Pushing his chair back, he knelt beside the the briefcase. With both hands, he removed three bulky folders in the way, tossing them hastily onto his desk. He stared at a wide-open space. No red folder.
“It’s gone,” Damien breathed. “It was here; I swear it. It was here.” He looked at Edgar. “Did you take it?”
Edgar’s eyes widened. “No.”
“Maybe I should’ve asked, ‘Did you write the original?’”
“That’s ridiculous!” Edgar cast a disapproving look at Grayson.
“Really? Is it? Because as I see it, the only thing prospering from this stupid Web site is the newspaper.”
“Prospering? The only thing this Web site has done-” Edgar’s gaze lifted like he was trying to ward off anger-“is make me understand how very few friends I have at this place.” He turned and walked off.
Damien stared at the carpet. So that was why Edgar was acting so weird? He’d been hurt by it too? When was this going to end?
Grayson crossed his arms. “You’ve just become a person of interest.”
Kay studied the Monopoly board, fingering her money.
“Mom, hurry up,” Hunter complained. “You’re taking forever.”
“It’s a game of strategy,” Jenna said, but she didn’t seem really present in the conversation.
Kay noticed Jenna staring at the mantel, at the eight-by-ten photo of Frank with the kids three Christmases ago. It had snowed ten inches that year, the first white Christmas either kid had experienced. They were outside for three hours and built four different snowmen.
Hunter sighed, toying with his silver car. “I thought Dad was coming home for dinner tonight.”
Kay tried to smile, but she was worried. He had said he would be home early. When he didn’t arrive, she’d called his cell phone. He answered and didn’t give her time to speak. “I can’t talk. I’ll be home later.” Click. She tried texting him an hour ago, but no reply came. She drew a card but barely paid attention to it.
“He’ll be here when he can. Your move, Hunter.” She caught Jenna’s eyes, trying to look deeply into them, wondering what was going on behind that pretty face.
Jenna only smiled faintly, blinked peacefully, and reassured her with a pat on her wrist. She pointed to Kay’s money. “You’re really bad at this.”
Kay laughed. “Yes, well, that’s why your father handles all the money.”
Hunter punched his hands into the air as he passed Go safely. “Sweet!”
The back door opened and Damien appeared, looking as haggard as if he’d walked all the way home from work.
Kay stood and greeted him. She took his briefcase and coat. “What’s wrong?” she asked, trying not to sound urgent in front of the kids.
Damien stared at Kay, then at each of his children. He observed the table for a moment and looked at Kay. “You’re not winning.”
“I never do.”
As though every move he made was an effort, Damien pulled out the chair at the head of the table and sat down. He folded his fingers together and stared at them as if they might do the talking.
Kay glanced at Jenna, then at Hunter, who both looked equally perplexed.
“Is it about Frank?” Hunter asked.
Damien shook his head. “I’ve become a person of interest in the Web site case. They think I’m doing it.”
“What?” Kay gasped, though her hand hit her mouth trying to stop it. “What in the world? Why would they think that?”
Damien didn’t answer at first. It looked like he was overcome by emotion but trying to hide it. “I made a bad judgment call.”
“Damien, you’re not involved in this, are you?”
“No, I’m not. And neither was Frank; I can assure you.” He took a score pad nearby and a pencil. He doodled around the edges.
“Then what are you talking about, ‘judgment call’?” Kay asked.
“I received a note at the office, a sort of encrypted crossword deal that I believe was sent to me by the person doing it. The mistake I made was that I didn’t tell anybody. When the Web site stopped after Frank died, I decided to send an encoded message in the crossword puzzle in the paper. I just wanted to get whoever was doing it to start again so Frank’s name would be cleared. Unfortunately, Captain Grayson is a crossword fanatic. He saw the clues a mile away and knew I’d put them there.”
“So? Show him the crossword that was sent to you,” Kay said. “Then he’ll know.”
Damien stared at the Monopoly board. “It’s gone.”
“Gone?” Kay asked.
“I had it in my briefcase. It’s not there anymore. That’s all I know. It makes no sense to me.” Damien finally looked up. “The good news is that I haven’t been charged with anything. They don’t really have any proof, but I’m their best lead right now.”
“That Web site has brought nothing but trouble!” Hunter suddenly yelled.
Damien said, “Calm down, Hunter. Please. We can’t afford to get hysterical about this. Besides, as much as I hated it at first, I actually think it has done some good. I hear it in the break room. People are starting to talk about the power of words. People are listening more than they’re talking.” He broke the tip of the pencil and grabbed another one out of the game box. “Our dark and dirty secret has been exposed, and maybe we’re better for it. I don’t know. Life and death are in the power of the tongue, if you give the tongue all the power, I guess.”
“Well, we’ll prove your innocence,” Kay said, her hands spread wide like a cat’s paws on the table. “We won’t stop until we do.”
“It’ll work itself out in time. I’m not really worried. I know I didn’t do it. I wouldn’t even know how to do it. Someone out there is the right person, and eventually he’ll be exposed.” Damien scribbled something on the pad of paper in front of him.
Kay leaned in. “What are you writing?”
Damien shrugged. “Just something I wrote yesterday. I planned on writing another op-ed. Seems ridiculous now, you know? I can’t say another thing about it.”
Kay turned the pad to read it. Listen to all that is said from everyone you know. Listen hard and you will have understanding beyond the words. “That’s beautiful,” she said, touching his arm.
Hunter stood, slapped his dad’s shoulder, then hugged him from behind. “It’s going to be okay. I promise. You’re going to be fine.”
Damien squeezed his hand. “Thanks, buddy. I know. It’s all good. I have my family and that’s what matters to me.” He looked at him. “You got homework?”
“Yeah.”
“Better get it done. The show must go on.”
“What exactly can get me out of homework?” Hunter groaned as he trotted upstairs.
“Baby,” Kay said, “let me get you something to eat.”
“I’m not hungry. Ate a big lunch,” Damien said, that smile emerging that was always supposed to try to put her at ease. “I think I’ll go shower, relax, maybe read.”
Kay watched him leave the room. The table was silent; then Jenna said, “I miss Frank.”
“Me too.”
“Frank was really brave. I mean, I always just saw him as Uncle Frank, but he didn’t back down from a fight. He thought Angela was in danger and he didn’t even pause. He just went right over there.”
Kay nodded. “Yeah, Frank was brave. And honest. A good guy all around.”
“He had good character.”
Kay nodded again, eyeing Jenna. She wasn’t one to normally wax so philosophical. But then again, she’d been through a lot, and that kind of pain can change a person.
Jenna looked at Kay. “I think I’m brave too.”
Kay smiled, tears brimming her eyes. She touched Jenna’s cheek. For once she didn’t pull away. “Of course you’re brave.”
“Yeah, I am. I never thought of myself that way, but I am.” She pushed her money to the center of the table. “I guess the game’s over.” She stood.
Kay stood also, embracing her.