"I'm not sure yet. There are tests to be done."
"What else could it be?" She began dabbing tears with a tissue. "The policeman who came to see me said it happened underwater. Ted was diving in the river with that contraption of his."
"There could be a number of possible causes," I answered. "A malfunction of the breathing apparatus he was using, for example. He could have been overcome by fumes. I don't know right this minute."
"I told him not to use that thing. I can't tell you how many times I begged him not to go off and dive with that thing."
"Then he had used it before."
"He loved to look for Civil War relics. He'd go diving almost anywhere with one of those metal detectors. I believe he found a few cannonballs in the James last year.
I'm surprised you didn't know. He's written several stories about his adventures."
"Generally, divers have a partner with them, a buddy," I said. "Do you know who he usually went with?"
"Well, he may have taken someone with him now and then. I really don't know because he didn't discuss his friends with me very much."
"Did he ever say anything to you about going diving in the Elizabeth River to look for Civil War relics?" I asked.
"I don't know anything about him going there. He never mentioned it to me. I thought he was coming here today."
She shut her eyes, brow furrowed, and her bosom deeply rose and fell as if there were not enough air in the room.
"What about these Civil War relics he collected?" I went on. "Do you know where he kept them?"
She did not respond.
"Mrs. Eddings," I went on, "we found nothing like that in his house. Not a single button, belt buckle or minis ball.
Nor did we find a metal detector."
She was silent, hands shaking as she clutched the tissue hard.
"It is very important that we establish what your son might have been doing at the Inactive Ship Yard in Chesapeake," I spoke to her again. "He was diving in a classified area around Navy decommissioned ships and no one seems to know why. It's hard to imagine he was looking for Civil War relics there."
She stared at the fire and in a distant voice said, "Ted goes through phases. Once he collected butterflies. When he was ten. Then he gave them all away and started collecting gems. I remember he would pan for gold in the oddest places and pluck up garnets from the roadside with a pair of tweezers. He went from that to coins, and those he mostly spent because the Coke machine doesn't care if the quarter's pure silver or not. Baseball cards, stamps, girls. He never kept anything long. He told me he likes journalism because it's never the same."
I listened as she tragically went on.
. "Why, I think he would have traded in his mother for a different one if that could have been arranged.- A tear slid down her cheek. "I know he must have gotten so bored with me."
"Too bored to accept your financial help, Mrs. Eddings?" I delicately said.
She lifted her chin. "Now I believe you're getting a bit too personal."
Yes, I am, and I regret that you have to be subjected to it. But I am a doctor, and right now, your son is my patient. It is my mission to do everything I can to determine what might have happened to him."
She took a deep, tremulous breath and fingered the top button of her jacket. I waited as she fought back tears.
"I sent him money every month. You know how inheritance taxes are, and Ted was accustomed to living beyond his means. I suppose his father and I are to blame." She could barely continue. "Life was not hard enough for my sons. I don't suppose life was very hard for me until Arthur passed on."
"What did your husband do?"
"He worked in tobacco. We met during the war when most of the world's cigarettes were made around here and you could find hardly a one, or stockings either."
Her reminiscing soothed her, and I did not interrupt.
"One night I went to a party at the Officers' Service Club at the Jefferson Hotel. Arthur was a captain in a unit of the Army called the Richmond Grays, and he could dance." She smiled. "Oh, he could dance like he breathed music and had it in his veins, and I spotted him right away.
Our eyes needed to meet but once, and then we were never without each other."
She stared off, and the fire snapped and waved as if it had something important to say.
"Of course, that was part of the problem," she went on.
Arthur and I never stopped being absorbed with each other and I think the boys sometimes felt they were in the way." She was looking directly at me now. "I didn't even ask if you'd like tea or perhaps a touch of something stronger."
"Thank you. I'm fine. Was Ted close to his brother?"
"I already gave the policeman Jeff's number. What was his name? Martino or something. I actually found him rather rude. You know, a little Goldschlager is good on a night like this."
"No, thank you."
"I discovered it through Ted," she oddly went on as tears suddenly spilled down. "He found it when he was skiing out west and brought a bottle home. It tastes like liquid fire with a little cinnamon. That's what he said when he gave it to me. He was always bringing me little things."
"Did he ever bring you champagne?"
She delicately blew her nose.
"You said he was to have visited you today," I reminded her.
"He was supposed to come for lunch," she said.
"There is a very nice bottle of champagne in his refrigerator. It has a bow tied around it, and I'm wondering if this might have been something he had intended to bring when he came by for lunch today."
"Oh my." Her voice shook. "That must have been for some other celebration he planned. I don't drink champagne. It gives me a headache."
"We're looking for his computer disks," I said. "We're looking for any notes pertaining to what he might have been recently writing. Did he ever ask you to store anything for him here?"
"Some of his athletic equipment is in the attic but it's old as Methuselah." Her voice caught and she cleared it.
"And papers from school."
"Are you aware of his having a safe deposit box, perhaps?"
"No." She shook her head.
"What about a friend he might have entrusted these things to?"
"I don't know about his friends," she said again as freezing rain clicked against glass.
"And he didn't mention any romantic interests. You're saying he had none?"
She pressed her lips tight.
"Please tell me if I am misunderstanding something."
"There was a girl he brought by some months back. I guess it was in the summer and apparently she's some sort of scientist." She paused. "Seems he was doing a story or something, they met that way. We had a bit of a disagreement over her."
"Why?"
"She was attractive and one of these academic types.
Maybe she's a professor. I can't recall but she's from overseas somewhere."
I waited, but she had nothing more to say.
"What was your disagreement?" I asked. -[knew the minute I met her that she was not of good character, and she was not permitted in my home," Mrs. Eddings replied.
"Does she live in this area?" I asked.
"One would expect so, but I wouldn't know where she is."
"But he might have still been seeing her."
"I have no idea who Ted was seeing," she said, and I believed she was lying.
"Mrs. Eddings," I said, "by all appearances, your son was not home much."
She just looked at me.
"Did he have a housekeeper? For example, someone who took care of his plants?"
"I sent my housekeeper by when needed," she said.
"Corian. Sometimes she brings him food. Ted can never bother with cooking."
"When was the last time she went by?"
"I don't know," she said, and I could tell she was getting weary of questions. "Some time before Christmas, I suspect, because she's had the flu."
"Did Corian ever mention to you what is in his house?"
"I guess you mean his guns," she said. "Just another something he started to collect a year or so back. That's all he wanted for his birthdays gift certificate for one of those gun stores around here. As if a woman would dare walk into such a place."