Lou, who had tears running down her face, held out her arms to Eve, and Eve allowed Lou to pick her up and carry her off.
“What was in the trunk?” Jack asked.
“A clear plastic raincoat with lots of stains and a single-edge kitchen knife.”
I shuddered.
Jack and Chandler began to have a very important talk.
Chandler called over to the men searching the house on Fulbright Street. In about thirty minutes, thin Detective Brainerd brought a familiar shoe box into the bedroom at the manse.
Jack put on gloves, opened the box, and began to smile.
Dill and Varena had taken Anna home long before, and I could assume they’d made a report to my parents about where I was.
Jack dropped me at his motel room while he went to the jail to have a conversation with Emory Osborn.
When he returned, I was still lying on the bed staring at the ceiling. I still had my coat on. My throat hurt.
Without speaking, Jack consulted an address book he fished out of his briefcase. Then he picked up the phone, took a deep breath, and began dialing.
“Roy? How you doing? Yeah, I know what time it is. But I thought you should be the one to call Teresa and Simon. Tell them we got the little girl… of course I wouldn’t kid about something like that. No, I don’t want to call them, it’s your case.” Jack held the phone away from his ear, and I could hear Roy Costimiglia shouting on the other end. When the sound had abated a little, Jack started talking, telling Roy as much as he could in a few sentences.
“No, I don’t know… they better call their lawyer, have her come down before they come down. I think there’s a lot of steps to go through, but Osborn actually admitted it. Yeah.” Jack eased back on the bed until he was lying beside me, his body snug against mine. “He delivered his own baby at home, and the baby died. I think there’s something kinda hinky about that, it was a baby boy… and he definitely likes little girls. Anyway, he felt guilty and he couldn’t tell his wife. He gave her a strong painkiller he’d been taking for a back injury, she conked out, he began riding around trying to think of how to tell her the baby didn’t make it. He lived right close to Conway, and he found himself just cruising through Conway at random, he says. Yeah, I don’t know whether to buy that, either, especially in view… wait, let me finish.” Jack pulled off his shoes. “He says he rode through the Macklesbys’ neighborhood, recognized the house because he’d delivered a couch there about four months before. He liked Teresa, thought she was pretty. Suddenly he remembered that Teresa had been pregnant, wondered if she’d had the baby… he watched the house for a while, says he was too distraught to go home and face his wife. Suddenly, he got his chance to make everything better. He saw Teresa come out onto the porch with the baby in her carrier, stop, put her down, and go back in the house. She was such a bad mother she didn’t deserve a baby, he decided, and she already had two, anyway. His wife didn’t have one. He took Summer Dawn home with him.”
Roy must have been talking again. I could feel my eyes grow heavy now that Jack’s warmth relaxed me. I turned on my side facing him, my eyes closing just for a minute since he had the bedside lamp on and the glare was unpleasant.
“He took Meredith to the doctor the next day, told the doctor that he’d taken the baby to a pediatrician already. He couldn’t have their doctor examine the baby, because he figured that the umbilical thingy was more healed than it would be on a one-day-old baby.”
Roy talked for a minute. It was a distant buzz. I kept my eyes shut.
“Yeah, he’s confessed all the way. Says it was all his wife’s fault for having a baby that died and it being a boy, for interrupting his fun with the little girl he’d so thoughtfully gotten for her, for beginning to wonder where that little girl had come from when she saw the photo in the paper… evidently, Meredith took the little girl in for a blood test, found out she couldn’t be her daughter. But she loved her so much, she couldn’t make up her mind what to do. Emory found out about the blood test, decided Meredith was a traitor, and killed her. He broke into my hotel room, found the pages she’d mailed me… it made him feel justified.”
Some more talk.
Then Jack asked, “You gonna call them now or wait till the morning?”
Sometime after that, I lost track of what Jack was saying.
“Baby?”
I blinked. “What?”
“Baby, it’s morning.”
“What?”
“You got to go home and get ready for the wedding, Lily.”
My eyes flew open. It was definitely daytime. In a panic, I glanced at the bedside clock. I exhaled a long sigh of relief when I saw it was only eight o’clock.
Jack was standing by the bed. He’d just gotten out of the shower.
Normally in the morning I jump out of bed and get moving, but I felt so groggy. Then I remembered the night before, and I knew where I was.
“Oh, I do have to get home, I hope they’re not worried,” I said. “I’ve been so good this whole visit, I’ve done everything right! I hate to blow it the last day.”
Jack laughed. It was a good sound.
I sat up. He’d taken my coat off some time during the night. I’d slept in my clothes, with no shower, and I needed to brush my teeth in the worst possible way. When Jack bent down to hug me, I backed off.
“No no no,” I said firmly. “Not now. I’m disgusting.”
When Jack saw I meant it, he perched in one of the vinyl chairs. “Want me to go get us some coffee?” he asked.
“Oh, bless you for thinking of it, but I better get to my folks’ and let them see me.”
“Then I’ll see you at the wedding.”
“Sure.” I reached out, stroked his arm. “What were you doing last night?”
“While you were confronting the real kidnapper?” Jack looked at me darkly. “Well, sweetheart, I was rear-ending your soon-to-be brother-in-law.”
“What?”
“I decided the only way to look inside the car trunks- which, if you’ll remember, was your suggestion-was to have a little accident with the cars involved. It would be reasonable to look in the trunk after that. I figured if I hit them just right, the trunk would open anyway.”
“Did you hit Jess?”
“Yep.”
“And Dill, too?”
“I was about to. But I was thinking I’d get whiplash, so I’d decided just to out-and-out break into Emory’s. Then I got your call. I got to the O’Sheas’ house just as your ex-boyfriend was pulling up. He cuffed me.”
“He what?”
“I didn’t want him going in ahead of me, so he cuffed me.”
I didn’t know what to say. I was trying not to smile.
“I better go get cleaned up,” I told him. “You’ll be there?”
“I brought my suit,” he reminded me.
The only day it was possible for my parents not to cast me disapproving looks was Varena’s wedding day. They were not excited that Jack had dropped me off in front of the house in broad daylight, with me wearing yesterday’s clothes.
But in the melee of the wedding day-and the day before-it could be legitimately ignored.
I took a very long shower and brushed my teeth twice. To regain control of myself, I shaved my legs and armpits, plucked my eyebrows, spent ten or fifteen minutes putting on lotions and makeup.
It was only after I came into the kitchen in my bathrobe to drink some coffee that my mother spotted the bruise.
She put her own mug down with a clunk.
“Your neck, Lily.”
I looked in a little mirror in the hall outside the kitchen. My neck had a spectacular dark bruise.
“Emory,” I explained, for the first time noticing how hoarse my voice was. I touched the dark splotch. Sore. Very sore.
“It’s OK,” I said, “really. Just need to drink something hot.”