fight their own battles. But he said more swears. Dad said some, too.â
âI canât tell you exactly what I said, or he said.â Gib pinched the bridge of his nose. âI donât have a tape recorder in my head like Reena. But it was heated, and it was close to getting physical. Might have, but the kids were standing out in front of the shop. I didnât want to start a fistfight in front of them, especially since I went over there about violence in the first place.â
âHe said somebody ought to teach you a lesson, you and your whole family. With swears,â Reena added. âAnd he made swear signs when Dad and Pete walked away. I saw Joey when we were all out because of the fire. He smiled at me. A nasty smile.â
âDo the Pastorellis have any other children?â
âNo. Just Joey.â Gib sat down on the arm of his wifeâs chair. âYou want to feel sorry for the kid because it looks like Pastorelliâs pretty hard on him, but heâs such a bully.â He looked at Reena again. âMaybe worse.â
âLike father, like son,â Bianca murmured. âHe beats his wife, I think. Iâve seen her with bruises. She keeps to herself, so I donât know her well.Theyâve lived here nearly two years, I think, and Iâve rarely had a conversation with her. The police came once, right after he was laid off. Their next-door neighbors heard shouting and crying and called the police. But Laura, Mrs. Pastorelli, told them nothing was wrong, and that sheâd walked into a door.â
âHe sounds like a charmer. The police will want to talk to him. Iâm sorry this happened.â
âWhen can we get in, start cleaning up?â
âGoing to be a little while yet. Arson teamâs got to do their job. Structurally, the place held up pretty well, and your fire doors stopped it from spreading to the upper floors. Your insurance companyâs going to need to look at it. These things take time, but weâll do what we can to expedite. Iâll tell you, it wouldâve been worse without Eagle Eye here.â He gave Reena a wink as he rose. âSorry about all this. Iâll make sure youâre kept informed.â
âWill you come back?â Reena asked him. âSo you can show me whatâs in your toolbox and what you do with it?â
âIâll make a point of it. Youâve been a really big help.â He held out a hand, and for the first time her eyes went shy. But she put hers in it for a shake.
âThanks for the lemonade, Mrs. Hale. Gib? You mind walking me back to my car?â
They walked out together.
âI donât know why I didnât think of Pastorelli. I still have a hard time believing heâd have gone this far. In my world, youâre that pissed off at a guy, you take a swing at him.â
âDirect approach. If he was involved in this, it could be he wanted to hit you where you live. Your foundation, your tradition, your livelihood. Heâs out of work, youâre not. Hey, whoâs out of work now?â
âWell, God.â
âYou and your employee confront him. Your kids are standing out in front of the restaurant watching you confront him. Neighbors, too, I imagine.â
Gib closed his eyes. âYeah. Yeah, people came out.â
âAttack and destroy your place of business, it sure teaches you a lesson. You want to point out his house?â
âThere, on the right.â Gib nodded. âThe one with the drapes drawn. Hot day to close the curtains. Son of a bitch.â
âYouâre going to want to steer clear of him. Push down that urge youâre feeling to confront him over this. He got a car?â
âTruck. That old Ford there. The blue one.â
âAbout what time did the two of you go a round?â
âAh, sometime after two, I guess. Lunch crowd was about done.â
As they walked, several people stopped, or