whiskey.
Theodea touched the handle of the gun at her belt. âYou think he could have followed you here, to Eustace?â
âNot even Arnie Pine will venture out again in this storm.â
âLater?â
âNo doubt.â
âHow can you not know anything?â Endora asked, struggling to keep her voice steady. âYouâre Leoâs best friend.â
âLeo told you nothing?â
âHe was frightened. He said to take his fatherâs old Ford because no one knew that car. He didnât want to know where we were going. He said he couldnât say more because it would endanger us.â
I looked over to the corner. Ma Brumsky sat passively. I couldnât tell if she was listening. I wondered if she was in shock.
I told them what little I knew, beginning with the phone call Leo received.
âYou never thought to return Leoâs call when you were in Iowa?â Endoraâs words came fast, clipped. Furious.
âItâs like that with usââ
âDamn it, Dek. You could have returned his call.â
I lifted my glass of whiskey to hide behind another sip.
âAnd now youâve led someone to us?â she added, her voice shaking.
âEndora!â her mother said.
Ma Brumsky stood up, grabbed an umbrella from a brass urn, and went toward the back of the tiny cottage. A second later, a door slammed.
âIâm sorry I put you in jeopardyâ was all I could think to say.
Theodea Wilson shook her head and offered a half-smile. âNo. Outhouse. She brought lots of little bottles of alcohol. And big bags of prunes.â
It cut the tension. Even Endora laughed, briefly. Then, âHow do we help Leo?â
âI need to hear anything else you can remember.â
The wind blew hard. Endora looked over at the front door, as though someone were about to charge in. âLeo said we had to be careful, to make sure no one was following us. He said we were in danger. He said to stay away, until he called. Iâm not using the phone, to save the batteryââ
The door began banging in rapid succession, as though someone huge were pounding on it. Mrs. Wilson took a yellow slicker from a hook by the door, slipped it on, and stepped outside. She was back in less than a minute. âThe windâs blowing forty, fifty miles an hour. The lake is white. Not even Arnie Pine would attempt the crossing now.â
âLeo said powerful people might try to get to us,â Endora said, turning to me.
âWhy?â
âI told you I donât know!â
âHe said nothing about something heâd been given, a long time ago?â
She shook her head.
âHow about a Snark Evans?â
âWho?â
âIt was a name he mentioned, during that phone call I overheard.â
âNo; never.â
The plywood shuddered against the window as Mrs. Wilson hung her slicker on a peg by the door. âThis is a cheap movie,â she said.
â Key Largo, â Endora said.
Her mother forced a laugh. â Key Largo, â she agreed. Her hand had strayed again to the handle of her revolver.
Ma Brumsky came in the back, a huge gust of wet wind slamming the door shut behind her. She eased out of her coat and took her place in her chair. She said nothing.
âYouâre sure: He told you nothing about where heâd be?â I asked