"Your parents."
"Yes."
"Because?"
"Because? Because they were f.u.c.king hippies, for G.o.d"s sake. Were your parents hippies?"
I thought of my father and my two uncles.
"No," I said. "They weren"t."
"Most people"s weren"t. And even if they were, they got over it."
"They were different times," I said, just to say something.
"I"m lucky they didn"t name me Moonflower."
"You are," I said.
Paul smiled. It was as if Daryl didn"t hear me.
"We didn"t come here to visit my aunt," Daryl said. "We came here with some man my mother was f.u.c.king."
Paul and I looked at each other. We were thinking of Paul"s mother.
I had swiveled my chair a little so I could see out my window. Although it was early afternoon, the sky outside my office was dark and getting darker. Rain was coming. Daryl sat without saying anything.
"Your father know about this man?"
"I don"t know what he knew," Daryl said. "I think he was stoned for the first twelve years of my life."
"Were they separated?" I said.
She didn"t answer for awhile. She had stopped looking at her lap and begun to look out through my window at the rain that hadn"t come yet. I was about to ask again when she answered me.
"Separated?" she laughed. "h.e.l.l, I don"t know if they were even married. I mean, maybe some long-haired freak in a tie-dyed shirt mumbled something and smoked hemp with them. But separated? From what?"
"Did your father know your mother, ah, fooled around?"
"Oh, yes."
"Did he object?"
"Maybe when he wasn"t stoned. But she didn"t care. She wasn"t going to be somebody"s chattel."
"Right on, sister," I said. "Your father fool around?"
"I don"t think so. I think he was in love with Mistress Bong."
I could see why she had made up a story. Loosened, her rage was carnivorous.
"The man"s name?" I said. "The one she came to Boston with."
"I don"t know," Daryl said.
"Did you meet him?"
"Yes, but I don"t know what his name was. I don"t know anything about him. I hated him."
"Can you describe him?"
"No."
I nodded.
"When I was fifteen," Paul said, "my mother was bopping a guy named Stephen, with a ph. He was about six-one, slim, short hair, close-cropped beard, and mustache, always wore aviator gla.s.ses with pink lenses."
"So you remember, and I don"t," Daryl said.
"I remember them all," Paul said. "Clearly."
"Well, I don"t," Daryl said.
Neither of us said anything. Daryl looked out my window. The rain was just getting under way, a few spatters making isolated trickle paths down the pane.
"He was a black man," she said.
I waited.
"Not too big. I think he was only a little taller than my mother. He had a big afro."
"You remember his name?" I said.
She was quiet, watching the evolving rain through my window. Paul and I watched it, too. It was very dark outside.
"My mother called him Leon," she said.
"Last name?" I said.
She shook her head.
"Just Leon," she said. "I a.s.sume it was his first name."
I tried to get as much as I could while the faucet was on.
"Any gray in the afro?"
"No."
"Beard?"
"Mustache," she said. "A big Fu Manchu thing."
"You know what he did for a living?"
"No."
"You ever hear from him after she died?"
"No."
"You know where he is now?"
"No."
"You know anything else about him?"
"No."
"He treat you okay?"
"I didn"t see much of him. My mother sort of kept him to herself."
"He didn"t mistreat you," Paul said.
"No."
The rain arrived like an explosion against the window, flooding the window pane. There was some lightning and commensurate thunder.
I said, "After your mother died, you went to live with your father?"
"Yes."
"How was that?"
She shrugged. "He tried," she said. "But he wasn"t much good at anything but rolling a joint. Mostly we were on welfare."
"How"d you get to be an actress?" I said.
"I always wanted to. From as long back as I can remember. I don"t know why. I got in the drama club in high school, and the drama club teacher helped me get into an apprentice program at the La Jolla Playhouse and. " she spread her hands.
"So why are you so dead set on finding your mother"s murderer?" I said.
"Well. I. she was my mother, for G.o.d"s sake."
"And you want justice," I said.
"If I can get it," Daryl said.
"I can"t promise it," I said.
"I"ll settle for revenge," she said.
I looked out the window at the fully evolved thunderstorm. Blow, winds, I thought, and crack your cheeks.
23.
I called Evan Malone at the number Epstein had given me and got his wife, and made an appointment to come up to his place on Bow Lake to talk with him. On the drive up Route 93, I called Epstein on the cell phone.
"Find anything in D.C. about Shaka?" I said.
"They got a file," Epstein said.
"Can you get it?"
"Cla.s.sified."
"Don"t you have clearance?"
"Need-to-know basis," Epstein said.
"You need to know."
"No," Epstein said. "I"d like to know. But I"m not working on a case which requires me to know it."
"And you can"t work on the case because you can"t get any information about it to work on it."
"That"s a little oversimplified," Epstein said.
"They have no reason to cla.s.sify some two-bit counterculture gunny from 1974 on a need-to-know," I said.
"Apparently, they do," Epstein said. "I"ll try to spring it loose. There are some channels to go through."
"I"ll bet there are," I said. "What reason would you guess."
"I don"t wish to guess," Epstein said. "I"ll see what I can find out."
"I"m guessing there was an informant involved."
"I don"t wish to guess," Epstein said.
Malone"s cabin, on Bow Lake, was alone in the woods. There were neighbors, I had pa.s.sed them on the way in, but they weren"t in sight from the cabin, and, as I got out of the car in the driveway, I could have been in Patagonia. An aging c.o.c.ker spaniel came around the corner of the cabin and gave me a token bark before she sat with her tongue out, waiting for me to pat her. After I did, we went around to the front of the house, which faced out toward the lake. Malone and his wife were sitting on the deck, looking at the water. A pitcher of iced tea sat on a little tray table between them. We said h.e.l.lo, and I sat in a canvas-strapped folding deck chair. They didn"t offer me any iced tea, "I"m trying to backtrack an old killing," I said.