“Thank you,” Mendez added, following Nick, Rachel, Jean, and Deke into the kitchen.
Mendez and Carrington sat down at the kitchen table next to each other, opposite Rachel and Jean, while Nick poured two mugs of coffee. After placing the mugs in front of the officers, he set milk, sugar bowl, spoons, and napkins down too. He sat next to Rachel. Mendez took a picture out of his right breast pocket, setting the picture down in front of Nick. It was a picture of Carl Brewster with a fishing pole in hand, holding out a stringer with two trout.
“Have you seen this man?”
“The day before yesterday,” Nick replied, picking up the picture for a closer look and then handing it to Rachel. “His name was Carl something…”
“Brewster,” Rachel finished on cue.
“That’s it,” Nick agreed. “He said he worked security for a neighbor of ours we met over at the Excalibur. Apparently, when our neighbor’s husband goes out of town on business, Brewster watches over the mom, and the two kids.”
“Do you know the neighbor’s name?” Carrington glanced down at a notepad he had in hand.
“Benoit,” Nick answered. “We got together with Suzan Benoit and her kids. What’re the kids’ names, Jean?”
“Kelly and Garth,” Jean put in, smiling with enthusiasm, knowing she was playing a part in a very adult game.
“Do you remember what car Mr. Brewster was driving?” Mendez questioned in a more relaxed tone.
“I only glanced at it when he left, but I think it was a Toyota of some kind…silver colored. Is Brewster the one you’re looking for?”
“The woman he’s living with reported him missing when he didn’t come home. She said he left early Friday afternoon, saying he needed to check out something. Your address was on his day planner,” Mendez explained. “Did he say where he was going after leaving you?”
“He did say something about being late for a meeting with two associates, named Joe and Craig. Suzan didn’t say anything about him when we were over at the Benoit house yesterday. They’re coming over for a barbeque today. Should I ask her to call you?”
“No, we’ve been over to see Ms. Benoit already.” Carrington put away his notebook, and handed Nick a business card. “She told us she hadn’t seen Brewster since Friday. We found his Toyota already, but no sign of Brewster. Thanks for your cooperation, folks. If you remember anything else, please call us.”
“Sorry to have bothered you on a Sunday like this,” Mendez added, as the two police officers stood up.
“No problem.” Nick escorted them to the door.
“Will you be leaving us soon, Mr. Weatherby? Ms. Benoit said you stay in Las Vegas for short periods of time.”
“I’ll be here for another two weeks. I have business back East after that, but you can reach me -”
“Ms. Benoit gave us the number to reach you from your business card,” Carrington finished for him. “We’ll call if we think of anything else.”
“Goodbye, Mr. Weatherby,” Mendez added as the two walked out past Nick.
“Goodbye.” Nick watched them walk out to their squad car with the familiar buzz he inadvertently experienced when details flowed together around him to his advantage. Now if my Roscoe ID holds up, we may last through our two-week cushion.
“Everything okay, Nick?” Rachel joined Nick at the entrance with Jean and Deke.
“Everything’s fine for now. Nice going in there, both of you. The barbeque should be interesting later.”
Chapter Twelve
Rachel and Jean walked into the living room where Nick watched the news. Both had towels around their necks.
“Hey, Nick, how do we look?” Jean asked.
He looked up from the television screen, doing a double take at the obvious change. Rachel and Jean had both dyed their hair a dark brown, with some lighter brown highlights.
“You two look totally different,” he stated approvingly. “I think brunette hair coloring would have made a less natural-appearing change. If we can pick up some colored contact lenses for you, Rachel, I think we’ll be in good shape. Do you wear contacts, by the way?”
“No, but any one of those eyeglass chains will have colored contacts. I was hoping you wouldn’t want us to cut our hair.”
“You can put it up,” he suggested. “When we go out, some kind of hat in addition to the hair color change wouldn’t be a bad idea. Those ball caps I gave you to wear out in the desert would be fine.”
“What’s up in the news?” Rachel moved behind Nick’s seat, while Jean sat on the arm of his chair. “Is that who I think it is?”
Nick returned his attention to the recovering California Highway Patrol officer going over Nick’s intervention in Bakersfield from his hospital bed. He had been watching the news cast with growing anxiety. “Yeah, he caught more of a look at the Chevy than I thought. Lucky us, he owns a Chevy Malibu as a personal car. With the half-baked statements from some of the on-lookers who hung around, the cops know the make, model, and color.”
“He just wants to thank you,” Jean said, listening to the heartfelt appreciation the officer expressed, his face swollen and discolored.
“He does.” Nick grinned over at Jean. “You should have heard the poor victim’s relatives. They want to sue. They want me drawn and quartered. How dare I take a hand in a private altercation when I knew nothing of the victim’s side? My help was a hideous overreaction. The victim nearly beat the cop to death because he’s a misunderstood youth and has unresolved issues with police authority. Blah…blah…blah…boo hoo.”
Both Rachel and Jean were laughing by the time he reached the end of his soliloquy.
“Since we have the Cad, are we still okay?”
“I don’t know. Everyone knows we were headed East. It will point people in our direction. We’ve already had a taste of how thoroughly people check out rumors lately.” Nick laughed suddenly, shaking his head. “On the other hand, no one who knew me would ever consider I’d stop to help a cop at the risk of betraying where I was headed.”
“You’re a little sick, Nick,” Jean rhymed with a giggle for emphasis.
“Yes I am, Danger. I’m also part psychic as well as psycho. I believe there’s more to Suzan and her husband than meets the eye. Her recognizing you and your mom was no coincidence. I’m hoping her run-in with death yesterday steered her in our direction. The cops visiting us this morning gave me hope she’s come to a decision.”
“Her two kids aren’t part of this game, Nick. You don’t -”
“I’m not going to harm Suzan, Rachel,” he stopped her, waving his hand with some degree of impatience and winking at Jean. “Let’s not go any further with this for now. Loose ends will either fall in place for us…or not. We’ll know soon enough.”
“You’re too much of a fatalist,” Rachel retorted.
“Or not enough of one,” he argued.
“Are you leaning toward cutting our stay short?”
“Not unless Suzan says something I don’t want to hear. There’s nothing on the news about Brewster and his buddies yet. No news is good news on that front.”
“Would it be okay if Jean and I go shopping?”
“What, bathing suits aren’t enough for you two? Oh, all right,” he joked. “I put the stun gun and pepper spray back in the Cad glove compartment. Put them in your purse within easy reach wherever you go. Buy a few of those throwaway cell-phones too. I don’t want you using your cell-phone for anything.”
“About the buying part, we need money.”
“There goes the college fund, Danger,” Nick complained, as he stood up. “I’ll go pick some off the tree. Be right back.”
“I guess you’ll be writing?” Rachel asked, bumping Jean, who had immediately laughed at Nick’s money references.