Michael Koryta - Last Words

St. Petersburg, Florida

September 13, 2012

The last words he said to her: Dont embarrass me with this shit.

In later days, months, and years, he will tell everyone who asks, and some who do not, that the last words from his lips to her ears were I love you. Sometimes, during sleepless nights, he can almost convince himself that it is true.

But as they walked out of their building and into the harsh Florida sun that September day, Mark Novak didnt even look his wife in the eye. They were moving fast even though neither of them was running late. It was the way you walked when you were eager to get away from someone.

Its a leaked photograph, he said as they reached the sidewalk. She knows two things that would both be available through a single leaked photograph.

Maybe. If it is, wouldnt it be good to know how she got it?

Shes not going to admit that. Shes going to claim this psychic bullshit.

You need to open your mind, Lauren said. You need to consider accepting that its a complex world.

You need to be able to have the common sense to identify a fraud when you see one.

Maybe she is a fraud. I wont know until I look into it.

Nobodys stopping you from wasting your time.

She looked up at him then, the last time they ever looked at each other, but any chance of eye contact was prevented by her sunglasses.

Mark. She sighed, still patient. Your personal understanding of the world doesnt invalidate anothers. Her last words to him. Shed stopped walking because theyd reached her car, an Infiniti coupe that was parked a block closer to the building than his Jeep. Here he had the chance for the customary kiss, or at least a hand on the shoulder, a quick squeeze, some eye contact. Here he had the chance to say I love you.

Dont embarrass me with this shit, Mark said. He had a hand over his eyes, rubbing his face, and his voice was weary and resigned and the words were soft, and though now he likes to allow a few beers to convince him that she didnt hear them, she did.

By the time he was behind the wheel of the Jeep, she was already at the end of the street, waiting to turn left onto Fifth Avenue and head for the interstate. The hole in traffic held, and he made it through just behind her. For two blocks they were together, and then they pulled onto I-275. The added height of the Jeep allowed him to see down into her smaller car, catch a glimpse of tan skin and blond hair that made her look like she belonged to the beach, which was true enough, as shed grown up on it. Her eyes were hidden behind her sunglasses, so he never knew if she glanced in the mirror to look back at him. He likes to believe that she did, and that his face was kind.

For a few hundred yards he was tucked in just behind her, and then the interstate split. One ramp peeled right, north toward Tampa, and the other peeled left, south toward Sarasota. The Infiniti glided north. Mark turned south.

He wasnt angry. He was annoyed. Theyd known that there would be conflicts when they began working together, but so far those had been minor, and they were both happy to be part of the dream team Innocence Inc. was doing the best pro bono legal work in the country, challenging death row, freeing the wrongfully convicted. Seventeen successful exonerations in just three years. Mark and Lauren knew that it was going to be their lifes work. Lauren would be playing at a higher level what lay ahead for her was the actual courtroom, while Mark was part of the investigative team but that separation was never a discord. If anything, the interview she was heading off to now stepped on his toes because it was lower-level work, and that would infuriate Jeff London, their boss. Lauren was driving to Cassadaga to talk to a self-proclaimed psychic about a vision the woman believed relevant to a death penalty defense case. The woman had known two things she couldnt have learned from media reports: the color of a victims socks on the night of her death and the fact that the victim hadnt shaved her legs in several days.

Mark had told Lauren not to make the trip, and though the last words hed said Dont embarrass me with this shit were surely selfish, he didnt think his argument was. Jeff London, who ran the show, did not have tolerance for bullshit. Psychics were high on the bullshit meter for most people, Mark had explained, but to Jeff, they were going to be off the charts.

He didnt know that for sure, actually. They were off the charts for him but perhaps not for Jeff, and that was where the disingenuous, if not outright dishonest, portion of the argument existed. Making the debate personal seemed to weaken it, though, coming from his own experiences with cons and scam artists who preyed on the most desperate of people the grieving and Lauren would be quick to point out that bias, so he put it on London instead.

He was driving south on the Sunshine Skyway, and the bridge was living up to its name, the sun angling through the windshield and reflecting harshly off the Gulf of Mexico. He fumbled for sunglasses, couldnt reach them, and almost lost his lane. A horn blew, and he corrected fast and didnt blame the other driver for the middle finger that flashed. It had been close to a wreck, and it had been Marks fault. A car accident was not going to help the celebration he planned for tonight, and that was already staggering.

At the tollbooth, he finally had a chance to grab the sunglasses, and he also plugged his phone into the charger and, for an instant, thought about calling Lauren. Thought about imploring one more time: Lets just enjoy the weekend and you can think about it. We can talk about it. And if you still want to do it, then go on Monday.

He didnt make the call, though. He knew theyd work it out later. They had the whole weekend, and they had rented a beach house on Siesta Key, a getaway they couldnt afford but had still decided to splurge on. A diving trip loomed, the activity that had brought them together. The first time hed seen his future wife, in fact, shed been underwater.

The hell with it, Mark said, accelerating south. Let her learn her lesson on the wild-goose chase, and let him learn to keep his mouth shut. Working with your spouse wasnt easy, but it was easier when the work was a passion project. There were far more good days than bad, and most of the time they were able to leave it at the office. This weekend, he would make sure that they did.

He had the beach house ready for her by late afternoon. It was a gorgeous place, the crushed-shell drive shaded by thick palms, the back deck looking out on white sand and the sparkling waters of the Gulf beyond, private in a way few areas on the Florida coast were. He eyed the chaise longue on the deck and thought that it would be a fine place for some starlit sex. The deck would cool down by evening, particularly with that breeze off the water, the palms kept things private, and the sound of the waves would be just right.

Shouldnt have said it, he thought then. Shouldnt have risked ruining a good night with a prick comment like that.

Hed make it right, though. Hed keep his mouth shut while she talked about the crazy woman in Cassadaga, and he would apologize for his parting shot. In this place, it would be hard to hold on to anger for long, and Lauren was never one for that anyhow.

He read on the deck for a while, fell asleep, and woke at five with the sun in his eyes. Time to get to work on dinner. Hed stopped in Sarasota to buy food and a few bottles of wine, and Lauren had promised to be there no later than six. He made a Caprese salad her favorite; this was sure to help take the edge off and opened the wine, and at ten to six he preheated the grill. He even set a pack of her cigarettes and an ashtray on the deck, a clear gesture of apology because he was always bitching at her to give up the habit. Beside them he set a small plastic disk her diving permit from the first trip theyd taken together, an outing to the Saba National Marine Park in the Caribbean, where shed given him his first lessons. Shed talked her father into bringing him, insisting that Mark would make a great instructor one of these days. That had been the weekend of their first kiss, and hed retrieved the permit from her bag at the end of the trip and saved it. Overly sentimental? Sure. But shed brought that out in him when hed thought nobody ever would. He carried no artifacts with him from the West, and most of his life had been spent there.