Page 86 of An Evil Heart
“That isn’t against the law, is it?”
“No, it’s not.” I look at the gas station, pretend to study the façade. “Kind of an interesting venue for a party. How many have you had out here?”
He tosses me a look that’s part perplexed, but mostly annoyed. “We might’ve had a few. What does that have to do with anything?”
“We?” I assume my own perplexed expression. “Who else?”
“Just me and a few buddies. You’ve seen them out here.”
Emily’s voice comes at me from the recesses of my mind…And then they all came in.
“Maybe I should talk to them, too,” I say. “What are their names?”
“I reckon you’ll have to figure that out on your own.” One side of his mouth hikes into a smile, a chess player realizing he’s about to checkmate. “I haven’t been playing the music too loud, have I?” He looks around, Mr. Innocent, indicating there isn’t a neighbor in sight.
“Silly of me not to notice something so obvious.” I add an amicable tone to my voice. “By the way, you do know the age of consent in Ohio is sixteen, right?”
“I’m not sure why you’d mention that,” he says. “I haven’t had any young girls out here. I don’t do that shit.”
I hold my temper at bay. “Rape and sexual-battery laws in Ohio cover a lot of different scenarios.” I shrug, a teacher explaining a complicated algebra problem to a student who doesn’t quite get it. “I mean, a person can be charged with rape if they coerce an individual into drinking or taking drugs so that the victim is impaired and unable to resist sexual advances. Did you know that?”
The good-old-boy pretenses fall away. “I thought this was about Aden.”
“It is.”
He stares at me, all semblance of good humor and cockiness giving way to nerves—and thinly concealed temper. Out of the corner of my eye, I see his hands clench into fists, and I’m keenly aware of my radio mike pinned to my lapel, my .38 strapped to my hip. That I’d like nothing better than to punch his fucking lights out.
“The law is fascinating,” I hear myself say. “Did you know that rape is a first-degree felony?”
He stares at me, eyes level and set, his nostrils flaring.
“Also.” I say the word with emphasis. “Did you know there’s a mandatory prison term for certain conduct, like drugging the victim? And if force or coercion was used, the offender faces life imprisonment.” I shake my head. “Life.Can you imagine?”
“I don’t know why you’re telling me that.”
“Judging by the look on your face, you know exactly why I’m telling you this.”
“You’ve no cause to speak to me like that.” He glances over his shoulder at the gas station. “I have to go.”
“Please do. Get some rest. In fact, you’d better get as much sleep as you can because in the coming days and weeks and months, you’re going to need it.” I raise my hand, touch the tip of his nose with my index finger. “I’m relentless, Vernon. One wrong move, and I’m going to be all over your shit. Do you understand?”
Looking shaken, he steps away from me, looks me up and down as if he’s expecting a physical attack. I hold my ground, stare hard at him.
“You’re not allowed touch me like that. You can’t threaten a citizen,” he snarls. “Just because you can’t figure out what happened to Karn doesn’t mean you can come here and take it out on me.”
“Maybe you should file a complaint.”
“Maybe I will.”
“Better yet, why don’t you take your best shot right now?” I motion toward his hands, which are still clenched into fists. “Look at you. All that rage. All that scary teeth grinding. And you don’t have the balls to do anything about it.”
“Fuck you.” He turns and starts toward the gas station.
I hold my ground, my heart pounding, and I watch as he reaches the office door, jams the key into the lock. “Vernon?” I call out.
He glares at me over his shoulder.
“Just so you know… the criminal statute of limitations on rape and sexual battery in Ohio is twenty-five years. Think about that while you’re trying to sleep.”
