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He had picked a good spot. A dozen scrub trees blocked the view from the north and west. The road ran south for fifty yards through open land, then turned east. The only structure with a view of Bartelles and the truck was a long, low, metal building eighty yards back.
That building faced away from Bartelles, and besides, it looked empty, possibly deserted. There were no windows in the back wall, only a stretch of corrugated iron with a single padlocked door. Empty asphalt, a loose jumble of rusty pipes, a stack of rotting pallets, and a big ABCO trash container.
The Mustang and I were hidden behind the trash container.
I had already taken two pictures of Bartelles by then, both of them reasonably tight and clear once the long lens of my dented old Minolta had dragged him up close to me. I snapped him again as he nodded his head twice and turned to stride briskly toward the stand of trees.
When I took the camera away from my eye, I couldn’t see him. There was too much contrast between the bright sun and the dark tree shadows. But he was still visible through the Minolta, and I clicked away steadily as he used his pocketknife to saw through his belt and free the chain connected to the large leather wallet that held the company money.
Bartelles put the cash in a plastic bag he took from his pants pocket, then threw away the wallet with an artistic flip of his wrist. Then he took off his shoes, walked gingerly to the far end of the small forest, and buried the bag of cash under loose dirt at the base of a tree.
When he’d walked just as carefully back to where he’d dumped the wallet, he ripped the front of his shirt and threw himself down on the ground. He rolled around in the dirt for a minute, scrunching his back against the ground like a dog. I fought ’em, boss. Like a tiger, I swear. But they were just too strong for me.
Bartelles got up, looked around, and found something on the ground, probably a rock. Whatever it was, he dragged it sharply across his forehead three times. He winced noticeably each time.
Finally he stood still for a moment, apparently thinking; then he let his shoulders sag, and he staggered out into the sunlight again.
It was quite a performance, well worth the full roll of thirty-six exposures I’d run through the camera.
By the time I’d followed the road around to the parked truck, Bartelles was standing in the middle of the road. When I stopped, he developed a bad limp and waved his arms feebly.
“Help,” he cawed. “I’ve been robbed.”
I leaned over and opened the passenger door. “Get in, Camille.”
He threw himself in, babbling about his ordeal, saying take me to the cops and oh, my Gawd and things like that. During all that he mopped at his gashed forehead with a handkerchief and made sure I noticed his grievous wound.
After five minutes, though, when I hadn’t said anything and had driven past two patrol cars, Bartelles pursed his lips and said calmly, “You wanna tell me what the fuck is going on here?”
“You’ve been a ba-a-a-d boy.”
“What are you, pal, a cop or something?”
“Private,” I said. “Shanahan will tell you all about it.”
“Shanahan! That bastard. Hired you to catch me, huh?”
“Yup.” Power repartee à la Gary Cooper.
Bartelles said, “You oughta know, pal, my brother-in-law is very big down at the local. Very big.”
“Yup.”
“You a union man, pal?”
“Federated Guild of Thugs and Leg-breakers,” I said. “I’m on the committee negotiating our new contract.”
“Get fucked,” he said.
“Good idea for a contract provision. It beats the hell out of overtime and sick pay. You think your brother-in-law could give us a hand with that?”
Our relationship soured after that. He didn’t call me pal again, for one thing. And he tried to kick me on the shin when I trotted him into Shanahan’s office.
Grinning, Shanahan offered him a quick way out with a hastily typed letter of resignation and confidential confession. Bartelles spit on Shanahan’s desk, so we did it the hard way.
It took several hours to recover the cash and the truck and help the cops assemble the small mountain of paperwork they needed to put one petty thief in the slammer. A sergeant named Worthington ramrodded the job; we’d been rookies together years ago. Worthington didn’t like my wisecracks about terminal writer’s cramp.
It was after nine-thirty that night, and the temperature was down to bearable, when I finally got away from all that heavy-duty crime busting. I had missed the planned candlelight Italian dinner with Hilda, which was bad. I phoned her a few hours back, though, and she’d suggested Whoppers and double onion rings whenever I could make it. Which was good.
Tomorrow, I wouldn’t have to chase that stupid truck around town, which was also good. And Shanahan’s check lay heavy in my wallet. Another good.
As the Mustang clattered along, I wondered whether the mysterious Max had enjoyed his day. I decided he could not have fully appreciated it, if only because he didn’t know how close he had come to running out of days to enjoy.
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About the Author
W. Glenn Duncan, a former newsman, politician, and professional pilot, has lived in Iowa, Ohio, Oregon, Florida, Texas and California. He now lives with his wife in Australia. His novels in the Rafferty P.I. Series are: Rafferty’s Rules, Last Seen Alive, Poor Dead Cricket, Wrong Place Wrong Time, Cannon’s Mouth and Fatal Sisters.
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Wrong Place, Wrong Time
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First published in the United States in 1989 by Ballantine Books, a division of Random House, Inc., New York, and simultaneously in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto.
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This edition published in 2017 by d squared publishing.
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