Brittney handed the glass back. “No, thank you.”
Howard steadied his breath and shaking fingers and took it. Almost dropped it. Set it down and then it did topple off the edge of the table. It didn’t smash, it bounced on the wood, but the sound seemed very loud, anyway. Howard flinched.
The knock at the door was comforting by contrast.
“Thank God,” Howard muttered, and ran to answer it.
Sam, with Taylor. Sam looking grim. Well, that was normal enough. Poor Sammy had lost some of his happy-go-lucky surfer boy sparkle.
“Howard,” Sam said in that voice he used when he was trying to hide his contempt.
But there was more going on with Sam. Even shaking with fear, Howard saw it. Something strange about the way he was reacting.
“Hey, thanks for stopping by,” Howard said. “I’d offer you some tea and cookies, but all we have is boiled mole and artichokes. Plus, we kind of have a dead girl in the living room.”
“A dead girl?” Sam said, and there it was again. The wrong reaction. Sam was too calm and too grim.
Of course Taylor had told him. Duh. Of course. That’s why Sam wasn’t surprised. Except there was something still off about Sam’s reaction. Howard had maintained his position by being able to read people pretty well. He’d kept on Orc’s good side for a long time, and managed, despite everything, to wrangle a place on the town council. Despite the fact that Sam surely suspected Howard was the one selling most of the illegal substances in Perdido Beach.
Sam stood there looking at Brittney. Who looked right back at him. Like maybe Sam was a teacher getting ready to ask her a question.
Brittney, can you explain the significance of the Missouri Compromise?
No? Well, then, young lady, you need to go back and reread the assignment.
Oh, and by the way: why are you not dead?
“Hello, Brittney,” Sam said.
“Hi, Sam,” Brittney said.
There was mud even in her braces, Howard noticed. Washed out only a little by the water. He could see a tiny piece of gravel wedged between chrome wires next to Brittney’s left canine.
Weird thing to notice, Howard thought.
Yeah, that’s what’s weird. Not that she’s sitting here chatting.
“How did you get here?” Sam asked.
Brittney shrugged. “I guess I walked. I don’t remember.”
Orc spoke for the first time in his low grumble. “She was standing on the porch when I stepped out to take a whiz.”
Sam glanced at Howard, who nodded.
“Do you know where you are?” Sam asked her.
“Sure. I’m…,” Brittney began. She frowned. Then the frown line disappeared. “I’m here.”
“You know all of us?”
She nodded slowly. “Sam. Howard. Taylor. Orc. Tanner.”
“Tanner?” Taylor blurted.
That rocked Sam back on his heels. Howard was perplexed.
“Who is Tanner?”