Chapter July 30th, 1969

I was obviously not in a rational state of mind, especially not so soonafter Hannah’s death, when I had spoken to Detective Inspector Tallis, becauseI think I may have opened an old can of worms. Damn! What was I thinking when Istarted asking all those very bright young man questions?

I was on my way home from school today. I was passing Pierre’s when Isuddenly noticed Kowalski, the one legged man, sitting at a window table havinga coffee. Almost at the same time I heard a car hooting incessantly. It wasTallis in an unmarked vehicle parked by the curb. After catching my eye, he beckonedme to come on over.

I waved at him through the passenger window but he indicated for me tocome around to the driver’s side. I reluctantly obeyed, knowing that I wouldnow be facing towards Kowalski, but I knew that it was exactly what Tallis wanted.

I had momentarily shielded my face by pretending to be blocking out thesunlight from disturbing my view. Unfortunately the sun was behind me and thatsort of action would have made it all too obvious that I was on to him. I castmy fate to the wind looking up and down the street with an air of confidence.

“What’s up, Detective?” I asked frowning down into the open window.

“Oh, I was just having some donuts and coffee from Pierre’s when I sawyou strolling down the street. I thought I’d ask how you’re doing.” He offeredme a donut. “Have one. They’re not as good as Marnie’s, but, well…you know?”

I took it and asked, “Yeah, how is Mrs. Marnowijk.”

“Not good. Not good at all, I’m afraid.” Then he quickly asked, “How’syour mother?”

“Not good. Not good at all, I’m afraid. She blames herself for whathappened.”

“Yeah, I know. I kept telling her it wasn’t her fault. The real one toblame is Hannah’s father’s killer.”

“I thought he was stung by a bee. Wouldn’t that make it an act of God?”

My heart missed a beat as he asked, “What about you?”

“What about me?” I asked a little too desperately.

“How you holding up? I know what happened must have been quite a shockingexperience for a young kid like yourself? Even though you got the I.Q. of atwenty- year-old, it must still have been rather traumatic?”

“You know about my high I.Q.?”

“Word gets around. It’s the type of thing that makes big news in a smalltown.”

“Yeah, not too unlike a two-headed dog. So, I’m starting to become themain attraction at the local freakshow?”

“It’s not your fault you were born that way. Besides, you should think ofit more as a gift than a curse.”

“Some days I wish I could push a button and just be a normal kid having anormal childhood – even if it’s just for a day or even a few hours. It’sdifficult pretending all the time.”

“Pretending?”

“Pretending to enjoy the mundane activities that children enjoy, just sothe adults find my behavior more…acceptable.”

“I understand.”

“I seriously doubt that anybody could ever truly understand my frustration.”

“So, where you off to?”

“My sanctuary.”

“Home?”

“The public library. It’s the one place in the world where I feel…secure.Not even my own home gives me that needed sense of well-being.”

“They say when you’re young you wish to be older, and when you’re olderyou wish to be young again.”

“I promise you that there will be no such irony in my life.”

“That’s understandable. Especiallysince your life will become more…normal once you reach adulthood.”

“Exactly! It’s wonderful to have someone around who understands mydilemma.”

“You ever feel the need to talk. You know where the station is.”

“I appreciate that.”

“We don’t just catch bad guys you know? Serve and Protect. That’s ourmotto. Serve and Protect.”

“Keep well, detective.”

“You too.”

I had walked briskly off in the direction of the library. But afterrounding the corner I had peeked back in the direction of Tallis and theunmarked vehicle.

About thirty seconds later Kowalski came out of the coffee shop andambled over to the passenger window. His action was most welcome and relieving.

He had clearly shrugged his shoulders.

I smiled and took my first bite of the donut.

Tallis was right, it wasn’t as good as Marnie’s, yet to me it still hadthe sweet taste of…victory!!!