Mercy

CHAPTER TWELVE

St. Claire, Louisiana, was easy for Theo to find. Bowen was impossible. There weren't any signs pointing the way, and as Jake had indicated, the little town wasn't on a map. Loath to admit that he was lost and needed directions-a genetic flaw passed

down to the males in the family, according to his sisters, Jordan and Sydney-Theo drove around in circles until he was almost

out of gas and had to stop. When he went inside the filling station to pay, he broke down and asked the attendant if he happened

to know where Bowen was located.

The freckle-faced, slightly cross-eyed teenager nodded enthusiastically. "I sure do know where Bowen is. Are you new in town?" Before Theo could answer, the boy asked another question. "Are you looking for the new high school? It's over on Clement Street. Hey, I bet you are." He paused to give Theo the once-over, then squinted up at him and nodded. "I know why you're here."

"You do?"

"Sure I do. You're interviewing for the coaching job, aren't you? Yeah, that's it, isn't it? You're answering the ad, aren't you?

We heard someone was maybe interested, and it's you, right? It wasn't a rumor after all. We really need help 'cause

Mr. Freeland-he's the music teacher, but I guess you already know that- doesn't know squat about football. So are you

going to take the job?"

"No, I'm not."

"Why not? You haven't even seen the place yet. I don't think it's right to make up your mind before you even see the place."

Theo's patience was wearing thin. "I'm not a football coach."

The teenager wasn't buying it. "You look like you ought to be a coach. You got the shoulders, like maybe you used to play some football when you were young."

When he was young? Just how old did the kid think he was? "Look, all I want is directions-"

The teenager cut him off. "Oh, I get it," he said, nodding enthusiastically.

"Get what?" Theo asked in spite of his better judgment.

"It's a secret, isn't it? I mean, until the position is filled, it's like a secret. You know, when the principal announces his choice at

the big rally in a couple of weeks. By the way, Coach, my name's Jerome Kelly, but everyone calls me Kevin on account of

that's my middle name." He reached across the counter to shake Theo's hand. "It sure is nice to meet you."

Theo clenched his jaw. "I'm just trying to find Bowen. Are you going to tell me where it is or not?"

Kevin put his hands up in a conciliatory gesture. "Okay. You don't need to get mad at me. But it is a secret, right?"

Theo decided to agree just to get the boy off the subject. "Yeah, right. It's a secret. Now, where's Bowen?"

Kevin was grinning from ear to ear. "You see that?" he asked, pointing to the street in front of the station.

"What?"

"That street."

"Sure I see it."

Kevin nodded again. "That's Elm Street, but there aren't any elms on it. I'm a kicker."

"You're a what?"

"A kicker. Mr. Freeland says that ought to be my position on the team. I can kick a football forty yards without breaking a sweat."

"Is that right?"

"I could be your punt returner too. I'm that fast."

"Listen, Kevin, I'm not the new football coach."

"Yeah, I know, and I won't tell anybody until it's officially announced. You can count on me, Coach."

"Where's Bowen?" His voice now had a real bite in it.

"I was just getting to that," he said. "Now, if you drive on this side of Elm Street, the east side," he qualified as he pointed out the window again, "then you're in St. Claire. If you don't know which way is east and which way is west-I sometimes have trouble with that-you'll know you're in St. Claire if you see sidewalks. Bowen doesn't have any sidewalks."

Theo gritted his teeth. "And where exactly is Bowen?"

"I'm telling you," he promised. "Now, if you cross Elm Street, like if you were walking…?"

Theo really hated this kid. "Yeah?"

"There you are."

"Where?"

"In Bowen. Get it? One side of Elm Street is St. Claire, and the other side is Bowen. It's as simple as that. I sure hope

you'll give me a shot at kicker. I'd be a real asset to the team."

Theo counted out the bills for the gas and asked, "Have you ever heard of a bar called The Swan?"

"Sure," he said. "Everyone knows The Swan. It's a big old place tucked in the swamp, clear on the other side of Bowen. It's

got a big swan on top. You can't miss it once you find it." "So tell me how to find it." Kevin came through this time with directions. When he was finished describing the convoluted route, he said, "You know the people in St. Claire like to think of Bowen as their suburb, but that really pisses off the people of Bowen. Oh… sorry. I probably shouldn't say 'pisses off in front of faculty."

Theo pocketed his change, thanked Kevin for his help, and headed back to the car. Kevin chased after him. "Sir, what's your name?"

Theo Buchanan."

"Don't forget," he called out.

"Forget what?"

"That I should be your kicker."

Theo grinned. "I won't forget."

Kevin waited until the car had pulled out onto Elm, then raced back inside to call his friends. He wanted to be the first to tell the secret news about Coach Buchanan.

Ten minutes later Theo was driving down yet another seemingly endless unmarked gravel road. On either side were lush foliage and cypress trees with grayish green moss dripping from each branch. It was hot outside and terribly humid, but it was so

beautiful and peaceful Theo rolled down the window to take in the sweet, earthy scents.

He could see murky water beyond the trees as he continued on the road at a snail's pace. He wanted to stop the car and

simply sit there and take it all in. What a great place to do some exploring on foot, he thought. That thought led to another.

Didn't alligators live in the swamp? Hell, yes, they did. Forget hiking anywhere.

What was he doing here? Why had he come all this way just to go fishing? Because she was here, he admitted, and he was suddenly feeling foolish. He considered turning the car around and going back to New Orleans. Yeah, that's what he should do.

If he hurried, he could catch a late flight and be back in Boston by midnight. Wasn't that where he belonged? If he wanted to

fish, he could take his boat out on the ocean and do some serious "catch a whale" kind of fishing.

He was nuts, that's what he was. He was just plain nuts. He knew what he should do, and yet he kept driving.

The road curved again, and suddenly there it was, The Swan, straight ahead at the end of the lane. The second he saw the building, he burst into laughter. Honest to God, he'd never seen anything like it. The building had gray corrugated sides and a pitched metal roof. It looked more like a big old barn, and a bit off-kilter at that, but the charm was definitely in the huge swan perched on top of the roof. Only, it wasn't a swan at all. It was a hot pink flamingo, and one wing was hanging precariously by

a thin metal wire.

There was an old battered Ford pickup parked in the gravel lot. Theo parked his car next to it, got out, and removed his suit jacket. He was rolling up the sleeves of his blue dress shirt and walking to the entrance before he remembered he'd worn the suit jacket to conceal the gun and holster clipped to his belt. It was too hot and muggy to put his jacket back on. He decided not to worry about the gun being noticeable. Michelle already knew he carried a weapon. Besides, he was too busy trying to figure out what

he was going to say to Jake when he asked him why he was there. He wondered if the old man would appreciate hearing the truth. I've become obsessed with your daughter. Oh, yeah, the truth would set him free, all right, and no doubt get him punched

in the nose.

The door was half open. Theo pushed it wider and walked inside. He spotted Jake Renard behind the bar, a dishcloth in his hand, wiping down the varnished wooden counter. Theo removed his sunglasses, tucked them into his shirt pocket next to his reading glasses, and nodded to the man. He hoped Jake would remember him and was trying to figure out what to say to him if he didn't. What was the other reason he'd driven to Bowen? Fishing. Yeah, that was it. He wanted to go fishing.

Jake did remember him. The second he spotted Theo, he let out a hoot like a country singer about to break into song. Then he grinned from ear to ear, dropped the dishcloth, wiped his hands on his overalls, and came rushing around the counter.

"Well, I'll be," he said. "Well, I'll be."

"How are you doing, Jake?"

"Just fine, Theo. I'm doing just fine. You come to fish?"

"Yes, sir, I did."

Jake shook Theo's hand, pumping it enthusiastically. "I sure am happy to see you. I was telling Ellie just the other night that we'd be running into one another again, and here you are, plain as day."

Theo knew who Ellie was. Jake had mentioned his wife when he had visited with him in the hospital.

"How is your wife?" he asked politely.

Jake looked startled but quickly recovered, then said, "My wife passed on, God rest her soul, a good while back."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Theo said, growing more confused. "If you don't mind my asking, who is Ellie?"

"My wife."

"Oh, then you remarried."

"No, I never had the urge to marry again after my Ellie died. I didn't think I could ever find anyone who could measure up to her." He paused to smile. "I just knew you'd show up on your own. I thought about calling you, but I knew Mike would have my hide if

I did, and besides, I figured you'd find a way to come out to Bowen."

Theo didn't know what to make of the old man's comments. Then Jake said, "I knew once I put the notion of fishing in your head, you'd figure out a way to take a couple of days off. A true fisherman can't ever say no, no matter how long it's been since he's held a fishing pole in his hand. Isn't that the way of it?"

"Yes, sir," he said.

"If you turn out to be a natural-born fisherman- and I've got a feeling you are-then I may have to pair myself with you in the tournament coming on next weekend. I've always partnered up with my friend Walter, but Mike had to yank his gallbladder out yesterday, and he isn't going to be in any shape to pull his weight. He's already told me to find someone else. You'll still be here, won't you?"

"I hadn't thought about how long I'd stay in Bowen."

"Then it's settled. You'll stay on."

Theo laughed. "What kind of tournament are you talking about?"

"Oh, it's a big affair around here," he said. "Once a year, all the fishermen come from miles around to compete. Everyone puts

in fifty dollars cash," he added. "It adds up to quite a hefty prize, and I've been wanting to beat old Lester Burns and his brother Charlie for the past five years. They've taken the ribbon and the cash prize every single year since we started the tournament. They've got the fancy equipment, which gives them the advantage. The rules aren't complicated," he added. "You just catch

your quota, and the judge weighs them out in front of the crowd at the end of the day. Afterwards there's a party with good

Cajun food right here at The Swan. Say, what do you think of my place?" he asked. He made a sweeping gesture with his arm. "It's nice, isn't it?"

Theo looked around with interest. The sun streaming in through the open windows beat down on the hardwood floors. Tables

had been placed against the wall, their chairs stacked on top. There was a bucket with a mop propped against the corner of the bar, and to the left was a jukebox. Overhead fans made a clicking sound as the blades slowly circled. The room was surprisingly cool given the temperature outside.

"It's very nice," he remarked.

"We do a heck of a business come the weekend," Jake said. "Yes, sir, it sure is good to see you, son. Michelle's going to be pleased too. She's mentioned you more than once."

For some reason that bit of news was inordinately nice to hear. "How's she doing? I saw Dr. Cooper and he told me her clinic was vandalized."

"They tried to destroy the place is what they did," he said. "No rhyme or reason to it. They didn't take anything, just turned it upside down. Poor Mike hasn't had time to do more than look over the wreck. She saw the clinic this morning. Just as soon as

she got home and changed her clothes, she got called back for another surgery. She hasn't had a minute to sort out the mess

and tell her brother and me what she wants us to do to help clean it all up. I'm telling you, she's been run ragged. I expect her

to keel over any second now."

"I'm doing just fine, Daddy."

Theo turned at the sound of her voice, and there she was, standing in the doorway, smiling at the two men. She was dressed in

a pair of khaki shorts and a burgundy-and-white rugby shirt that was spotted with paint.

He tried not to stare at her legs, but, damn, it took work. They were incredible. Long, shapely… amazing.

"What are you doing in Bowen, Mr. Buchanan?" Michelle asked, hoping to heaven her voice was calm. Finding him in her

father's bar had shaken her, and when he turned and smiled at her, she thought her knees were going to buckle. Her heart

started fluttering, and she was pretty sure she was blushing. And why not? As the nurses in the OR had said, Theo Buchanan

was drop-dead gorgeous.

"Is that any way to treat a guest, asking questions like that?" her father said.

She couldn't get past the shock of finding Theo there. "Did you call him and ask him for his help?" she asked her father with

an accusing scowl.

"No, young lady, I did not. Now, stop giving me that glare and remember your manners. When Theo was resting up in the

hospital, I invited him to come fishing with me."

"Daddy, you invite everyone you meet to come fish with you," she said.

She turned back to Theo. "You really came to fish?"

"Actually, I-"

Jake interrupted. "I just told you he did, and you know what I just decided? I'm gonna let Theo partner with me in the

tournament next weekend."

"How are you feeling?" she asked Theo, retreating to the comfortable, safe role of physician. "Any complications?"

"I'm as good as new thanks to you. That's one of the reasons I drove out here… besides fishing. I wanted to pay you for

the dress I ruined, but mostly I wanted to say thank you. You saved my life."

"Isn't that nice to hear, Mike?" Jake was beaming like a neon road sign. "It's why you went into medicine, isn't it?

To save lives?"

"Yes, Daddy," she said.

"Are you hungry, Theo?" Jake asked. "It's past noon, and I'll bet you haven't had lunch yet. I've got some gumbo simmering

in the pot. Come and sit at the bar and pass the time while I finish up. Mike, why don't you get Theo a nice cold beer."

"Water will be fine," he said.

He followed Michelle to the bar, noticing that her lopsided ponytail bounced with each step she took. Just how young was she? God, maybe he was going through a midlife crisis. Yes, that was it. Michelle made him feel young again. Except that he was

only thirty-two. Wasn't that a little early for a midlife anything?

Jake placed a big bowl of thick gumbo in front of Theo and handed him a napkin and a spoon. "Be mindful," he warned. "It's hot."

Theo thought he meant that the gumbo needed to cool for a minute. He stirred it and took a big bite. He swallowed. Two

seconds later his eyes were tearing, his nose was running, and he was coughing and trying to catch his breath at the same time. He felt as if he'd just swallowed molten lava. He grabbed the glass of water and gulped it down.

"I think you made it too hot this time," Michelle said. "How much of your special hot sauce did you add?"

Jake handed Theo another glass of water and watched him try to drink it while he was still coughing. "I just added one bottle,"

he said. "It seemed a little bland to me when I sampled it. I was fixing to add some more."

Michelle shook her head. "He comes here to say thank you, and you try to kill him."

Theo still couldn't talk. Jake had reached across the counter and was vigorously pounding him between his shoulder blades.

Theo would have told him to stop, but he was pretty sure his vocal cords had just been cremated.

Michelle handed him a crust of French bread. "Eat this," she ordered. "It will help."

"I'll bet you're ready for that cold beer now, aren't you?" Jake asked as soon as Theo swallowed the bread.

Theo nodded, and after he had taken a long drink of the Michelob that Jake had handed him, he turned to Michelle and said,

"I saw Dr. Cooper this morning."

"I thought you were doing all right," she said. She'd gone behind the counter and was stacking glasses.

"I am," he answered. "But I didn't keep the first appointment. I flew home to Boston a few days after the surgery, but they rescheduled my speech, so I came back. Better late than never," he added.

"You must have felt half dead by the time you got home," she said. "Playing the tough man can kill you."

He nodded. "It about did," he admitted. "Anyway, Cooper told me about the vandalism at your clinic."

"Do you see, Mike? I didn't call him," Jake asserted emphatically. "I suggested calling you," he admitted to Theo, "because

you're the only FBI man I've ever met."

"I work as an attorney in the Justice Department," he corrected.

"Still, the FBI is part of the Justice Department, isn't it?"

"Yes," he said, "but-"

Jake wouldn't let him explain. "Which is why I wanted to call you. I thought maybe you could look into the matter, but Mike wouldn't hear of it. You know what else those boys did to her clinic? They sprayed those pretty white walls with black paint.

Words I'm not going to repeat. They tore up her files too, and contaminated her supplies. Michelle's got to start all over again. Don't you, honey?"

"It will all work out. The timing's good anyway. I've got the next two weeks off to get the clinic cleaned up. That's plenty of time."

"But that was supposed to be your vacation time. You were going to rest up and do some fishing." He turned back to Theo.

"My daughter has always been an optimist. She gets that from me. Now, Theo, what do you think we ought to do about this situation?"

"You did call the police, didn't you?" he asked Michelle.

She looked exasperated. "Yes, I did. Ben Nelson, the chief of police in St. Claire, took the report. He's investigating, and like

my father, he thinks it was kids looking for drugs. Hopefully, word will get out that I don't keep any there, and this will be an isolated incident."

"I'm not sure I can do anything constructive…"

Jake disagreed. "You work for the government, and you carry a gun. I figure those folks in Justice wouldn't give you a weapon unless they had trained you to use it."

"Daddy, you sound like you want him to shoot someone."

"I'm just saying he's an expert. Ben Nelson is a fine chief of police. We're lucky to have him," he said. "But two heads are

better than one. Isn't that right, Theo?"

"I doubt that the chief would want me to interfere in his investigation."

"You wouldn't be interfering, and I think he'd be happy for your assistance."

"For heaven's sake, Daddy. It was just vandalism. Ben will catch the kids. Give him time."

"Mike, honey," Jake said, "why don't you go get me a glass of cold milk from the refrigerator." The minute she was out of

earshot, he turned back to Theo, leaned closer, and lowered his voice. "Pride's going to be my daughter's downfall," he said. "She's stubborn and so independent she thinks she can take on the world by herself, but she's got enough on her plate being

a doctor. Maybe it was vandalism. Maybe it wasn't. But since you're going to be passing time with us for a few days, I think you ought to look into this situation. Besides, she saved your life-you said so yourself-and you owe it to my daughter to watch out for her while you're here." He glanced over his shoulder before whispering, "I'm thinking it might be a good idea if you stayed at her house." He saw Michelle walk out of the kitchen and quickly added, "Don't let her know I said anything to you." As Michelle was handing her father the glass, Jake said emphatically so that both could hear, "Yes, sir, I think Ben

could use another opinion. I've had my say and that's the last you'll hear about the subject."

Michelle grinned. "For how long?"

"Don't you sass your daddy. I just thought Theo might like to help out."

"I'd be happy to take a look at the clinic," Theo offered.

"Good. Mike can take you there now, and then tonight you can stay at my place… or with Mike," Jake said with a

conspiratorial glance at Theo. "We've both got extra bedrooms. I won't hear of you staying at some motel. You're my partner

in the tournament, so you're also my guest, and you can eat all your meals free here at The Swan."

"No, that's all right."

He said it so quickly Michelle laughed. "I don't think Theo likes your gumbo."

She gave him that smile again. That incredible smile. What the hell was he getting into? This fishing trip was getting complicated. "I forgot," he said.

"Cooper sent another box of supplies for you. It's in the trunk of the car."

"That was nice of him."

"He's wooing her is what he's doing."

"He's a married man, Daddy."

"He's wooing you to join his practice and move to the big city. That's what I meant."

A knock sounded at the door interrupting the conversation. They all turned as the door opened wider and a teenage boy stuck

his head inside. The kid was huge. He had a buzz haircut and looked as if he weighed over two hundred fifty pounds.

"Mr. Renard?" His voice cracked when he called out Jake's name. "Since you're not officially open for business, would it be

all right if I came inside?"

Jake recognized the boy. His name was Elliott and he was the oldest of Daryl Waterson's brood. Daryl and Cherry had eight strapping boys, all healthy and fit, but the family was in a bad way financially, ever since an unfortunate shredder accident at

the mill. The older boys were working part-time jobs to help feed the family until Daryl could get back on his feet.

"Elliott, you know my rules. No one underage steps foot inside The Swan anytime, day or night. You don't want me to lose

my liquor license, do you?"

"No, sir, I sure don't."

"You looking for work?"

"No, sir. I got a good job over in St. Claire with the packing company unloading boxes on weekends. We were all just wondering how long-"

"Who exactly is we?" Jake demanded.

"Some of the guys."

"Are they all underage too?"

"Yes, sir, I guess they are, and the girls too, but they-"

"Shut the door after you, son. You're letting the flies in. You be sure to give my best to your folks, and tell Daryl I'll be over Sunday to pass the time with him."

Elliott looked confused. "Yes, sir, I will, but-"

"Get going now."

"Daddy, don't you think you ought to find out what they want to see you about?" Michelle asked.

Theo started for the door. "Maybe one of them knows something about the vandalism at your clinic," he said. "We ought to talk

to them."

"Maybe I was too hasty," Jake admitted. "Is somebody sick or hurt, Elliott? Mike, maybe you ought to have a look."

Elliott was frantically shaking his head. "It's nothing like that," he said. "I mean no one's hurt." He turned around, leaned out the door, and shouted, "Hey, you guys, he wears a gun. Is that cool or what?"

The teenager whirled around again just as Michelle walked forward. He glanced at her legs and quickly looked away.

"No, ma'am, I mean, no, Dr. Mike, no one needs to see you. I mean we all like looking at you… no, that's not what I mean.

I'm just saying no one's sick or nothing. Honest."

Elliott had turned three shades of red. Staying coherent in the presence of a beautiful woman was obviously beyond him. Theo

had great empathy for the kid.

"Do you know something about the vandalism?" she asked.

"No, ma'am, I don't, and I did ask around just like your dad told my dad to tell me to do. No one knows anything, and it's kind of odd 'cause usually if kids do something like that, they like to brag. You know what I mean? Only no one's bragging. Nobody I talked to knows anything. Honest."

"Then why are you here, Elliott?"

He couldn't quite bring himself to stop staring at Michelle, but he was able to point at Theo. "Uh… we were all just hoping…

uh, that is, if he doesn't mind… uh, maybe Coach Buchanan could come outside now and meet some of the team."

Michelle was sure she hadn't heard correctly. "What did you just say?"

"Maybe Coach Buchanan could come out and meet some of the team."

She blinked. "Coach Buchanan?"

Theo was at a loss for words. Where in God's name would Elliott get the idea… Then it clicked and he started laughing.

"There was this kid-"

Elliott interrupted his explanation when he shouted outside, "Coach is coming out. Everybody get ready."

Jake was nudging Theo between his shoulder blades. "Might as well step outside, son, and find out what all the ruckus is about."

"This is all a misunderstanding," he said as Michelle walked to the door. Theo followed her and was about to explain, but the second he stepped out into the sunlight, a resounding cheer went up. He looked around in amazement. The parking lot was filled with cars and pickups and kids, at least forty of them, and every single one was shouting and whistling.

Four young, perky, blond-haired girls moved forward in unison. They were all wearing the same outfit, white shorts and red T-shirt. One of them had a pair of red-and-white pompoms, and she led the others in a cheer.

"Give me a B,vshe shouted, and was apdy rewarded with a screeching, "BP "Give me a U, give me a K, give me an A, give me

an N, give me an A, give me an N. What's that spell?"

"Beats me," Theo said dryly.

"Bukanan!" the crowd roared.

Michelle burst into laughter. Theo put his hands up, trying to quiet the mob. "I'm not your coach," he shouted.

"Listen to me. It's all a misunderstanding. This kid-"

It was hopeless. No one paid any attention to his protest. The exuberant teenagers came running toward him, all shouting at the same time.

How in thunder had this gotten so out of hand? He felt Jake put his hand on his shoulder, and he glanced back at him. ~

The old man was smiling broadly. "Welcome to Bowen, son."