Dennis Yates - Minus Tide

Its your first dead body, Ann. Dont worry. Youre not going to get hooked or anything.

I wouldnt say this counts. A severed appendage is hardly a body, Mitch. And no, I dont care for a cigarette.

Mitch Young lit one up and dropped the pack back into his shirt pocket. His hands were shaky.

So I guess youre already hooked? Ann said.

I suppose I am. On cigarettes anyway. Mitch had found that nicotine calmed his stomach. Hed taken up smoking his first week on duty, after arriving at the scene of a grisly car crash and immediately losing his dinner of chicken fried steak. It was obvious that neither occupant had bothered to buckle up. There was blood-stained windshield glass scattered all over the place. Like thrown wedding rice, hed thought, except these folks were getting hitched with death. Hed set out flares on the dark road and waited for Sheriff Dawkins. The sheriff, a consummate chain smoker, had tossed him a spare pack and warned him to mind the spreading pool of gasoline.

I dont care what you think. An arm still counts in my book, Mitch said.

Tell me then, at what point does it not count? If its only a baby toe for instance?

Ann ducked her head beneath his smoke and took a step upwind. Her black hair curled over her shoulders like a shimmering wave. Mitch couldnt stop staring at her or grinning either. Ann was always so quick. Her appearance had changed a lot in just the three years since high school, when shed kept her hair cut short and spiky, used makeup that made her look like a pale doll. Her skin was now lightly tanned and the bone beneath created pleasing angles to the eye. She had the face of a woman, he thought. But when I see myself in the mirror every morning Im still that punk in junior high

I dont know Ann, thats a good question. Let me think on it for a while.

A heavier wind kicked up and began to throw sand. Smelling faintly of salmon and snow, it seemed as if it had slid down directly from Alaska. Ann hugged herself and shivered.

How much longer is the sheriff going to be?

Do you want to borrow my jacket?

I cant stay all day waiting for him. By the time he gets here the tide will take that arm away.

We can go back to my car. Ive got a thermos of coffee.

Ann stared at the jumping nerves in his hands. What had happened to the cool operator shed known for so many years?

No thanks Deputy Young. I know all about you and cars. But I think Ill take you up on your first offer.

Mitch shrugged out of his jacket and handed it over. His face had turned red. I dont know what youre talking about, Ann.

I think you do. As soon as she pulled up the zipper of Mitchs heavy jacket she felt better. Her legs were numb but she could deal with it for a while longer. I should stop teasing him, she thought. Maybe its how weve always gotten along, but today it just feels wrong.

I guess I did have a reputation back in the day, Mitch said, glancing at the sky for a break in the clouds. He noticed a strand of blue over the horizon, no thicker than fishing line. But Im a happily married man now.

I believe you, Mitch.

Is there something you want to tell me?

What do you mean?

I just wondered why youre busting my chops.

I was only teasing.

Well its not very funny. Ive got an image to uphold these days.

Sorry. I didnt mean anything by it. I guess this whole thing has put me in a bad mood and I shouldnt be taking it out on you. All I wanted was a nice run to clear my head before work. Then I trip over somebodys stupid arm. And instead of pretending I didnt notice I make the mistake of stopping to call you guys.

So it doesnt matter to you if the owner of this arm could have been murdered?

I hate to break it to you, but Nancy Drew and I parted ways at a yard sale many moons ago. And what makes you think it was murder and not a fishing accident?

Because Ive already checked with the Coast Guard. Theyve got no reports of anyone missing.

Have you ever seen such ugly tattoos? And whats with the Cyclops?

Cyclops?

You remember reading Homers Odyssey dont you? The cannibal giant with only one eye in the middle of his head?

Sorry. I guess I was too busy getting my skull crunched on the field.

Well whoever was attached to this hairy chunk of ink meat was probably some badass who had it coming. You ought to just bag it up and toss it in the trash.

Mitch took a final drag off his cigarette and grinned. My goodness, Ann. Youve turned judgmental with age.

I bet youre not surprised.

I guess not. After all the stuff you went through while we were back in school. But hopefully the past is the past now.

No.

No?

It never really is, Mitch.

Mitch flicked the cigarette into a bonfire ring piled with dead coals.

I didnt think so.

They walked over to a cedar log and sat down. Ann found a stick and began drawing in the sand. Shed never had anything against Mitch. He just seemed painfully average when he wasnt getting attention on the football field. Near the shoreline a raven pecked at a dead fish. Gulls circled above, but the raven ignored their bullying cries to move on.

Can I ask you a question? Mitch asked.

I guess itll kill some time.

Did your stepdad ever try to contact your family?

Duane? In his own way he did. On Christmas eve hed call from prison and sing Silent Night into the answering machine.

He didnt talk to anyone?

No. I picked up once and he hung up on me. I guess it must have ruined it for him.

Did your aunt go to the cops about it?

What could have been done? He hadnt broken the law. Theres got to be more to a harassment charge than singing badly to someone once a year.

But it must have made you feel nervous.

Maybe the first couple of times. Then it sort of became a sad joke.

Do you wonder if he wouldve come back here when he got out on parole?

Ann watched Mitchs fingers play with the brim of his hat. She noticed the dirt under his nails, just like the first day theyd met in school.

I dont think he was that stupid. Therere a lot of folks around here that wouldnt have hesitated using him for crab bait if hed tried.

What makes you say that?

Duane had to get his start somewhere, didnt he? Before he got comfortable pointing a gun at people hed rip them off other ways. Sneaky stuff that didnt pay all that much. He was always on the lookout for new suckers, smooth talking them into parting with their money. Most folks were too embarrassed to do anything about it when they realized theyd been taken. But a few caught up with him, took what he owed in teeth. I guess that might be why he started holding joints up. His mouth was a mess. He couldnt talk smooth anymore.

Mitch shook his head. I guess I hadnt heard that about him. But you know how stories get told around here. Sometimes a big piece gets misplaced. People forgive when it becomes easier than holding a grudge.

Well there are still grudges out there, believe me. Maybe not so strong now. I sense their roots to the past are dying.

So what made you stay here with your aunt? I thought you were all set for college.

Believe me I was hoping to get out. Then my aunt almost lost her store when she got sick and had no one else to run things. I just want to be sure shes back on her feet again before I make a move.

Shes lucky to have you here. But I also know you belong in college. Youve always had the brains. There wasnt a day in school that I didnt see you carrying an armful of books. I still dont know how a person could read that much.

It was my only way to cope after mom was gone. I dont know if Id still be here if books hadnt kept me company.

I guess everyone needs a way to escape when things get rough.