Spencerville

too good for him.”
    Billy nodded and didn’t reply.
    Keith said, “If I take you all the way, you’re going to follow my orders. Right?”
    Billy nodded.
    “Can’t hear you, soldier.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    They drove in silence awhile, then Billy said, “She’s with him, ain’t she?”
    “She is.”
    “Right. So we got to take him without hurting her.”
    “That’s right.”
    “That ain’t gonna be easy.”
    “No, it’s not.”
    “Three dogs?”
    “I think.”
    “What kinda stuff is he packin’?”
    “You name it, he’s probably got it. He’s a hunter and a cop.”
    “Yeah, he is.” Billy asked, “He got any night-vision stuff?”
    “Probably. Compliments of the Spencerville P.D.”
    “Okay… and I guess he’s holed up in a cabin or somethin’, someplace where he knows the lay of the land.”
    “That’s right.” Keith glanced at Marlon. In medical terms, a doctor would say Billy Marlon’s brain had suffered prolonged alcohol insult, and in human terms, anyone who knew him would say his spirit had suffered too many of life’s insults. Yet Keith had no doubt whatsoever that Billy Marlon had reached deep down inside himself today, and this was going to be his finest and most lucid hour. Keith said, “Tell me about Beth.”
    “I can’t.”
    “Sure you can.”
    Billy sat quietly for a few minutes, then pulled out his wallet and fished out a grubby photo. He handed it to Keith.
    Keith looked at it. The color photograph showed a head-and-shoulders shot of a woman in her mid-thirties, short blond hair, quite pretty in fact, with big eyes and a big smile. Keith was sort of surprised at how good-looking she was and not at all surprised that she should have come to the attention of Chief Baxter. There was certainly a normal ratio of pretty women in Spencer County, as Keith had observed, but he understood why this one had become Baxter’s victim, and the reason was sitting in the seat beside him. Civilization and civility aside, a weak man with an exceptionally endowed wife was bound to lose her—perhaps on a temporary basis—to someone like Cliff Baxter. Keith handed the photograph back to Billy and said, “She’s very beautiful.”
    “Yeah.”
    “How long has it been?”
    “Two years.”
    “She remarry?”
    “Don’t think so. She’s still in the Columbus phone book as Beth Marlon.”
    “Maybe you’ll go look her up after this.”
    “Yeah, maybe.”
    After a few minutes, Billy seemed in better spirits and said, “Hey, time for a war story.”
    Keith thought not and asked, “You know this road?”
    “Yeah, I take this up now and then. Good hunting up in Hartwick Pines State Park. You ever been up there?”
    “No, never been this far north. You remember a gas station around here?”
    “Let’s see…” He looked out the window. “Yeah, another mile or so. Hey, how far up we goin’?”
    “Near the tip of the peninsula. Another two hours, I guess.” Keith added, “You don’t have to come all the way. I can drop you at a motel and come back for you.”
    “Yeah? And what if you don’t come back?”
    “I’ll be back.”
    Billy suddenly grinned. “You got your shit together, man. Hey, tell you what—we get this fucker, we gut him, and drive into Spencerville with him tied onto the roof like a deer. Whataya say?”
    “Don’t tempt me.”
    Billy let out a howl of delight and slapped his thigh. “Yeah! Yeah! Up and down Main Street with the horn honkin’ and Baxter’s naked butt stickin’ up in the air, and the fuckin’ wolves eatin’ his guts back in Michigan. Yeah!”
    Keith ignored this bloodthirsty outburst, not because he thought it was disgusting, but because he thought it wasn’t.
    He saw the service station up ahead and pointed it out to Billy, who pulled in. Keith gave Billy money for snacks, and Billy went into the building. Keith got behind the wheel.
    The attendant filled the tank, and Keith paid him while Billy went to the men’s room. Keith’s impulse was to leave Billy there, not because Billy Marlon was a burnout—Keith understood burned-out, and he appreciated Marlon’s rising to this occasion. The problem was that the occasion that Billy had risen to included Billy’s own agenda, and his presence added another dimension to the problem.
    But Keith, in a weak moment, had acknowledged what it was he was hunting for, and Billy knew too much, so Billy couldn’t be cut loose and left wandering around.
    Billy came back to the truck and got