She pressed the buzzer for apartment B, marked “Hunter/White.” Though Amanda’s mother had referred to Meghan as “Mrs. Jeffrey Hunter,” Laurie knew Meghan had retained her maiden name. She had already rehearsed her introduction. She looked at Alex nervously as seconds passed in silence. He pressed the buzzer a second time.
“The intercom’s broken, Ms. Moran.” The voice came from the second floor above them. She recognized Jeff Hunter, his head out the window, from the LinkedIn profile picture Jerry had shown her. “Are you Alex Buckley?”
Laurie could see that Jeff was astonished.
“I just used your closing argument in the J. D. Martin case in a seminar for our new lawyers. Masterful stuff. Just masterful.”
Alex gave him a friendly wave. “That’s very flattering. Thank you.”
“Come on up.” He tossed out a key ring, which Alex caught in one hand. “Nice catch.”
As Alex unlocked the front door, Laurie said, “Did you see the way he looked at you? It’s like he’s a little kid and Derek Jeter just gave him an autograph.”
“That’s me: the Derek Jeter of law geeks.”
“See? I knew you’d come in handy.”
Jeff was waiting for them on the second floor, apartment door open. He was just about six feet tall with dark brown hair and intense hazel eyes.
“Come in please. I’m Jeff Hunter, by the way, but I guess you know that.” He shook Alex’s hand and then greeted Laurie.
To Laurie’s relief, Jeff seemed friendly enough as he invited them to sit in the living room. The apartment was small, but comfortable, with a mix of mission-style and contemporary furniture. From a quick scan of the framed photographs arrayed on the console table, she got a sense of Meghan’s appearance. Tall and thin, with long, curly black hair and sharp, angular facial features, she was the opposite of Amanda.
“Meghan isn’t home from work yet,” Jeff explained, “and it’s very possible she won’t be home for at least another hour.”
Laurie had been hoping to meet both of them, but on the other hand, she knew this might be her only shot to speak to Jeff alone.
“On the phone you mentioned that you’re familiar with the show,” she began. “Then you know our show isn’t about singling out any one person as a suspect. It’s about the ways that an unsolved crime can plague the lives of everyone around it. The uncertainty. The lack of closure.”
“The whispers I hear when someone recognizes my name,” Hunter said bitterly.
She nodded. “So you know what I’m talking about.”
“How could I not? I was in an absolute daze after Amanda disappeared. One day, I managed to walk out for a press conference wearing two different shoes. I didn’t even notice that our wedding rings were missing when I was packing up to leave. My God, I felt like I was leaving Amanda behind-”
Alex interrupted. “The wedding rings were missing? Did Amanda have them? I’ve never heard anyone mention any kind of theft in connection with her disappearance.”
“I have no idea what happened to them. I put them in my room safe when I got down there on Wednesday, but I admit I was very careless about locking it. A hotel employee must have taken them, but who knows? God, this is taking me back. Five years ago the hardest thing I ever did was to get on that plane. My friends Nick and Austin came with me to my room to help me pack, if you could even call it packing. I was a basket case. We threw my clothes, shoes, everything into the suitcase. It’s possible I even tossed the rings out inadvertently. I was completely out of it. I didn’t even realize I might be under suspicion, as you call it, until Nick and Austin pulled me aside and told me the cops were eyeing me as the chief suspect.”
Jeff was shaking his head, remembering the moment. “They convinced me I had to look out for myself. The whole story became about money: specifically, how Amanda’s family had it, and mine didn’t. Reporters were calling Amanda the Ladyform Heiress. In comparison, I seemed like a gold digger from the wrong side of the tracks.”
“Is that when you hired a defense attorney?” Laurie asked.
“Yes. My friends were looking out for me, but I’ve never had anything to hide. You know, when I first saw your show, I even thought about calling you. It seemed like a way to get people talking about Amanda’s case again. But I didn’t think Amanda’s father would go for it.”
“Why not?”
“Not his thing. Walter’s super-quiet and private. Old school. Something like this would strike him as… flashy.”
“It was actually Sandra’s idea,” Laurie explained, “but he’s going along with it.”
“Also not like him. He’s the boss of that family in every way.”
Laurie sensed resentment beneath the statement, but would explore it further when the time came. If the time came.
“They’re no longer together, actually.”
Jeff looked down at his feet. “I didn’t know. That’s very sad. We didn’t… Well, let’s say we fell out of touch. It’s so strange not to know them anymore. When Amanda was sick, I was basically part of their family. By the time we were supposed to get married, I called Sandra and Walter Mom and Pops. Henry said I was like the brother he never had; we were that close. Even Charlotte-Amanda’s sister-had warmed to me, and once you meet her, you’ll know that’s some feat. But then once I told them I was dating Meghan… I assume you know about that?”
Laurie nodded.
“I didn’t want to hide it from them. I told Sandra I was certain that my feelings for Meghan were real. It obviously changed the way they saw me. I was no longer their ‘Saint Jeffrey.’ That’s what they used to call me. It was kind of a joke that started when Amanda was sick.”
“Amanda was ill?”
“Not by the time of the wedding, but she’d had Hodgkin’s lymphoma. Diagnosed at twenty-six. We’d been dating for about a year, but on and off, the way things go when you’re young.”
“Only a year?” Alex asked.
“As a couple, yeah. The news kept saying we were college sweethearts, but we were just acquaintances at Colby. It was actually Meghan who reintroduced us after we all moved to New York. Meghan and I were young lawyers, and Amanda had moved here to open a New York City office for her father’s company. We liked each other a lot immediately, but at first the relationship wasn’t a priority. We were both working all the time. Anyway, when Amanda got the diagnosis, I realized I didn’t want to spend one more second away from this amazing woman. I proposed before we even knew whether she’d make it. The chemo made her so sick, it was hard to watch, but she beat it. That’s where I got the ‘Saint Jeffrey’ nickname. Every time she went to the doctor, every time she was sick, I was right there at her side.”
Alex gave Laurie a concerned look. She knew he was thinking that this was a very different version of Jeff than the one she’d heard from Sandra. “Do you think that’s why people were so willing to believe that she just got cold feet? Maybe she felt too guilty to call things off after you stayed by her side through her treatment.”
“Amanda wasn’t like that, at least not anymore. By the time she finished the cancer treatment, she’d lost twenty pounds, but was tougher than anyone I knew. And if anything, once the police got done questioning me, they had turned the whole thing around. Supposedly it was Saint Jeffrey who didn’t want to go through with the marriage. Apparently I’d rather kill a woman than face the shame of breaking up with her. Plus, I assume you know about the will.”
“Sandra mentioned it. It took Amanda’s family by surprise.”
“If I cared about money, would I be a public defender? If it had been up to me,” Jeff said wistfully, “we would have had a tiny wedding in New York City. Amanda and her family were the ones who believed in big, lavish ceremonies. I never wanted their money, and I still don’t. Even though I’ll never believe that Amanda just walked away from a wonderful life, I still try to hold out some small hope that, somehow, she’s still alive.”