Casey was eating dinner with Drake and Melody in a restaurant a few miles from the motel so the other runners weren’t apt to show up. He had suggested dinner when the two had requested an audience alone with him.
He talked to all the runners, giving his usual speech about how sorry he was, sounding sincere. It turned into a sort of memorial service; he said some nice things about Grace, and others did too. Melody spoke, but Drake couldn’t bring himself to say anything.
Casey mentioned that he had talked to her parents who were, of course, shocked, but apparently they had been fearful ever since their daughter had decamped for the wickedness of California. They lived in New England and wouldn’t get her body for some time because of the pending autopsy.
Casey had talked to the sheriff who would not try to keep any of them in town. The run would continue tomorrow. As he listened to Casey talk, Drake had to admire the fact that he took care of everything. Maybe he would make a good senator.
Casey read the wine list and selected the most expensive bottle. Melody agreed to drink some, a rarity for her. He turned to Drake. “Will you join Melody and me in enjoying this California wine, or would you rather have beer?”
“I’m sure the wine is exquisite, but I think I’ll stick to beer.”
“A man of conviction. This race has been marred by tragedy. That makes me very sad. I’m hoping that the rest of it will come off without a hitch. I was in L.A. at a convention when I heard about Grace. Actually, I was at an early breakfast meeting and didn’t get the word until sometime after it happened. My first thought was, ‘Oh no, not again.’ As I was driving up here, I tried to think whether better planning could have prevented either Grace or Harrison from dying, but the circumstances were so unforeseen.”
“Grace is partly who we need to talk to you about.”
Drake launched into his story, starting from the time when he had received the first letter. He had copies of the letters with him, which he showed to Casey. Casey paid close attention and asked an occasional question. Drake continued speaking off and on when not interrupted by the waitress, through the salad course and into the main course. He told about having a “friend in the service” who had helped with fingerprints and identified Sterling.
Melody talked about the threat to her mother and questioned whether Sterling knew anything about her mother. Casey agreed with that thinking.
Drake told about finding Sterling without mentioning the part played by Peaches. He said that Grace had admitted that she delivered the letters to the motels, at Fred’s request. He didn’t mention that Grace had accused Fred of sexual harassment. When he stopped talking, Casey took a sip of wine.
“I wish you had told me all this before. Of course, if wishes were horses… If I may try to net this out-Fred was apparently involved in a scheme to bet on the race. He may have a motive to kill Grace. Both of the people who can implicate him-Sterling and Grace-are gone. Your friends are taking care of the Las Vegas contingent, which eliminates the threat to my runners.”
Casey took another sip of wine. “I will certainly speak to Fred, but not tonight because it’s been a long day and I’m dead tired. I’m staying at the motel. I’ll go back to L.A. tomorrow. It’s going to be difficult to prove anything against Fred. I don’t think Fred’s the type to kill anyone, but you never know. Tell me immediately if you come up with any more evidence.”
There was nothing more to be said on that subject. Drake asked Casey whether he had heard anything new about the Malibu incident.
“I have a feeling that something is going to turn up soon. Something that will make us realize that we can’t just sit on our hands, fat, dumb, and happy, and let America be overthrown.”
Drake and Melody asked him a few questions about what he meant, but he didn’t come up with anything more except vague generalities.
“Casey was certainly correct about being tired. He almost drove off the road. If you hadn’t yelled…”
Melody’s voice trailed off. Drake was still shaken up.
“Avis wouldn’t have been happy about having a totaled Lincoln Continental. To say nothing about our personal unhappiness. I’m glad for his sake that he’s staying at the motel tonight. Also, I thought that his response to us telling him about Fred was rather tepid. I suspect he’s not going to fire him.”
“Let’s see what Peaches has dug up.”
They had left Casey making arrangements at the front desk. Melody knocked on Peaches’ door. When it opened, Peaches gave a welcoming look to Melody and a neutral look to Drake. Maybe he shouldn’t have come to Peaches’ room, but Melody had insisted. They went inside but didn’t sit down.
Peaches looked at Melody when he spoke. “I didn’t find anything. I went through Fred’s room very carefully. No gun, nothing incriminating.”
Melody had asked Peaches to search Fred’s room while Fred was out to dinner. She thanked him.
“I also searched the car and the bus. After Fred returned with the van I searched that. Nothing.”
Fred had taken most of the runners to dinner in the van. Drake wasn’t surprised. “He’s too smart to leave a gun where it could easily be found. The sheriff’s officers checked the bushes and the trash containers and didn’t come up with anything. Wherever the gun is, it’s well hidden.”
Melody asked, “Did you get into any trouble with the detective for having a gun?”
Peaches shook his head. “It’s licensed and everything. It hasn’t been fired. I’m not a suspect. I wish I could help. Grace was a good girl. She didn’t deserve to be killed. I said I’d protect her, and I didn’t.”
“It’s not your fault.” Drake had also been having guilt feelings. “There was nothing you could do. We don’t know that it was Fred.”
“We don’t know that it wasn’t.”
There was obviously no love lost between Peaches and Fred.
CHAPTER 23
Today’s run goes from the top of the first hill on Route 1 north of the Santa Maria River to Port San Luis, west of Avila Beach. You may take any route you like, but we recommend that you stay on roads the whole distance, as the beach is impassable in some areas and loaded with speeding dune buggies in the vicinity of Pismo Beach. Although you’ll start on Route 1, you may choose to take local roads through parts of Oceano, Grover City, Pismo Beach, and Shell Beach.
“Casey and Fred didn’t give us much time to mourn for Grace.”
Drake was momentarily taken aback by Melody’s statement, because she was less sentimental than most women, which was one of the things he liked about her. He knew she was deeply frustrated by the fact that they were leaving the scene of the crime without having any evidence as to what happened. Both of them felt the kind of guilt that comes from thinking they should have been able to save Grace, without knowing exactly how they could have done it. So Melody’s emotions were understandable. Drake, himself, harbored a pent-up fury, which threatened to erupt.
“The damned race must go on, in spite of a rising body count. Nothing is as important as the publicity for California, or maybe it’s the publicity for Giganticorp, or just maybe it’s publicity for Casey’s Senate run, although I don’t see how negative publicity like this can help him.”
The newspapers had played up the story as big news, even though they had little in the way of facts to write about. But when did reporters ever let a paucity of facts get in their way? Several reporters had asked questions of Melody, since she had been rooming with Grace. Melody refused to speculate about what had happened, leaving them to make up their own theories or repeat what the sheriff’s office said about a possible mugging.
Drake, the oldest runner, was asked a few generic questions, the kind answerable with a bland statement such as, “She was a wonderful young woman. I don’t know why anybody would want to hurt her.”