Chapter
65
ROBIE CLOSED THE heavy book. He was in the courthouse’s real estate section. Not all records were digitized yet, he’d been told by the clerk, so he had done his research the old-fashioned way: by flipping through pages of dusty deed books she had gathered for him.
The documents had the signatures of the parties on them, and Robie had studied the signatures of Henry and Ellen Barksdale. He couldn’t swear they were their authentic signatures, but these documents had been recorded and thus notarized, and ID would have had to be produced, he’d assumed. Though everyone hereabouts would have known the Barksdales by sight.
Then there was the transaction where his father and Victoria had purchased the home from the family that had bought it from the Barksdales. He looked at his dad’s precise signature, as ramrod straight as he was. And next to his was Victoria’s signature, loose and flowing.
He stopped by the clerk’s office on his way out.
The clerk was a heavyset woman in her sixties with thinning hair dyed a muted burgundy. Robie didn’t know if this was intentional or an experiment gone wrong, but the woman was cheerful and helpful.
She told him that the Willows had been sold by the Barksdales a little over twenty years ago. The buyer had been a businessman and his wife from Baton Rouge. They had lived in the property for years, and they had sold it to the Robies because they were getting on in years and were downsizing. She believed they had moved over to Alabama.
“I remember the sale because it was the largest in the county up to that time.”
“I knew Laura Barksdale,” said Robie.
“I know you did. My son went to Cantrell with you. He wasn’t on the football team, but the year you boys won the championship I think the whole school thought they were part of the team.”
“It was special,” said Robie.
“And weren’t you and Laura Homecomin’ King and Queen that year?”
“Yes, we were.” Robie hadn’t thought about this in a long time, but the image of a young man in a dirty and sweat-stained football uniform and Laura in her tight dress and tiara instantly came into his mind. The ceremony had been conducted during halftime of a game.
Laura had made him promise not to get her dirty while they walked across the field. Although she did let him kiss her when they snuck under the bleachers right before the half was over.
He felt himself smiling. When he came out of this memory he saw the clerk staring at him, a grin on her face.
“Nice memory?” she asked.
“Pretty nice,” said Robie. “So the Barksdales sold out and what? Did they move away?”
“They must have. If they had bought here I would’ve known about it. I’ve been here over thirty years.”
“But you don’t know where they went?”
She shook her head. “It always seemed peculiar to me that they sold that place. I always thought it would be kept in the family. You know, handed down to the kids and all. I mean it had been in the Barksdale family for the better part of two centuries.”
“And you’ve never seen any of them since?”
“Well, I’ve seen Emmitt Barksdale.”
Robie gaped. “Really? When?”
“Just a few days ago.”
Robie started. “A few days ago? Here?”
“Yes. I was goin’ up the steps of the courthouse and he was comin’ down ’em.”
“You’re sure it was him?”
“Well, I don’t know if you remember Emmitt. But he was tall and good-lookin’ and had the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. I know it’d been twenty years, and his hair was a lot thinner, but I could swear it was him.”
“But you didn’t talk to him?”
“I started to say hello, but then I was interrupted by somebody I worked with here. She had a question about somethin’. When I was done with her, Emmitt was gone.”
“But he was coming out of the courthouse?”
“That’s right.”
“Any idea what he did in there?”
“Well, I could ask. I’m not the only clerk here.”
“Would you?”
“After all this time? Why not buy it when the other owners wanted to sell?”
“Maybe he didn’t know about it back then. Or maybe he didn’t have the money.”
“The guy I saw sneaking around outside the Willows my first night there? I thought it might’ve been Pete. But now I think it could’ve been Emmitt. The person I saw was taller than Pete. And probably older, now that I think about it. And Emmitt is a couple years older than me.”
“Why would he be sneaking around the place?”
“I don’t know.”