Sleep No More. Greg Iles

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      “What’s going on, fellas?” he asked, extending a big hand to Waters. “John? Long time.”

      Waters let Flynn take the lead.

      “We’re afraid we may have a molestation situation on our hands, Detective. Our maintenance man, Danny Buckles. John’s daughter said Danny’s been taking some second-grade girls into a closet to ‘show them things.’”

      Jackson sighed and pursed his lips. “We’d better talk to him, then.”

      “I have a civil practice. Nothing criminal. How should we handle this?”

      “Is Buckles here now?”

      “Yes. Or he should be, anyway.”

      “You’re the head of the school board, right? Invite him in for a friendly chat. I’ll stand where he can see me when he goes in to talk to you. You got a portable tape recorder?”

      “Dr. Andrews has one, I think.” Flynn searched the headmaster’s desk and brought out a small Sony. “Here we go.”

      “Tell him you want to record the conversation as a formality. If he starts screaming for a lawyer, that’ll tell us something.”

      “I’d scream for a lawyer,” Flynn declared, “and I’m innocent.”

      “You never know what these guys will do,” Jackson said thoughtfully. “Molesters are a slimy bunch. They frequently take jobs where they’ll be close to children. At video arcades, camps, even churches.”

      “Jesus,” breathed Flynn. “I wish you hadn’t told me that. I’ve got six-year-old twins.”

      The attorney went into the front office and paged Danny Buckles over the intercom system. After about twenty seconds, a hillbilly voice answered, “I’m on my way.” While they waited, Flynn got out Buckles’s personnel file and scanned it.

      “Here’s Danny’s background check. Clean as a whistle.”

      “That doesn’t mean anything,” said Detective Jackson. “You pay a hundred bucks, a hundred bucks worth of checking is what you get. All kinds of stuff slips through those.”

      A white man in his early thirties suddenly appeared at the window. Blades of grass covered his shirt, and his face was pink-cheeked from labor.

      “That’s Danny,” said Flynn, giving the janitor an awkward wave.

      Waters looked into the bland face, trying to read what secrets might lie behind it.

      “We’ll go out without saying anything to him,” Jackson said to Flynn. “Then you bring him in.”

      Waters followed the detective out into the school’s entrance area, a wide hallway lined with trophy cases. Jackson gave Buckles a long look as he passed, and Waters thought he saw the color go out of the maintenance man’s face.

      “Your little girl told you about this?” Jackson asked Waters as Buckles went through the door.

      “That’s right,” Waters replied, watching through the window as Flynn led the younger man into the headmaster’s private office.

      “Just out of the blue?”

      “Not exactly.”

      Jackson’s face grew grave. “Did he touch your little girl, John?”

      “I don’t think so.”

      “You’re not up here to do anything stupid, are you?”

      Waters looked Jackson full in the face. He was six foot one, but he still had to tilt his head up to meet the detective’s suspicious gaze. “Like what?”

      The detective was watching him closely. “You’re not armed.”

      “Hell no. If I was going to kill the guy, would I have called you first?”

      “It happens. This kind of situation, especially. Fathers have killed molesters right in front of deputies and then turned themselves in on the spot.”

      “Don’t worry about that, Tom.”

      A sound between a wail and a scream suddenly issued from the headmaster’s office. Waters froze, but Jackson ran straight for the receptionist’s door. As he opened it, Waters heard Kevin Flynn say, “Detective? This is a police matter now.”

      When Waters reached the office, he saw Danny Buckles sitting on the sofa he himself had occupied only moments before. Buckles’s cheeks were bright red and streaked with tears, and his nose was running like a crying child’s.

      “I can’t help it!” he sobbed. “I try and try, but it don’t … do … no … good. It won’t let me loose! I can’t stop thinking about it.”

      A shudder of revulsion went through Waters, followed by an unreasoning anger.

      “I don’t hurt ’em none!” Danny whined in a tone of supplication. “You ask ’em.”

      “Danny Buckles isn’t even his real name,” said Flynn. “God, what a mess. What am I going to tell the parents of those little girls?”

      “The truth,” Tom Jackson said. “As soon as you can. Call both parents of each child and get them up here right now. Twenty minutes after I get this boy down to the station, the story’ll be all over town. I’m sorry, but you know how it works.”

      “Yes, I do,” Flynn murmured.

      For Waters, a different reality had suddenly sunk in. Eve Sumner had warned him of this danger, and her warning had proved accurate. Did the beautiful real estate agent know this blubbering pervert sitting on the couch? She must. How else could she know what he’d been up to? Waters started to tell Jackson about Eve, but even as he opened his mouth, something held him back.

      “I’m going home, guys,” he said. “I want to hug my little girl.”

      “I may need you to make a statement,” said Jackson. “But I’ll try to keep your daughter out of it.”

      “Thanks, Tom. You know where to find me.”

      Jackson told “Danny Buckles” he was going to place him under arrest. The janitor started crying again, then moaned something about how horribly he’d been abused in jail. Waters walked calmly out of the office and climbed into his Land Cruiser. He drove slowly away from the school, but as soon as he reached the highway, he accelerated to seventy and headed toward the Mississippi River Bridge. Eve Sumner’s office was on the bypass that led to the twin spans, and if he pushed it, he could be there in less than five minutes.

       FIVE

      Eve Sumner’s office building stood a thousand yards from the Mississippi River Bridge. A false front of brick and wood molding had been grafted onto its front, but one glance would tell any passerby that it was an aluminum СКАЧАТЬ