Mystic River Page #5

Ballistics will be back in a while.

Meantime, we got a list of bar patrons.

All people who, I'm certain,

are dying to cooperate.

Considering the crime, maybe.

Dave Boyle?

Hey, is that the guy you were friends

with as a kid? The car guy?

Could be.

He's a guy to talk to. He knows you.

He won't treat us like cops.

Clam up for no reason, huh?

- We'll see.

Hey, Boyle.

What's it been, seven, eight years?

- Yeah.

Yeah. How you doing?

This is my son, Michael.

Hey, Michael. How you doing?

My name's Sean.

I'm an old buddy of your dad's. Hi.

So you still with the staties?

- Homicide. This is my partner.

Sergeant Powers. How are you?

- So you got a minute?

We'd love to ask some quick questions.

- I was just gonna walk Michael to school.

I can be back in a few minutes.

- Tell you what, we'll walk with you, okay?

Sure.

So you look good.

I hear rents are rising.

- Yeah, the yuppies are coming.

They're cutting my dad's old house up

into condos.

We walked by there the other day.

Must be something we could do

to stop them.

A friend of mine says the other day,

he says:

'Neighborhood needs a f***ing crime wave.

Get property values where they belong.'

Young girls keep getting

murdered up in Pen

Park, Mr. Boyle, you might get your wish.

Dave. Call me Dave.

You said the F-word, Dad.

Yeah, I know. Walk on up ahead, Michael.

Us guys need to talk. Go on.

So, what's up, Sean?

- Yeah, you heard about Katie Markum?

Yeah, I was at Jimmy's yesterday.

Celeste is there now.

Who's Celeste?

- My wife.

How's Jimmy doing?

- It's hard to tell. You know him.

Yeah, so the reason we came by...

- Listen, I saw her.

Katie. I don't know if you know that.

At McGill's, the night she died.

That's what we wanted to talk about.

They were at a couple of bars that night.

Your name turned up for McGill's.

They put on quite a show

dancing on the bar.

Pretty drunk, huh?

- But it was harmless.

They weren't stripping or nothing.

They were just 19.

What time did they leave?

I left at 1. They must've left

So we'll say 12:
45?

- Sounds about right.

You see anything unusual or anyone...?

Michael.

Like what?

- I don't know.

A guy watching the girls?

A guy with hate in his eyes?

A woman-hater?

No. No, if they hadn't danced on the bar,

it would've been business as usual.

See you later, Dad.

- You got your milk money?

F***, I hated school.

What?

Yeah, me too, Sean.

Just one more thing, Mr. Boyle.

Where did you go after you left McGill's?

Home.

- Home by 1:
15, would you say?

Roughly. Sure.

- All right.

Yeah, well, thanks a lot, Dave.

We'll grab a beer sometime?

Yeah, I'd like that, Sean.

- All right.

What?

What happened to him in that car?

Can you believe this?

Man, it's the same as Dunkin' Donuts.

It costs 15 times the price.

You know, you take away love,

money or hate as motives...

...you're not left with a whole lot.

Well, if this Markum thing's random,

I mean, sh*t.

Yeah, tell me about it. But the old lady,

Prior, she doesn't hear a scream.

Hears a gunshot,

before that a 'hi'...

...which tells me the girl is either

friendly or she knew him.

She turns into the curb, not too fast or she

hops it. Foot's off the clutch. She stalls.

She says, 'Hi.' He shoots her.

- She slams the door into him, takes off.

What makes her swerve

without hitting the brakes?

I don't know. Something in the street.

- Maybe.

This Markum girl couldn't have

weighed more than what, 110?

She hit hard enough to get a jump on him?

- Maybe he's knocked back on his heels.

Your pal Dave strikes me as a guy

permanently back on his heels.

Wait a second, how did we get to

Dave Boyle all of a sudden?

We just got to him.

- He's a guy who was in the bar.

The last place, Seany,

the last place she was at.

The guy is wrong. You saw his hand.

Yeah, I saw his hand. You seriously

want to take a look at Dave Boyle?

Just a little one.

I'd recommend two sets of visiting hours,

from 3 to 5, and 7 to 9.

Sure.

- Good.

Have you thought about flowers?

- I'll call Knopfler's this afternoon.

Good.

And the notice?

Notice?

Yes, the obituary. We can take care of it

if you give us her basic information.

Or if you prefer donations

in lieu of flowers?

Where's my daughter?

Downstairs, in the basement.

I wanna see her.

I'm gonna find him, Katie.

I'm gonna find him before the police do.

I'm gonna find the man,

and I'm gonna kill him.

Did you say something, Mr. Markum?

The notice.

It should read:
'Katherine Markum...

...beloved daughter

of James and Marita, deceased...

...stepdaughter of Annabeth, sister to...'

'Sister to Sara and Nadine.'

You guys again?

- Yeah. We're like two bad pennies.

You dropping in on Jimmy?

- Yeah.

Do you have some kind of, what,

break in the case?

No, just paying our respects.

Where you off to?

Annabeth got a craving for cigarettes. I'm

gonna go get some. See you in a minute.

By the way, Mr. Boyle, what happened

to your hand there?

Garbage disposal. It jammed, I stuck

my hand in, it started again.

Stupid.

- Painful.

Garbage disposal. Bullshit.

Yeah. Well, it doesn't mean

he killed anybody either. Come on.

Heard you could use one.

- Thanks.

I quit 10 years ago, you believe this?

- Whatever you need right now.

Come on in, I'll get Jimmy.

I got a couple errands I gotta run.

I'll be back in an hour.

You don't have to come back, Celeste.

I'll be fine.

Sure?

- Celeste Boyle?

Yeah.

I'm Sean Devine, an old friend of Dave's.

This is Whitey Powers.

Mrs. Boyle.

- Nice to meet you.

Look, I gotta go.

Oh, damn it.

I left my report pad in the cruiser.

You better go get it.

- Yeah.

Come on.

Hey, Celeste, could I ask you

a quick question?

Me?

What time did Dave get home on Saturday?

What?

- It's a little thing.

We're running a time line on everything

involving Katie. I'm sure...

...Dave told you he saw her at McGill's.

You think Dave killed Katie?

Oh, no. God. I didn't say that.

Why would I even think that?

I don't know.

- No, no. It's just that we could figure out...

...what time she was on the road

if we knew what time Dave got home.

See, it's 5 minutes from your place

to McGill's...

...and Katie left 15 minutes

before Dave did. You see what I mean.

I was asleep.

Saturday night, when Dave came in,

I was asleep.

Okay. Well, thanks.

Bullshit.

No, he was dating Katie, Jim.

They were gonna elope to Vegas.

We found tickets under their names.

Brendan Harris confirmed it.

Remember what you said?

How she looked at you on Saturday like

she was preparing to never see you again?

Did Brendan Harris kill my daughter?

- No.

You're 100 percent sure?

Passed his poly with flying colors, plus it

seemed to me like he really loved her.

Jimmy, I'm just curious, man.

Why are you so dead set against that kid?

He said Katie told him you'd disowned her

if she ever dated a Harris.

I knew his father. They called him

'Just Ray' Harris.

Why is that?

There were so many Rays

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