After dinner, I left Julie in the capable hands of my sisters and nipped off to the ladies’ room to wash baklava off my fingers. Their plan was to walk off their steak and lobster on the jogging track encircling deck ten, while I made a detour to the Athena bar to check on David. I would meet them at the theater later.
With my hands smelling deliciously of cherry-almond soap, I hit the bar, but David wasn’t there. When I asked, the bartender told me that he’d staggered off about thirty minutes before. ‘Good thing, too. If your friend had ordered another one, I was going to have to cut him off.’
It was my experience that cruise ship employees rarely, if ever, cut passengers off. I could count on the fingers of both hands, and at least one foot’s-worth of toes, the number of times I’d seen passengers, blind drunk, attempting to negotiate their way back to their cabins. On one forgettable occasion, I’d had to circumnavigate a pool of vomit in order to get to mine.
I thanked the bartender, then headed on a path that would take me forward through the casino, directly to the theater. Dee-doo, dee-doo, clack-clack-clack, cha-chunk, ra-lurl, ra-lurl – the sounds and strobe lights were an assault on the senses; it was enough to send anyone into an epileptic seizure.
Do you want to play a game? a disembodied avatar inquired from the screen of an electronic blackjack table; his digital eyes were fixed supernaturally on mine. I quickened my pace, seeking the oasis of the elevator lobby ahead, a bright white light at the end of a kaleidoscopic tunnel.
I stepped on the gas, scooting around the roulette table as if the avatars were hot on my heels chanting: Would you like to double down?
I was so focused on getting the hell out of Dodge that when someone tapped me on the shoulder, I actually yelped.
I pressed a hand to my chest and spun around. ‘Oh my gawd! Connor, isn’t it? You scared me!’
‘I’m sorry, but I just wanted to talk for a moment. You’re Julie’s aunt, right?’
I admitted that I was. ‘Please, let’s get out of here,’ I begged.
Once in the relative sanctuary of the lobby, I stopped and faced the Crawford lad who had been the target of truly inventive invective from my sister, Georgina. I planned to ask if he’d made the phone call to my sister’s cabin the other day, but decided to wait and see what he had to say. ‘What can I do for you, Connor?’
‘Not here,’ Connor Crawford said. ‘Somebody might overhear.’ He led me out onto the deck, where we paused under one of the lifeboats that was suspended from davots overhead. He looked right and left, as if planning to cross the street, and then crossed it. ‘I know who kidnapped Julie.’
I thought I did, too, but coming from Connor Crawford, the news shocked. I gasped, gaped, finally asked, ‘Who?’
‘Well, not his name exactly, but I know what cabin he’s in.’
I was dying to wring the cabin number out of him, but Connor was wound so tight that words erupted in one nearly breathless stream. ‘I was up in the Internet room on deck eight, you know, and coming down this hallway when I ran into an old dude with his arm around Julie. She had a hoodie on, you know, but I recognized her from her hair. Oh, shit, I thought, that dude is not her dad. And Julie was stumbling all over the place, getting her legs all twisted up, and falling down, he was practically carrying her, like, and I thought This. Is. Not. Good.
‘So they stagger past me and I’m thinking, shit, what do I do now, so I turned around and saw this perv practically dragging Julie into a room, and the door shuts and I go Oh. My. God. This is so sick! So, I go to the door and check out the number, and I’m heading off to set off a fire alarm or something, then I think, no, he might have really done something to Julie by then, so I go back to the room and I pound on the door…’ Connor demonstrated by jack-hammering both fists in the air above his head. ‘Then I listen and there’s, like, nothing.’
I’m sure I was nodding like a bobble-head doll. ‘And then?’
‘So I go off to get help, and I find this steward named Leon at the end of the hall, changing one of the rooms, like they do, you know, and he kinda laughs and tells me to chill, that this kind of thing happens all the time on cruises. Girls who dress like sluts are just begging to get laid, I beg your pardon, ma’am. So I think, this asshole is no help at all! So I remember that there’s a concierge club across from the Internet place. I run down there and I tell the receptionist, and she calls some guy in Security who meets me at the room. He pounds on the door but nobody answers. I’m yelling, like, break it down, break it down, so he uses his pass key and… nothing. Room is empty, nothing looks off.’
‘Are you sure you got the right room, Connor?’
‘Damn sure!’
My heart raced as I imagined what might have happened to Julie if Connor hadn’t been checking his email that day. ‘What was the cabin number, Connor? Please tell me you remember.’
‘I said it over and over, so I wouldn’t forget. 8622.’
8622. 8622. 8622. I didn’t want to forget that number, either.
‘Whose room is it, do you know?’
‘Not a clue, and Security wouldn’t say.’
‘What did the room look like, Connor? Julie remembered a kind of living room.’
Connor shrugged. ‘You could say so, I guess. It was a double made up as a single, so there was more room for the sofa and stuff.’
So, there it was.
I’ve got your room number now, you sonofabitch! And it won’t be long before I have your name, too.
‘Wanna know how they found her?’ Connor asked.
I must have looked puzzled because he said, ‘The steward had a laundry basket, one of those things on wheels. When I came back with the security guy, like almost right away, the laundry basket was gone.’ He shrugged, blushing modestly. ‘I kinda put two and two together.’
I reached out for Connor’s arm, held on and squeezed. ‘Thank you, Connor. We owe you big time. But, why didn’t you tell us this before?’
Connor rolled his eyes. ‘I called Julie’s room, but when her mom answered, I kinda freaked. Julie’s mom? She hates me, man. She’d think I did it, or was helping the perv out or something. Look, I admit I bought Julie those drinks at the pool the other day, and that was really dumb, I’m sorry. But I’d never really do anything to hurt her.’
That explanation made sense to me. Georgina would have shot first and asked questions afterwards.
‘I made a statement to that head security guy, what’s his name, Martin. He said the F.B.I. might want to ask me some questions, and I’m cool with that, too.’
I thanked Connor with a hug. It didn’t matter whether Julie could identify the creep or not. We had an eyewitness to her attack. I couldn’t wait to find David and tell him the good news.
But first, I walked as quickly as I could up to deck eight. I stood in front of Room 8622, willed the door to open and the pervert to show his face. In spite of Julie’s confusion, my money was still on Jack Westfall. He certainly had the means and opportunity and, according to Kira, he’d handled the straw that went into Julie’s Virginia Colada.
I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
Nobody answered.
Connor had been in the Internet room on the same deck, so I visited there next. I snatched a sheet of paper out of the printer, borrowed a pencil from a young Turk checking the status of his stock portfolio on the Internet, folded the paper into quarters and scribbled ‘Jack Westfall’ on it.
Halfway back to cabin 8622, I ran into a steward. Not Leon, thank goodness, who I hoped was cooling his heels, confined to his cabin for the duration of the voyage.
‘Carlos,’ I said, after a glance at his name tag. ‘I promised to get this information to Mr Jack Westfall, but I can’t remember whether he’s in 8622 or 8624.’