Wisdom doesn’t know what to say in the presence of such knowledge, so he quietly moves on and asks again about what Heidi did at the center.
“Let me first tell you about what our mission is here. To make it as simple as possible we try to counsel those teens that have been through a serious family trauma. That takes in anything from child abuse, alcoholism, drug addiction, and the death of a parent, sibling or close friend.”
“And this is only for Jewish kids?”
“No. It’s open to anyone in the community, which helps us get government funding, but I’d say about sixty percent of the kids we treat are Jewish.”
“Do you know why Heidi wanted to work there? I mean it’s a pretty long trip once a week and she’s not even Jewish.”
“I know. On the first day she walked in she told us right from the start that she was Muslim, but that she wanted to work especially with Jewish kids. And everyone she counseled loved her. She was a very caring person. I can’t believe she’s disappeared just like that. There’s this one young girl about fifteen. Her father was in the diamond business and was convicted of setting up a phony robbery to collect on insurance. It destroyed the whole family and this young girl went off on her own deep end. Started with drugs, moved out of her mother’s apartment here in Boro Park, and drifted into prostitution. She was picked up for loitering and the precinct captain sent her over here rather than have her charged. She was here for less than a week with her mother’s permission when Heidi arrived. Within a day she began to follow Heidi around like a puppy dog. She’s back in school now and wants to study medicine like Heidi, but seems to be relapsing of late according to her mother. Without Heidi I’m not sure if she’ll ever get back to what counts as normal. She idolized Heidi for her empathy, since she always made time for the kids, but also for her looks. Heidi’s very attractive, but I guess you’ve seen pictures of her.”
Her voice fades as she finishes. Then silence. Dead air. Wisdom grunts a “yes” into the mouthpiece to break into the stillness.
“Do you think she’ll turn up?”
The weakness in her speech continues and sounds to Wisdom as if she’s entered a period of resignation. Until then he’d almost forgotten he was talking to a rabbi and a woman no less.
“Honestly, we can’t be too hopeful at this point. Too much time has gone by without anything to go on.”
“I remember she had family in Europe. What do they think?”
“They have nothing to add,” Wisdom notes, even as his mind wanders ahead and wonders how or even whether he’ll approach Brigid and tell her about this side of Heidi. A side he was sure she’d never seen based on what she’d told him.
“Was Heidi particularly friendly with anyone at the center?”
“I’m afraid not, except for me, and even there we kept it very professional. I mean she never spoke about her social life, if that’s what you mean.”
“Did she meet any men there? I mean like relatives of the youngsters you treat.”
“Not really. There were some other professionals around but nothing more than idle chitchat from what I could see and hear. Oh, once some doctor from Mt. Sinai met her here. I think his name was Henry something. I only saw him the one time, but he seemed as awestruck with her as some of the young kids, yet in an obviously romantic way. He seemed to get all steamed up when he was waiting for her in the lounge and she came out of the counseling wing talking to our resident senior social worker.”
“What do you mean steamed up?”
“It wasn’t anything he said, but I could see in his eyes. The jealousy, I mean. I think he might have smacked her right there if they were alone, but nothing happened. At least while they were here in the lobby.”
Wisdom draws a breath and thanks her for her time. Then he remembers.
“It was Wilkie Collins.”
“Excuse me?”
“The author of The Woman in White was an English writer named William Wilkie Collins. He also wrote The Moonstone. Some of the earliest mysteries ever written.”
“I’m impressed,” she said, the voice now much stronger than a few moments earlier. “I’m not used to policemen who read so extensively.”
“And I’m not used to female rabbis,” answered Wisdom.
“Well, I don’t have a long beard, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
Wisdom laughs, says he never imagined her with a beard, and then asks her how she managed to find such a profession.
“That part wasn’t hard. My father is still a rabbi in Cleveland. And pretty modern. At first I had a hard time finding a pulpit, but then I came around to thinking that social work was more important. It’s that simple.”
Wisdom has nothing more to say although a part of him wants to stay on the phone and hear more about the Heidi no one else seems to have known. The few seconds of silence that follows tells him that there isn’t anymore. He thanks her again, repeats his number in case she remembers anything else, and promises to call whenever they find out something.
It is only later, when he’s home after changing into worn jeans and an old sweater, that the full impact of what she’s told him sinks in. Seems that Heidi wasn’t always the calculating predator of a person he thought she was. And it pisses him off even more that he’ll likely never get to know the real person.
And then there’s Henry who just keeps popping up like a garden weed. He also realizes he’s thinking of Heidi in the past tense, notwithstanding what the rabbi said. “She’s dead,” he announces to an empty kitchen. “So let’s see what our suspects think when she turns up at their doorstep. Especially Henry.”
CHAPTER 10
Henry Stern’s life is falling apart, yet he seems to sleepwalk through the metamorphosis.
Memories of Heidi crowd out everything else that ever seemed to matter. His interest in medicine and in particular his residency in radiology evaporates. Three months after Heidi’s disappearance, he is summoned to the office of the chief resident in radiology and given a warning to improve both his attendance and concentration levels. Despite this caution, he’s unable to lessen the rate of his descent into melancholia. In one increasingly rare coherent moment, he confides to a colleague that if Heidi were there she would be able to treat his symptoms. But Heidi is not there and her absence is driving him over the edge.
He takes to sleeping in her apartment for which he still pays rent. He showers where she once did, and massages her shampoo into his hair until the recollection of her scent chokes him with memories of lust. He scrubs his teeth with her brush as he tries to suck the taste of her mouth back into his, but after the first month the essence of her presence has vanished as she did, leaving only a tasteless peppermint film on the stiffening bristles.
Her closet is barely filled as she has always disregarded the value of much clothing, but the pink-and-white dress that she wears for him on special occasions is missing. He knows she wore it on the day she disappeared from what the people on the bus reported. He knows how sensual she looks in that dress, and on more than one morning he lays half awake there in her bed and believes that she is in the other room wearing that particular dress, waiting for him to ask her to come back to bed. He begins to touch himself at first gently, then with more urgency and calls out to her. He actually calls out to her to join him, but as sleep slips further away, the reality of her absence seizes him more firmly, his partial erection vanishes and he can only sink a sobbing head into her pillow.
His performance at work further deteriorates and by the end of August he is put on an involuntary medical leave, but he is, in effect, suspended with the unlikely prospect of ever regaining his position. With nowhere to go, he wanders aimlessly through Manhattan streets. He takes up smoking again and begins to drink, but then just as suddenly stops the alcohol, preferring to ingest the Percocets he has accumulated from the hospital for his own use. There’s also the Seroquel. He’s taken it on and off for fifteen years after a shrink in New York said it would cure some of the hallucinations he used to have. There are times when he stops cold turkey, and then just as suddenly takes it up again. The day after he saw Heidi and some intern together he felt he was going completely nuts and started up again. Then a week later when he failed to satisfy her on that last night they spent together he knew it was due to the Seroquel. Now he’s been off it for months, and he knows when he’s off it he sees things no one else does. He also knows he’s stayed off it because he’s been hoping to find Heidi alive and anxious to get into bed with her again. But he feels he’s losing control and needs to regain command of the search, so he decides to ease his way back on the meds. He can always stop later.