The Last Word (A Books by the Bay Mystery)
idea, but there wasn’t time to roam around the streets lookin’ for her window.”
“Did you know where Ziegler was headed?”
“No. If I’d known, I’d have gone after him, dragged him back by his hair. He was a snake and a coward and all twisted inside.” Wheeler gestured to the west. “I made my way to the mountains. Took clothes hangin’ out to dry and pinched scraps from farms. I hated myself for it too. I’d always been good with my hands and I found work at a mill, fixin’ gears and wheels and such.”
Olivia looked at him. “And you became Wheeler Ames. Wheeler by trade and Ames as a show of respect to the murdered guard?”
He sat back in surprise. “That’s what his buddies called him. See, one of the non-English-speakin’ prisoners couldn’t get the J out, and after that, Ames just stuck. I never wanted to forget the man, so I used that name for my own. By that time, I could pass as a local and I never did talk much anyhow. Folks thought I had gone soft in the head durin’ the war and they were only half wrong. Havin’ to leave Evie . . . havin’ her wake up to hear I was a murderer and a liar . . . a runaway . . .” He trailed off.
“You never tried to contact her?”
Anguish pulled the corners of Wheeler’s mouth down. “I sent her letters in the beginning, but she didn’t answer. I reckoned she’d washed her hands of me, that she thought I was a killer. I even found her house when I thought it was safe to come back, but she and her family were gone.” He shook his head mournfully. “I let her go. Or tried to. I’ve been with other women, but I never loved any woman but her.” His eyes flashed, anger chasing away the regret. “And when I heard Ziegler’s boy talkin’ about her, whisperin’ to that ex-wife of his and her lump of a boyfriend, I knew I was gonna end him. It’s a scary thing, girlie, to realize you’ve got that inside you. And I’m not real sorry either, ’Livia. Only about hurtin’ folks like you. But I don’t have much life left in me anyhow. If folks think bad of me, I won’t hear about it for long and I don’t have to read the papers in jail.”
“You sound almost relieved that you’ll be locked up,” Olivia said gently.
Wheeler reached over and placed a weathered hand over hers. “I’m tired, my girl. I’m old and there are places achin’ inside that I thought were all scarred over. I just wanna sit down for a spell, read a few books, and die in my sleep. Don’t care where that happens. Jail’s as good a place as any other.”
Olivia tried to imagine her aged friend lying quietly on a cot, reading a novel as his cell neighbors adorned themselves with homemade tattoos or wrote entreating letters to a family member or, if they were lucky, to a lover.
“Do you wanna know it all?” Wheeler asked, and Olivia knew that he hoped she’d say no.
“I do,” she answered without pause. “We’ve all been involved, my friends and I, in some way or another. I need to know.”
Wheeler hesitated. “I hate to have you look at me with different eyes, but it’s too late to fret about that now.” He took a long drink of sun tea, and Olivia was aware that she had never heard Wheeler speak as much as he had for the past few minutes. The effort was draining him, the paper-thin wrinkles beneath his eyes drooped lower on his cheek and his breath was slightly labored.
“I didn’t have a plan,” he began slowly. “Just spent the whole night imaginin’ how Plumley had killed Evie. They didn’t whisper about that part, he and that Cora woman, and I only heard as much as I did because she thought he wasn’t gonna pay up anymore. She started hollerin’ at him when I was in the kitchen diggin’ around for more coffee filters, but I heard. I heard her mention Evie and what Plumley did to her with her own pillow. I nearly went blind with hate. It crippled me, or I would have killed the man then and there.”
“Cora Vickers,” Olivia said. “She and Boyd came to Oyster Bay to collect Cora’s scheduled payment. Plumley had to pay or she’d sell the story of what he’d done to Evelyn to the highest bidder.”
“I don’t know the ins and outs, but Plumley was stallin’, tellin’ her to be patient. Guess he’d been burnin’ through his book money real quick—seems he was a gambler and not a very good one—and had to wait for some check to come in. That’s when his ex said Evie’s name, and I felt like Ziegler had sucker
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