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Dozer startled like he’d gotten shocked. “What?”
“You were at the Corners Sunday morning,” Nick said, “about seven, seven fifteen.”
“How do you know that?”
“I’m a detective,” Nick said.
“Why were you watching me?” Dozer demanded. “I ain’t done nothing!” he said, pushing to his feet. “This is some kind of Big Brother bullshit!”
“If you haven’t done anything, then why you don’t want to answer my questions, Mr. Cormier?” Nick asked, letting his impatience begin to show. “This is getting tedious for me. Now, I can ask you to accompany me back to the law enforcement center, and we can have a much longer conversation about this, or you can find the spirit of cooperation right now. Do you want to have to explain to Donnie Bichon why you lost half a day’s work being a goddamncouillonfor no reason?”
Cormier shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his gigantic hands jammed at his waist as he looked left and right, as if scoping out an escape route.
“Marc was supposed to meet his brother at the Corners Sunday morning to go out to their hunting property,” Nick said, trying to pull him back on topic.
“Then he probably did,” Dozer said. “That’s got nothing to do with me.”
“He didn’t,” Nick said. “Neither of them showed up.”
“Then maybe you ought to be talking to Luc, not me.”
“You know they had a fight on Saturday. Marc gave him a black eye. Do you know what that was about?”
Dozer shook his head.
“Marc had a fight with his brother bad enough to come to blows, but he didn’t say anything about that?”
“Nope. Ain’t the first time that’s happened.”
“But he still planned to go hunting with him the next day.”
“Yeah. So? They’re brothers. That’s what they do. That’s how they are.”
“What were you doing at the Corners?” Nick asked again.
“It’s a free country,” Dozer said. “I can go hunting, too. Me and half of south Louisiana. You asking all of them?”
“What were you hunting?”
“Deer.”
“Did you get one?”
“No.”
“What did you stop at the Corners for?”
“They got them good breakfast biscuits,” Dozer confessed. “I got me a sack of them and went out in the woods. You can ask Sharelle Dupuis. She give me a hard time for buying so many.”
“Those are good biscuits,” Nick conceded, easing off on the pressure again. Dozer let go a sigh. “Have you heard from Marc since then?”
“No.”
“Have you tried to call him?”
“No.”
“Your best friend’s missing and you haven’t tried to call him?”
