L Is for Lawless

over in his hand before he passed it to me. I studied first one side and then the other just as he had. It was an inch and a half long. The word
Master
was stamped on one side and the number M550 on the other. Shouldn't be hard to remember. The number was my birthdate in abbreviated form. I said, "Probably for a padlock."
    "What about the key you have?"
    "It's in the bedroom. I'll get it as soon as Laura's finished in there."
    Supper was almost on the table when Laura finally emerged. It looked as though she'd made a special effort with her hair and makeup despite the fact her grandmother couldn't see all that well. While serving dishes were being filled at the stove, I stepped into the bedroom and picked up my Swiss Army knife from the pile of my belongings on the bed table. I slipped the jacket from the cleaners bag and used the small scissors to snip the stitches I'd put in the inside shoulder seam. I worked the key from the hole. This one was heavy, a good six inches long with an elongated round shaft. I held it closer to the table lamp, curious if this was also a Master.
Lawless
was stamped on the shaft, but there were no other identifying marks that I could see. Master padlocks I knew about. A Lawless I'd never heard of. Might be a local company or one that had since gone out of business.
    I returned to the kitchen table, where I sat down and handed the key to Ray.
    "What's that for?" Laura asked as she took her seat.
    "I'm not sure, but I think it goes with this one," Ray said. He laid the skeleton key beside the smaller key in the middle of the table. "This one Johnny left taped to the inside of his safe. Chester found it this week when they were cleaning out the apartment."
    "Those are connected to the stash?"
    "I hope so. Otherwise, we're out of luck," he said.
    "How come?"
    "Because it's the only link we have. Unless you have an idea where to look for a pile of money forty-some years after it was hid."
    "I wouldn't even know where to start," she said.
    "Me neither. I was hoping Kinsey would help, but it looks like we're running out of time," he said, and then turned to his mother. "You want me to say grace, Ma?"
    Why did I feel guilty? I hadn't
done
anything.
    The supper was a lavish testimony to old-fashioned southern cooking. This was the first food I'd had in days that wasn't saturated with additives and preservatives. The sugar, sodium, and fat content left something to be desired, but I'm not exactly pious where food is concerned. I ate with vigor and concentration, only vaguely aware of the conversation going on around me until Ray's voice went up. He had put his fork down and was staring at his daughter with a look of horror and dismay.
    "You did what?"
    "What's wrong with that?"
    "When did you talk to her?"
    I saw the color come up in Laura's face. "When we first got here," she said defensively. "You saw me go in the other room. What did you think I was doing? I was on the phone."
    "Jesus Christ. You
called
her?"
    "She's my mother. Of course I called. I didn't want her to worry in case Gilbert showed up on her doorstep. So what?"
    "If Gilbert shows up, she'll tell him where you are."
    "She will
not."
    "Of course she will. You think Gilbert won't charm the socks off her? Hell, forget charm. He'll beat the shit outta her. Of course she'll tell him. I did. Once he started breaking fingers, I couldn't wait to unload. Did you at least warn her?"
    "Warn her of what?"
    "Oh, jeez," Ray said. He rubbed his palm down his face, pulling his features out of shape.
    "Look, Ray. You don't need to treat me like a nincompoop."
    "You still don't get it, do you? That guy's going to kill me. He's going to kill you, too. He'll kill Kinsey, your grandmother, and anybody else who gets in his way. He wants the money. You're just the means to an end as far as he's concerned."
    "How's he going to find us? He won't find us," she said.
    "We gotta get out of here." Ray got up and threw his napkin down, giving me a look. I knew as well as he did that once Gilbert got confirmation of our whereabouts, he'd be here within the hour.
    "I'm with you," I said as I pushed my chair back.
    Laura was aghast. "We haven't even finished
eating.
What's the matter with you?"
    He turned to me. "Get your clothes on. Ma, you need a coat. Turn the stove off. Just leave this. We can take care of it later."
    His panic was contagious. Helen's gaze was drifting around the room, her voice was tremulous. "What's happening, son? I don't understand what's