W Is for Wasted

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    “Of course. Mornings, you know how bad your hands shake before you choke down those first couple of belts of hooch?”
    I tried not to look quite as blank as I felt. My hands sometimes shook from anger or fear, but not from DTs.
    Meanwhile, she was talking to Dandy. “I think those are the ones that kept him leveled out; preventing mood swings, I guess.”
    Dandy said, “Naw, now that’s not what it was. Those curbed his sweet tooth. Remember he talked about all the candy he ate? He couldn’t get enough and he still about passed out. Day he got kicked out of the program, they said he had to turn in his pills, as many as he had left. Terrence wasn’t about to.”
    “Why was he kicked out?”
    “He missed appointments and complained too much. He was always kicking up a fuss and wouldn’t obey the rules. I’m not saying he wasn’t a pain in the ass.”
    “Did you ever meet his doctor?” I asked. I was still trying to get my head around the fact that Linton Reed and Dace had crossed paths.
    “Not me, and I hope he don’t get ahold of me,” Pearl said. “Terrence was in St. Terry’s that time? He’s so scared of the man he signed himself out.”
    “When was this?”
    “June, I think. He left the hospital—”
    “More like escaped,” Dandy put in.
    “That’s right. He got straight on a bus to Los Angeles,” she said. “He spent a month down there until he figured it was safe to come back.”
    “Why was he so scared of this guy?”
    “Because he’s the one knew Dace was telling the truth.” She pointed at the pill bottle. “The day he died? When you showed up? We figured that’s what you were after.”
    “You mind if I hang on to this?”
    Dandy said, “Sure thing. Terrence knew what you did for a living. He hoped you’d look into it proper if something happened to him.”
    “Nothing
happened
to him except he died,” I said. “At least as far as the coroner’s office is concerned.”
    Pearl said, “The man was fifty-three years old! He enrolled in that drug deal and went straight downhill. Don’t you listen? Same thing happened to his friend Charles.”
    “Charles was in the same program?”
    “Not both at the same time. Terrence went in later, after Charles died.”
    “Why didn’t you tell me this before? How many times have we talked about Dace and this is the first I’ve heard.”
    “We didn’t know what he died of. He said they’d claim ‘natural causes,’ which is what you just said. He stole those pills and I’m passing them along because he told me to,” Dandy said. “You ought to look into it.”
    “Look into what? He’d been trashing himself for years, in prison and out. You can’t do that and then turn around and express surprise at the damage you’ve done.”
    Pearl said, “Pills aren’t the only thing he stole.”
    I looked at her with interest. “You’re talking about medical charts.”
    “How’d you know?”
    “Because I have them.”
    “He sent you those?”
    “He sent them to himself in care of Harbor House. One of the volunteers made a point of giving me his mail.”
    Dandy said, “Well, I’ll be. Good for him. We didn’t know where all that stuff went, especially when them Boggarts walked off with his cart.”
    “How’d he manage to steal charts? Those are usually kept under lock and key.”
    Dandy smiled. “Easy. He made an appointment at the clinic. They put him in a room to take his clothes off before the doctor came in. Nurse left his chart in that slot outside the door. He waited until she left. He opened the door and made sure wasn’t nobody in the hall. Then he took his chart, put it in his shirt, and walked out calm and easy as you please.”
    “They figured it out pretty quick, but Terrence was gone by then,” Pearl said.
    “He stole another couple of charts as well,” Dandy said.
    “Well, I know that. The man was a regular kleptomaniac,” I said. “How’d he manage to steal the other two?”
    Pearl laughed. “This is good. This is my favorite story. Remember he had that shirt and glasses belonged to Charles?”
    “In his duffel with the picture ID,” I said. “Green-and-yellow plaid.”
    Pearl pointed to show she approved. “So Charles was laying out at the coroner’s a few days before they figured out who he was. Terrence had already took his ID. He figured nobody ever looked a homeless man in the face, so he put on the green-and-yellow-plaid shirt and glasses Charles was wearing when he had his