"How long did you stay with Jane?"
"A long time. I think Mona said it was three weeks, but it seemed like a year. Then we all got in Jane’s car and she drove us to Chicago."
"What did she do then?"
"She stayed for a day or two, and then one morning I woke up and she was gone."
"Was Mona surprised?"
"No. Mona acted like it was normal, and didn’t talk about her again. Mona and I lived in Chicago after that. Mona was Diana Johnson, and I was her son. She wanted me to be Andrew, but I didn’t like it, so I got to stay Tim."
"How did you live?"
"Like people do."
"I mean, did Mona have a job—did she go to work?"
"Yes. While I was in school."
"They called you Tim Johnson at school?"
"Yes."
"When did you start—what grade?"
"Kindergarten. I had already been in kindergarten, so it was the second time."
"And you’re in the second grade now?"
"Yes."
"Were you afraid in Chicago?"
"At first I was. It was different. I was afraid the bad people would get Mona, and then I would be all alone. But after a while I made some friends, and got used to it, and I didn’t think about that part much anymore. I was sad sometimes."
"And Mona pretended to be your mother for over two years?"
"I guess so."
"What else did she do? Did she still see anybody you knew from Washington?"
"No. She used to talk on the phone a lot."
"To whom? Jane?"
"No. Dennis."
"Did you ever hear what she said?"
"Once in a while, but it wasn’t really okay. She would go in her bedroom and talk to him. Sometimes she would tell me what she said."
"Then a little over a week ago something changed, didn’t it?"
"Yes. Everything."
"You found out who you were, didn’t you?"
"Yes."
"Excuse me, Mr. Ambrose." It was Schoenfeld’s resonant voice again. "Maybe we should let Timmy tell us exactly what happened in his own words from here on. I believe you’ve done an admirable job in laying the groundwork, but now we’re in new territory, and I have no objection to letting Mr. Phillips speak freely and tell us whatever he can that will aid in the possible prosecutions." Of course not, thought the judge. Schoenfeld could be magnanimous. He had already established that Timmy was Mr. Phillips, and nothing else that anyone said or did from there on was of any consequence for Schoenfeld.
"Thank you," said Ambrose. "Timmy, tell us what happened."
"I came home from school, and Mona was there, and so was Dennis the lawyer, and so was Jane. Dennis said he had spent two years trying to figure out why anyone would want to hurt my parents and me, and now he knew."
"This was in Chicago?"
"Yeah," said Timmy. "He told me that when my mother died they had special doctors look at her, and that she had never been to the hospital to have a baby. He said he got to look at a copy of the birth certificate they had at my school, and it wasn’t real. He said I wasn’t adopted. They just drew a picture of a birth certificate and said it was mine. He said that the reason they did that was because they loved me very much and had always wanted a little boy."
Judge Kramer stopped the tape and backed it up to listen to the last exchange again. It was a hell of a way to explain a kidnapping. In spite of everything, he had to admire Dennis Morgan. After what he had seen, this little boy was going to be an annuity for the psychiatrists for the next fifty years. There was no reason to make it worse.
The tape kept running. "Then he told you about your other parents?"
"Yes. Mr. and Mrs. Phillips. They died when I was one."
"And your grandma?"
"I knew about her already, but I didn’t know she had died like all my parents. She had been dead for three years."
"Did Mr. Morgan tell you that she had left you some money?"
"Yeah. He said that when Mr. and Mrs. Phillips died she put all the family money in a big pot and said it could only go to me. And when I was gone she hired a company to take care of the money and keep looking for me forever."
"Did she say what they were called?"
"Trusty."
Judge Kramer prayed that Ambrose wasn’t about to drag an eight-year-old on a field trip through a morass of legal terminology. What could the child possibly know about trustees and executors?
"What happened last week to change that? Did he tell you?"
"He said that the Trusty had gotten tired of looking and waiting, and they were going to say I wasn’t alive anymore. So he called Jane again."
"I’m very curious about this Jane. I understand about Mona. She was your nanny, and she loved you. The lawyer, Mr. Morgan, was a very close friend of Mona’s, right?"
"Yeah. They were going to get married when the people came and got my parents. Then they couldn’t because we’d get caught. That was why he looked so hard to find out where I was really supposed to be—so Mona could go back to being Mona and marry him."
"But why was Jane doing it? Did she know your parents?"
"No. Mona had to tell her about them that time when we went to her house. Mona thought they worked for the government, so the people who hurt them must be spies. It took Jane a long time to find out that my parents didn’t work for the government."
"Then Jane was Mona’s friend?"
"I don’t think so. Dennis was the one who called her."
Judge Kramer could image the F.B.I. agent. He was going to make his career sorting all this out. Not the least interesting question was why a prominent Washington defense attorney had the telephone number of a woman who made people disappear. They would be going over the record of Morgan’s former clients right now to see if there were any on their Most Wanted List.
Even Ambrose seemed to sense that he had crossed the trail of an unfamiliar creature. "The lawyer knew her?" he repeated. "Did he pay her?"
"No. Dennis said he tried, but she had decided that so many people loved me that I must be a fine boy."
"Hmmmm ..."
Judge Kramer had a vision of Ambrose’s raised eyebrows, as he had seen them during cross-examinations.
"Did anybody say anything else about her?"
"Dennis. He said that from then on we had to do everything that Jane said, exactly. It didn’t matter what anybody else said, we should listen to her."
"So she was the boss."
"He said that he had done everything he could to find out things, but the only way to solve this was to walk into court and surprise everybody and say who I was. He said the bad people knew I must be alive, so they would be expecting me to come. Jane was the one who knew how to get us past them."
"So you all took an airplane to California?"
"No. Jane said we had to drive all the way or the bad people might see us. Every day we got a new car. She would go to a place where they rented them, and then drive all day and then leave it and rent another one. Then we were in California."
"What then? Did you stay in a hotel?"
"No. Jane said that if people were after me, they would be watching hotels near the courthouse, because they would be expecting us to do that. So we went to the courthouse right away."
"What time was it?"
"About dinnertime. Jane opened the lock on an office and we stayed there all night. I fell asleep on a couch."
"What happened when you woke up?"
"I heard Dennis come into the office. He had been out in the building by himself. He said they had pulled a trick on us, and now we had to go to a different building. So we ran out and got into our car and drove again. Jane said on the way that it didn’t feel right."
"Did she say anything else?"
"She asked Dennis if there was any way of doing this besides actually showing up in court. Could we call and ask for a delay or something. He said that he didn’t know who was honest and who wasn’t. A phone call wouldn’t stop the case for sure, but it would tell the bad guys I was coming for sure. Then he said if they fooled the judge they could do something that day, right away. I don’t know what. Jane drove for a long time without saying anything. Then she said, ’Is there any way to know what’s in the building?’ "