Or she’s dead, thought Jane. Something that surely crossed all their minds, though no one said it.
Jane’s cell phone rang, and everyone’s gaze instantly swung to her. The caller ID showed a number from Fort Lauderdale. This was merely a phone call, yet Jane’s heart was pounding with a kick as powerful as fear.
She took a deep breath and looked at Moore, who nodded. “Hello?” she answered.
A man’s voice drawled over the speaker. “So what’s this all s’posed to be about, huh?” In the background was laughter, the sounds of people enjoying a jolly good joke.
“Who are you?” Jane asked.
“We’re all just wondering here. What’s it s’posed to mean? ‘The die is cast’?”
“You’re calling to ask me that?”
“Yeah. This some kinda game? We s’posed to guess?”
“I don’t have time to talk to you now. I’m waiting for another call.”
“Hey. Hey, lady! We’re calling long distance, goddammit.”
Jane hung up and looked at Moore. “What a jerk.”
“If that’s your typical Confidential reader,” said Crowe, “this is gonna be one hell of a fun night.”
“We’re probably going to get a few more of those,” warned Moore.
The phone rang. This call was from Providence.
A fresh jolt of adrenaline had Jane’s pulse racing once again. “Hello?”
“Hi,” a female voice said brightly. “I saw your ad in the Confidential, and I’m doing a research paper on personal ads. I wanted to know if yours is for the purpose of romance, or is this a commercial enterprise?”
“Neither,” snapped Jane, and disconnected. “God, what is it with people?”
At 8:05, the phone again rang. A Newark caller, asking: “Is this some kind of contest? Do I get a prize for calling?”
At 8:07: “I just wanted to find out if someone would really answer this number.”
At 8:15: “Are you, like, a spy or something?”
By 8:30, the calls finally stopped. For twenty minutes, they stared at a silent phone.
“I think that’s it,” said Crowe, rising to his feet and stretching. “I’d call that a valuable use of our evening.”
“Wait,” said Frost. “We’re coming up on central time.”
“What?”
“Rizzoli’s ad didn’t specify which time zone. It’s almost eight P.M. in Kansas City.”
“He’s right,” said Moore. “Let’s all sit tight here.”
“All time zones? We’ll be here till midnight,” said Crowe.
“Even longer,” pointed out Frost. “If you include Hawaii.”
Crowe snorted. “Maybe we should bring in some pizza.”
In the end, they did. During the lull between ten and eleven P.M., Frost stepped out and returned with two large pepperonis from Domino’s. They popped open cans of soda and passed around napkins and sat watching the silent phone. Though Jane had been away from her job for over a month, tonight it was almost as if she had never left. She was sitting around the same table, with the same tired cops, and as usual, Darren Crowe was annoying the hell out of her. Except for the fact Gabriel had joined the team, nothing had changed. I’ve missed it, she thought. Crowe and all. I’ve missed being part of the hunt.
The ringing phone caught her with a slice of pizza halfway to her mouth. She grabbed a napkin to wipe the grease from her fingers and glanced up at the clock. Eleven P.M. sharp. The caller ID display showed a Boston number. This call was three hours too late.
“Hello?” she answered.
Her greeting was met with silence.
“Hello?” Jane said again.
“Who are you?” It was a female voice, barely a whisper.
Startled, Jane looked at Gabriel and saw that he’d registered the same detail. The caller has an accent.
“I’m a friend,” said Jane
“I don’t know you.”
“Olena told me about you.”
“Olena is dead.”
It’s her. Jane glanced around the table and saw stunned faces. Even Crowe had rocked forward, his face tense with anticipation.
“Mila,” said Jane. “Tell me where we can meet. Please, I need to talk to you. I promise, it will be perfectly safe. Anywhere you want.” She heard the click of the receiver hanging up. “Shit.” Jane looked at Moore. “We need her location!”
“You got it yet?” he asked Frost.
Frost hung up the conference room phone. “ West End. It’s a pay phone.”
“On our way,” said Crowe, already out of his chair and headed toward the door.
“By the time you get there, she’ll be long gone,” said Gabriel.
Moore said, “A patrol car could be there in five minutes.”
Jane shook her head. “No uniforms. She sees one, she’ll know it’s a setup. And I’ll lose any chance of connecting with her again.”
“So what are you saying we should do?” said Crowe, pausing in the doorway.
“Give her a chance to think about it. She has my number. She knows how to reach me.”
“But she doesn’t know who you are,” said Moore.
“And that’s got to scare her. She’s just playing it safe.”
“Look, she might never call back,” said Crowe. “This could be our one and only chance to bring her in. Let’s do it now.”
“He’s right,” said Moore, looking at Jane. “It could be our only chance.”
After a moment, Jane nodded. “All right. Go.”
Frost and Crowe left the room. As the minutes passed, Jane stared at the silent phone, thinking: Maybe I should have gone with them. I should be the one out there, looking for her. She pictured Frost and Crowe navigating the warren of streets in the West End, searching for a woman whose face they didn’t know.
Moore ’s cell phone rang and he snapped it up. Just by his expression, Jane could tell that the news was not good. He hung up and shook his head.
“She wasn’t there?” said Jane.
“They’ve called in CSU to dust the pay phone for prints.” He saw the bitter disappointment in her face. “Look, at least we now know she’s real. She’s alive.”
“For the moment,” said Jane.
Even cops needed to shop for milk and diapers.
Jane stood in the grocery store aisle, Regina snug against her chest in a baby sling, and wearily surveyed the cans of infant formula on the shelves, studying the nutritional contents of every brand. They all offered one hundred percent of a baby’s daily needs from A to zinc. Any one of these would be perfectly adequate, she thought, so why am I feeling guilty? Regina likes formula. And I need to clip on my beeper and get back to work. I need to get off the couch and stop watching those reruns of Cops.
I need to get out of this grocery store.
She grabbed two six-packs of Similac, moved down another aisle for the Pampers, and headed to the cashier.
Outside, the parking lot was so hot she broke into a sweat just loading the groceries into her trunk. The seats could sear flesh; before strapping Regina into her infant seat, Jane paused with the doors open to air out the car. Grocery carts rattled by, pushed by perspiring shoppers. A horn honked, and a man yelled: “Hey, watch where you’re going, asshole!” None of these people wanted to be in the city right now. They all wanted to be at the beach holding ice cream cones, not trapped elbow to elbow with other cranky Bostonians.
Regina began to cry, her dark curls sweaty against her pink face. Yet another cranky Bostonian. She kept screaming as Jane leaned into the backseat and buckled her in, was still screaming blocks later as Jane inched through traffic, the AC going full blast. She hit another red light and thought: Lord, get me through this afternoon.
Her cell phone rang.
She could have just let it continue ringing, but she ended up fishing it out of her purse and saw on the display a local number that she did not recognize.
“Hello?” she answered.
Through Regina ’s angry wails, she could barely hear the question: “Who are you?” The voice was soft and instantly familiar.