Twisted

think. Now, what was he going to do? He’d counted on Doug agreeing to whatever he wanted. He’d counted on a nice high cliff.
    Hank was traveling 80 mph when he struck the ground. . . .
    But then Doug continued. “But if you want to be outside, one thing we could do maybe is go hunting.”
    “Hunting?”
    “Nothing good’s in season now,” Doug said. “But there’s always rabbits and squirrels.”
    “Well—”
    “I’ve got a couple guns we can use.”
    Pete debated for only a moment and then said, “Okay. Let’s go hunting.”

    “You shoot much?” Doug asked him.
    “Some.”
    In fact, Pete was a good shot. His father had taught him how to load and clean guns and how to handle them. (“Never point it at anything unless you’re prepared to shoot it.”)
    But Pete didn’t want Doug to know he knew anything about guns so he let the man show him how to load the little twenty-two and how to pull the slide to cock it and where the safety was.
    I’m a much better actor than Mo.
    They were in Doug’s house, which was prettynice. It was in the woods and it was a big place, full of stone walls and glass. The furniture wasn’t like the cheap things Mo and Pete had. It was mostly antiques.
    Which depressed Pete even more, made him angrier, because he knew that Mo liked money and she liked people who had money even if they were idiots, like Doug. When Pete looked at Doug’s beautiful house he knew that if Mo ever saw it then she’d want Doug even more. Then he wondered if she had seen it. Pete had gone to Wisconsin a few months ago, to see his father and cousins. Maybe Mo had come down here to spend the night with Doug.
    “So,” Doug said. “Ready?”
    “Where’re we going?” Pete asked.
    “There’s a good field about a mile from here. It’s not posted. Anything we can hit, we can take.”
    “Sounds good to me,” Pete said.
    They got into the car and Doug pulled onto the road.
    “Better put that seat belt on,” Doug warned. “I drive like a crazy man.”

    Pete was looking around the big, empty field.
    Not a soul.
    “What?” Doug asked, and Pete realized that the man was staring at him.
    “I said it’s pretty quiet.”
    And deserted. No witnesses. Like the ones who screwed up Roy’s plans in Triangle.
    “Nobody knows about this place. I found it by mylittle old lonesome.” Doug said this real proud, as if he’d discovered a cure for cancer. “Lessee.” He lifted his rifle and squeezed off a round.
    Crack . . .
    He missed a can sitting about thirty feet away.
    “Little rusty,” he said. “But, hey, aren’t we having fun?”
    “Sure are,” Pete answered.
    Doug fired again, three times, and hit the can on the last shot. It leapt into the air. “There we go!”
    Doug reloaded and they started through the tall grass and brush.
    They walked for five minutes.
    “There,” Doug said. “Can you hit that rock over there?”
    He was pointing at a white rock about twenty feet from them. Pete thought he could have hit it but he missed on purpose. He emptied the clip.
    “Not bad,” Doug said. “Came close the last few shots.” Pete knew he was being sarcastic.
    Pete reloaded and they continued through the grass.
    “So,” Doug said. “How’s she doing?”
    “Fine. She’s fine.”
    Whenever Mo was upset and Pete’d ask her how she was she’d say, “Fine. I’m fine.”
    Which didn’t mean fine at all. It meant, I don’t feel like telling you anything. I’m keeping secrets from you.
    I don’t love you anymore.
    They stepped over a few fallen logs and started down a hill. The grass was mixed with blue flowers and daisies. Mo liked to garden and was always drivingup to the nursery to buy plants. Sometimes she’d come back without any and Pete began to wonder if, on those trips, she was really seeing Doug instead. He got angry again. Hands sweaty, teeth grinding together.
    “She get her car fixed?” Doug asked. “She was saying that there was something wrong with the transmission.”
    How’d he know that? The car broke down only four days ago. Had Doug been there and Pete didn’t know it?
    Doug glanced at Pete and repeated the question.
    Pete blinked. “Oh, her car? Yeah, it’s okay. She took it in and they fixed it.”
    But then he felt better because that meant they hadn’t talked yesterday or otherwise she would have told him about getting the car fixed.
    On the other hand, maybe Doug was lying to him now. Making it look as if she hadn’t told him about