The Edge

“Let’s assume that’s the case, yes.”

Palmer sat back and worried at his mouth with his long index finger. He never looked down, but kept his gaze rigidly straight ahead.

“I... went for a walk that night. I do that a lot now.”

“I understand you recently lost your wife. I’m very sorry.”

The thick white-tufted eyebrows rose and fell, like a heartbeat. “Bertie is... was built to go the long voyage, you understand. Strong as a bear, good health, sharp mind. I would’ve gone long before her, that’s for sure, if nature had any say about it. Both her parents lived well into their nineties.”

“What happened, if you don’t mind my asking?”

Palmer pressed his hands against his bony knees, as though bracing himself for whatever he was about to reveal.

“What happened was somebody hit her with their car while she was out walking, knocked her into a washed-out gully behind some scrub bushes, and kept right on going. Left her to die, right there. No one could see her. But they say she... she dragged herself along that gully trying to get... help. Help that never came. And... she died. They killed my wife.”

Palmer eased his eyes closed for a moment, and his fingers gripped his thighs as though he were riding out some turbulence high in the sky.

That must be the other homicide that Harper mentioned he was handling, thought Devine. “So they never caught the person?” he asked, though he knew the answer.

Palmer opened his eyes. His hands retreated and he placed them back on the arms of his chair. “No, they never did. Some stranger passing through, most like. Putnam folk would’ve stopped and helped her. She’d still be alive. Wouldn’t have suffered like she did.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Yep, that’s what people say, I guess. All they can say,” he added.

“I spoke with your granddaughter earlier, at her café.”

He nodded and said, “Annie makes real good coffee. Gives it to me free. Has a nice business going, and that ain’t easy to do here. Or anywhere, I guess.”

“So the night you went out walking?”

“Hell, gets so I can’t seem to breathe in this house no more. I grew up here. I see things and it takes me back, to other... memories. Better ones.”

“I can see that, sure.”

“Just head to the road and sometimes turn left and sometimes right. That night I turned left. Carry a flashlight with me. I got one of them reflective jackets. Annie bought it for me.”

“So you were walking?”

“I headed towards Jocelyn Point. I figured I’d get to it and then turn around and head home, try and get some sleep though it don’t come easy now. With Bertie next to me, I’d be lights out in ten seconds.”

“I’m sure. Did you even know Jenny was in town?”

“I’d seen her coming in that very day. I was driving through town. Do that sometimes, just to” — he looked around the space — “get outta here. She pulled into the inn. Supposed she was staying there.”

“And not at the family home?” Devine asked.

“Don’t think it’s the family home no more. Think it’s Dak and Alex’s place now.”

“And Jenny wouldn’t be welcome there?” Devine paused again.

Palmer’s head turned mechanically from side to side as the pellets popped and glowed behind the glass of the woodstove. “Don’t know about that. Have to ask them, don’t ya?”

“Okay, go on.”

“Every once in a while I’d head to the coast, stand there, look out. Nice bluffs along there. Can see nearly to Nova Scotia, least it seems like. Lived most of my life on the water, you see. Like looking at it. Calms me so.”

“You were a lobsterman?”

He perked up at that. “Over fifty years out there. Rough seas and fair. Never got rich but made a decent living. Ain’t so easy now. Lobsters moving farther out and heading north. Feel sorry for the folks coming up. It’s a lot harder now. Ain’t many other ways to make a decent dollar round here.”

“So you went to the coastline and looked out?”

“Yes, sir. Did it once more. And then...” His lips trembled and his long fingers flew up to settle them down.

“You walked to the coastline at that point?”

He removed his fingers and nodded. “Cold that night. And rainy. Had my long waterproof on and my hat. Water don’t bother me much, ocean or from the sky. That trail through the woods, I’ve been there many a time. Nice views from there. You can see the entrance to Putnam Harbor to the south, though I couldn’t really at night. But I know right where it is. Went in and outta that place more times than I can remember. Takes me back, you see. Looked out at the clouds over the Atlantic. Beautiful thing to watch, to listen to the rain falling. No lightning, mind you, or I would’ve skedaddled. Don’t much care for lightning.”

“And then what happened?”

“I... looked down,” he said simply, if hesitantly. “I looked down,” he said again, as though he was afraid Devine had not heard him. “And I saw Jenny.”

“Wait, you knew it was her from where you were standing?”