Mercy Street

One From the top of the jetty to the rocks below was roughly twelve feet, give or take. Not enough to break much more than a few limbs, the man standing at the far edge thought wryly. Hardly worth the jump. Not for the first time, he wished he'd had the jetty built higher. "Hey! Buddy! You there on the jetty!" a voice called from the beach. "That's private property." The would-be jumper turned to see a man in an Irish knit sweater and jeans picking his way carefully across the rocks, headed straight for him. As he drew closer, the newcomer said, "Most people aren't aware that the jetty is privately owned. I don't know that the owner wants the liability of having people walking around out here." "You are." "I try to keep an eye on the place since the owner doesn't seem to. We're just across the street. Never met the guy who owns it. None of us has. Wouldn't know him if I tripped over him. Realtor says he's a real nice guy, though." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the house. "Imagine building a place like that and never moving in?" He turned to look back at the house. "Then again, I guess it's understandable. Guy who owns it lost his wife, his only child, too. Disappeared just like that." He snapped his fingers. "Went off to a party or something and never came back." It was a baby shower. Her cousin's baby shower. "Yeah, I guess it's something else inside," he continued. "But when you consider who built it . . ." He stopped to watch his brown Lab chasing seagulls along the waterline, then resumed his chatter. "You probably read about it. Robert Magellan, the gazillionaire? That's his place. Built it for his wife, just before she went missing. Sad as hell, you know? I couldn't imagine that, the wife and kid just, poof. Gone." Robert stared blankly as the man continued to babble. He shook his head. "There was some talk early on that maybe he had a hand in it, but no one around here ever bought in to it. You don't do something like that"he pointed to the house"as a surprise for someone you're planning to get rid of. The money it must have cost aside, I heard he picked out everything himself, didn't even use a decorator. That says something to me about the man, like it must have been real important to him that everything be just right for her, you know?" "Yes, I know." "You must have heard about the guy. Hell, you'd have to have been on another planet not to have. The news coverage last year was nonstop for weeks after it happened. We couldn't even park in front of our own house with all the news vans and gawkers. Some days we couldn't even get into our own driveway." "That must have been a difficult time for all of you." "It was. It sure was. You have no idea what it was like. Of course, now all the neighbors are wondering what he's going to do with it. We keep watching for a sale sign to go up. Every once in a while, I run into the RealtorJanice Wilson, if you're looking to buy a place down here." He paused. "You looking to buy a place in Carlson's Beach?" "I haven't decided what I'm going to do." "Check in with Janice, Beach Realty, right down there on Bay Avenue. Tell her Ben Miller sent you." "Maybe I&amStewart, Mariah is the author of 'Mercy Street', published 2008 under ISBN 9780345492265 and ISBN 0345492269.