Or maybe she would just sit there on the porch, and wonder what had become of her friend all those years ago.
3
At eight forty-five on Wednesday morning, Lorna was seated at the dining room table, eating dry cereal from a small blue plastic bowl and preparing a profit-and-loss statement on her computer for one of her clients. To access the Internet, she’d had to plug into the house phone and go the dial-up route. It had been a long time since she’d done that, and the squawk through the phone line sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard.
She made a mental note to look into broadband service while she was there. Even if it took her a month to finalize things in Callen, it would be worth the connection fee to have cable brought into the house.
She’d set up the laptop at the far end of the table, so that her back would be to the china cupboard. Empty of its contents, it reminded her of a mouth without teeth. Each piece of china or crystal had left its footprint on the dusty shelves, ghostly reminders of holiday dinners and birthday parties long past.
Stone crunched under the tires of a car in the driveway, and she went to the front door, arriving just in time to see Chief Walker get out of his cruiser.
“Hi, Chief,” she called as she unlocked the screen door and stepped outside.
“Hey, Lorna.” He walked toward her, one hand resting on the holstered gun that sat on his right hip.
“What’s going on?”
“Just thought I’d stop by and see how you’re doing, make sure everything is all right.”
“Everything’s fine, thank you.”
“Wanted to talk to you a bit about the bones we found out in the field on Monday.”
“Want to come in? Or have a seat on the porch? It’s probably cooler out here.”
“The porch will do just fine.”
He walked up the steps and sat in one of the rockers.
“Can I get you something?” She paused beside the second rocker.
“I’d love a cup of coffee, but I’ve already surpassed my daily limit.”
“Just as well, then.” She sat in the rocker nearest the door. “I’ve been buying mine at the mini-mart up the road. I did find Gran’s old percolator, so I’ll probably pick up some coffee on my next trip to the market. Maybe I’ll get up there later today.”
“We were all sorry to hear about Mary Beth. She was a good woman, your mother was. We’ll all miss her.”
“Thank you, Chief. We appreciated the card you and your wife sent. Please thank her for us.”
“Least we could do.” He rocked for another moment, then said, “About those bones…”
“Any idea yet who it might have been?”
“Actually, it looks as if they’ve been identified.” He stopped rocking and leaned forward a bit, his elbows resting on the arms of the chair. “Looks like we might have found Jason Eagan, after all these years.”
“Jason!” She stopped rocking, too. “Are you serious?”
“Absolutely. The medical examiner estimated we were looking at a young adult male who’d been dead about twenty-five years. We went back through the files and found there were only two men reported missing around here from that time period. One was Alvin Hawkins, who was in his late forties, the other was Jason. He was only fourteen but he was tall for his age. We brought his mother down, she identified the shirt we found with the remains as belonging to Jason. It did match the description she’d given back then of what he was wearing the last time she saw him. The ME is looking at the dental records that Dr. Pollock dropped off, but we’re pretty sure it’s him.”
“How ’bout that, after all these years,” she murmured.
“Well, here’s the thing.” He started rocking again, but with more deliberateness. “The bones showed signs of old abuse. Like both arms having been broken in more than one place, and not at the same time, according to the medical examiner. Looks like that boy took a lot as a child.”
Lorna took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.
“My wife remembered that you were good friends with the sister, the girl who disappeared, said you used to come into the library together all the time. I was wondering if you knew whether or not she was roughed up, too.”
“I know that Mrs. Eagan had a temper, and that Melinda was afraid of her.” Lorna chose her words carefully. “I never saw her mother hit her, but I did see bruises on Mellie. On her arms, on her legs. I never asked her how she got them. I figured if she wanted to talk about it, she’d tell me. She never did.”
Chief Walker tapped on the arms of the chair with the fingers of both hands.
“That’s pretty much what I thought. I’d heard Billie Eagan had a reputation for being tough with her kids.” He pushed himself out of the chair and stood up. “I just wanted to know if you had any firsthand knowledge of that.”
“I can’t swear that Mel’s bruises were caused by her mother, but I strongly suspected that they were. I had heard her say things like ‘My mother is going to give it to me when I get home,’ things of that nature.”
“Ever hear her say, ‘My mother said she’d kill me if I did…’ whatever?”
“Yes, but all kids say stuff like that.” Lorna stood and followed the chief to the porch railing. “I remember times when I did something stupid, or maybe got a C on a test I should have gotten an A on, and said, ‘My mother will kill me for this.’ It’s just something kids say.”
“Your mother ever hit you hard enough to leave a mark, or grab you hard enough to leave a bruise?”
“Are you kidding?” She shook her head. “My mother never raised a hand to anyone, as far as I know.”
“Billie Eagan did. I can’t help but wonder if that was all she did.”
“Wait a minute, you’re not suggesting that she killed either Melinda or Jason?”
He turned and looked at her. “When the girl went missing, I really thought the brother had killed her. He was the last person that we could prove had been with her. Then, right before we go to arrest him, he disappears. We figured he ran. Now it looks like if he did, he didn’t get very far.”
“I can’t believe Mrs. Eagan had anything to do with what happened to either Melinda or Jason. Yes, she was rough with them, I know that, but I can’t believe she would have gone that far.”
“Who knows where the line is drawn?” he said. “If you can lose it enough to break your kid’s arm, can you lose it enough to go one step further? Where does it end?”
Lorna frowned. “But why would she have done that?”