“So maybe you filled up with gas at the convenience store and spilled gas all over you, and then you decided to get in the backseat and go to sleep.”
“Maybe.”
“You should go back there and see if somebody remembers you. You had to pay for the gas, and if you were that drunk, you were sure to make an impression.”
“I’m afraid to go back there. I’m afraid to go anywhere near Johnson City.”
“Where’s your car?” Jack said. “Dad said the police can’t find it.”
“You’ll love this. I gave it to this black guy about fifty miles outside of Durham. He was working on this old piece of junk in his driveway when I drove by. He lived in this little shack. So I turned around and pulled into his place, got my suitcase and my backpack out of the car, took the tag off, and handed him the keys. You should have seen the look on his face. Then I hitched a ride the rest of the way to Durham.”
“Why’d you do that?”
“Because I knew the cops would be looking for the car. I didn’t want to drive it into a lake or something like that, so I just figured I’d give it to somebody who needed it more than I did.”
“Listen, T-bone, you need to go back and face this. Running makes you look guilty.”
Tommy’s head dropped. He stared at the table for a long minute. “Maybe I am, Hammer. God knows I thought about beating that son of a bitch to death with my bare hands at least a hundred times since Dad killed himself. Maybe I got plastered and went nuts, found out where he lived somehow, and drove over there and killed him.”
“Don’t say that, even if you’re just joking. Don’t even think it.”
“I can’t go back there, man. Not yet, anyway. If I go back and tell the police I don’t remember what I did that night, they’ll arrest me for sure. I think I’ll just stay on the road for a while, then go back after things have settled down a little. Maybe in the meantime they’ll find out who really did it.”
“Do you have enough money? Do you need anything?”
“I’m okay. Mom gave me fifteen hundred dollars before I left. That should last me a little while.”
Jack reached over and touched his friend lightly on the hand. “I haven’t really had a chance to tell you this, but I’m sorry about your dad,” he said. “I’m sorry about everything.”
Tommy’s eyes began to glisten, and Jack saw tears begin to roll down his cheeks.
“Can you believe he killed himself because he thought we’d be better off with money than with him?” Tommy said. “He must have been in so much pain. I just wish I could hug him again and tell him everything will be all right.”
Tommy laid his head on his forearms and began to sob quietly. Jack wanted to offer him comfort but didn’t know how. He was accustomed to the banter that goes on in a locker room, jousting verbally with his friends and teammates. Trying to comfort a friend after such a terrible loss was foreign territory. He reached over and squeezed Tommy’s shoulder tightly.
“How about that coffee?” he said. “I’ll just run across the street to the cafeteria and get us some.”
Tommy raised his head slowly and wiped his eyes with the backs of his hands.
“Sure, Hammer, coffee sounds good.”
Jack was gone for less than ten minutes. As he was hurrying back up the sidewalk carrying the coffee, he saw a campus policeman emerge from the shadows near the spot where the picnic tables were located. Jack smiled and nodded as he passed the officer, but he knew what he’d probably find when he got back to the tables.
He was right. His backpack was still lying on the table where he’d left it, but Tommy was gone.
38
Hannah Mills laid the slim, elongated tube on a paper towel on the back of the toilet and began to pace around the house. She picked up Patches, the cocker spaniel-mix puppy she’d adopted from the animal shelter a couple of weeks earlier, and carried him along with her.
“It can’t be,” she kept saying to the pup. “It just can’t be.”
With all that had happened to her, Hannah had become an expert at putting things out of her mind, and that’s exactly what she’d done with the memory of her drunken night at the restaurant. What else could she do? Accuse Tanner of raping her? Perhaps, in her drunken state, she’d consented and simply didn’t remember.
Tanner had called the next afternoon to check on her and ask how she was feeling. She’d casually asked him how she got into bed, and he said he’d carried her into the house, laid her on the bed, removed her shoes, and tucked her in. Hannah couldn’t bring herself to believe otherwise.
The fatigue had started less than a week later. There were times when her legs felt as though they were made of concrete. She would suddenly find herself barely able to move, barely able to stay awake. There’d been several times when, out of nowhere, she’d felt like crying and would have to run off into the bathroom to sob. Last week, the waves of nausea had begun to wash over her in the mornings, even when her stomach was empty. Her breasts were tender. She urinated far more often than she ever had in the past. She’d missed her period.
Hannah walked back into the bathroom. The pregnancy test was sitting there, waiting. She knew what the result was going to be, but she had no idea what she was going to do. She held the puppy close to her chest with her left hand and reached down with her right…
Hannah decided to call Lee Mooney. Mr. Mooney had hired her, after all, and had treated her extremely well since she’d made the move from Knoxville. He also knew Tanner well and might be able to give her some advice in that regard. She’d thought about calling Joe and Caroline Dillard and asking their advice, but she found she was too embarrassed. She hadn’t told Mr. Mooney the problem over the phone, just that she needed to speak with him as soon as possible. He’d arrived at her house in less than half an hour and was sitting in a chair in her den.
“I hope you’re not going to tell me you’ve decided to leave,” Mooney said as Hannah handed him a glass of sweet iced tea.
“No, no, I’m not leaving,” Hannah said nervously. Actually, the thought of leaving suddenly appealed to her. “At least I’m not planning on leaving. Not any time soon, anyway.”
“That doesn’t sound too promising,” Mooney said.
“I’m sorry. It’s just that… It’s just that what I’m about to tell you is terribly difficult, not to mention embarrassing. You can’t tell a soul.”
Mooney twisted the end of his handlebar mustache with the fingers on his right hand.
“I’ve never really asked you about your family, Hannah,” he said. “If I remember correctly, I asked you a couple of things when I first met you at the conference, and it seemed to make you uncomfortable. Isn’t there anyone in your family you can talk to?”
“I don’t have any family. My parents and brothers and sister were killed. I’m all that’s left.”
“Do you want to tell me about what happened to them?”
“Thank you, but no.”
“All right. Well, I hope you know you can trust me,” he said.
“You’ve been good to me.”
“And it’s been my pleasure.”
Hannah took a sip of her tea. Her hand was shaking, so she set the tea on a coaster on the coffee table in front of her. She folded her hands and began to rock back and forth.
“I’m pregnant,” she said.
Hannah fought to maintain her composure, but the shock of actually saying the words caused her to break down. She covered her face with her hands and began to sob quietly. A few seconds later, she felt Mr. Mooney’s presence beside her. He sat down on the couch and gently took her hands.
“It’s all right,” he said. “Everything’s going to be fine.”
Hannah looked at him through watery eyes. He was smiling warmly. Both his touch and his voice were reassuring.