Dickie looked around. The Harley guys were clustered near the back of the firehouse watching them. Frank and the two that Puller had laid out were looking particularly homicidal but made no move to advance on them.
“Can we go somewhere private and talk about this?” Dickie asked.
“First smart thing you’ve said since I’ve known you,” answered Puller.
CHAPTER
63
DICKIE SAT IN THE BACKSEAT of Cole’s cruiser with Puller next to him. The younger man gazed out the window, looking like he was being driven to his execution. Puller studied him, tried to absorb what he was thinking. He could have asked questions, but he didn’t. He wanted Dickie to just think about things right now. A guilty person would be building a web of lies to cover his crimes during this time. An innocent person would be anxious, afraid that his words could be twisted. He would be trying to think of the best possible way to convey his innocence. A person who was innocent in some respects and guilty in others would have a more complicated thought process. Puller pegged Dickie Strauss as squarely in that camp.
Cole called out from the front seat, “If we take you to the police station, everyone in town will know in about five seconds.”
“Could we go somewhere else, then?”
“How about my motel room?” asked Puller. “You know where that is, right? You’ve been keeping tabs on me, right?”
“Whatever,” said Dickie sullenly.
They reached the motel. Out of Dickie’s sight Puller confirmed that none of his intruder traps had been sprung, though from the look on Cole’s face he could tell that she knew what he was doing.
Dickie sat on the bed. Cole sat in a chair opposite. She’d taken off the cuffs. Puller stood, his back against the wall.
“Heard you helped Miss Louisa,” Dickie began. “That was nice of you.”
“Yeah, well she died anyway. So much for Good Samaritans. But we need to focus on you, Dickie.”
“How much of this has to come out?” he asked.
“Depends on what it is,” replied Cole. “If you killed Larry all of it will come out.”
“Like I said, I didn’t kill nobody.” Dickie’s hands were balled to fists. He looked like a little kid, albeit with a tat sleeve. Puller half expected him to drop to the floor and throw a tantrum.
“Well, you understand that we can’t just accept your word on that,” said Cole. “You have to prove it to us.”
Dickie looked up at Puller. “You ever look into my discharge?”
Puller shook his head.
“Like I said, me and the Army, we didn’t get on. But it didn’t have anything to do with my ability to do my job. I was a good soldier. There’s not one black mark against me. I would’ve stayed in for the full ride if I could have. I liked it. Liked my buddies. Wanted to serve my country. But it wasn’t my choice. They didn’t want my kind.”
Puller considered this. As he gazed at the young man’s face the answer came to him.
“Don’t ask, don’t tell,” said Puller.
Dickie’s gaze fell to the floor. He nodded.
“The military policy on gays?” said Cole, looking at Puller.
Puller said, “Under DADT you were fine so long as you keep it secret. You don’t tell, they won’t ask. But if it comes out, you’re gone.” He looked at Dickie. “What happened?”
“Somebody ratted me out. And there were some pictures of me and some of my buddies. Hell, today, it wouldn’t get five views on YouTube. But back then the Army didn’t care.”
“Your butt was gone?”
“In a second. Said if I didn’t accept the general discharge things would get real ugly.”
“I can believe that.”
“Does your father know that you’re gay?” asked Cole.
Dickie smiled bitterly. “Why do you think I joined the Army out of high school? My old man thought it would ‘cure’ me.”
“Okay, so you’re gay,” said Puller. “That’s your business and certainly no crime.”
“It is to some folks. Especially around here.”
“Well, we’re not some folks,” said Cole.
Puller said, “Let’s get back to Officer Wellman. Why were you in the house?”
“Me and Larry were friends.”
Cole sat back in her chair, her eyes widening. “You didn’t go there to… ? Larry is married with a family. And it was a damn crime scene.”
Dickie said quickly, “It wasn’t like that. We fooled around some when we were teenagers. But Larry was straight. We weren’t going in there to have sex.”
“I got to the back of the house. The door there was slightly open. I opened it some more. Called out to see if Larry was in there for some reason. Got no answer. I was scared.”
“But you went in anyway. Why?” asked Puller.
“I thought Larry might be hurt. He told me to come by and then he wasn’t there. I was worried about him.”
“Bullshit. You wanted to see the bodies.”
Dickie looked up at him, scowling, but then his features relaxed. “You’re right, I did. I figured maybe Larry got called off on something