On the Other Hand, Death Page #4

two weeks off.

I'm sleeping right here

every night

until I know the two

of you are safe.

Oh, I've missed you

so much.

Oh, and you're

so far away. God.

And Don's offered

to help us out with the case.

Yeah. If that's

all right with you,

I'd like to ask a few questions,

see if I can help.

Starting with,

uh, Jonas Baskin.

What can you

tell me about him?

Well, he...

he's a bigot.

He's an idiot.

I don't think

he has a clue

how close his son is

to harming himself seriously.

But, uh, God,

I don't think he's a petty vandal.

Well, I'm not sure

I'd call this "petty."

I'm... I'm

dead certain

that this

is Joey Deems.

I told

the police that.

He's called me

so many worse things to my face,

you wouldn't

believe it.

Okay. Where can I

find Joey Deems?

Can I help you?

Yeah. Does Joey Deems

live here?

And who wants to know?

Don Strachey.

I'm a private investigator.

What do you want

with my son?

You know Dorothy Fisher

and Edith Strong?

Uh, I know them to say hello,

not much more.

Well, they've been having

some problems at their place.

Vandalism, spray painting,

graffiti, ugly stuff.

And you're accusing Joey

of being involved?

Evidently,

there's been some words

exchanged between them.

Joey wouldn't have

anything to do with that.

We raised him to be

a good Christian boy.

Good. Then I can

talk to him.

I don't think so. I don't think he'd have

anything to say to you.

And if you're looking

for more people

with a grudge against

those two women,

there's plenty of them

that are more ticked off

at them than Joey.

Okay. Who's that?

Oh, any of the neighbors

up and down Moon Road.

They didn't tell you

that, did they?

How they pissed everybody off

by refusing to sell.

You all got offers

on your properties?

You see, that's

what homosexuals do.

They make it seem

like everything

is some kind of prejudice

or something.

When really,

it's nothing of the kind.

Let's talk about you.

How ticked off are you?

I don't let anger

enter my heart, Mr...

- Strachey?

- Don's fine.

Don. Well, Don...

let me tell you

something.

God must've wanted me

to stay here for a reason,

and I am content to do

whatever he thinks is best.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have work to do.

- It's been nice talking to you.

- Thank you for your time.

Have a nice day.

You talk to Joey?

No.

Couldn't get

past papa bear.

You didn't tell me you had

an offer on your house.

Yeah.

Well, that was

a few months ago.

Sounds like you two

pissed off quite a few

of your neighbors.

Not "you two."

Dorothy.

She wouldn't even

consider the offer.

You wanted

to sell?

Well, it was

a lot of money.

And, yeah,

I'd love to move,

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