Part 48 (2/2)
”It's been a couple of weeks. Maybe longer, I'm not sure. I was gone.”
”Is she a student?”
”What did they do to her?”
I hesitated, uncertain how much to reveal. Anna's mood swings made me suspect she was either unstable or taking drugs. She didn't wait for my answer.
”Did they murder her?”
”Who, Anna? Who are 'they'?”
Finally, she looked at me. Her pupils glistened in the artificial light.
”Sandy told me about your conversation. She was right, and she was wrong. There is a group here on campus, but they have nothing to do with Satan. And I have nothing to do with them. Amalie did. She got the job in the counseling center because they told her to.”
”Is that where you met?”
She nodded, ran a knuckle under each eye, and wiped them on her pants.
”When?”
”I don't know. Awhile back. I was pretty b.u.mmed, so I thought I'd try counseling. When I went to the center Amalie always made a point of chatting with me, acting really concerned. She'd never talk about herself or her problems. She really listened to what I had to say. We had a lot in common, so we became friends.”
I remembered Red's words. Recruiters are instructed to learn about potential members, to convince them of their common ground and earn their trust.
”She'd talk about this group she belonged to, said it turned her life around. I finally went to one of the meetings. It was O.K.” She shrugged. ”Someone spoke and we ate and did breathing exercises and stuff. It didn't really grab me, but I went back a couple of times because everyone acted as if they really liked me.”
Love bombing.
”Then they invited me to the country. That sounded cool, so I went. We played games and listened to lectures and chanted and did exercises. Amalie loved it, but it wasn't for me. I thought it was a lot of gobbledygook, but you couldn't disagree. Plus they never left me alone. I wasn't allowed a minute to myself.
”They wanted me to stay for a longer workshop, and when I said no, they got kind of huffy. I had to get pretty b.i.t.c.hy to get a ride back to town. I avoid Amalie now, but I see her from time to time.”
”What's this group called?”
”I'm not sure.”
”Do you think they killed Amalie?”
She wiped her palms on the sides of her thighs.
”There was a guy I met out there. He signed up through a course someplace else. Anyway, after I left he stayed, so I didn't see him for a long time. Maybe a year. Then I ran into him at a concert on ile Notre Dame. We saw each other for a while, but that didn't work out.” Another shrug. ”By then he'd left the group, but he had some spooky stories about what went on. Mostly, he wouldn't talk about it, though. He was pretty freaked.”
”What was his name?”
”John something.”
”Where is he now?”
”I don't know. I think he moved away.” She wiped tears from her lower lashes.
”Anna, is Dr. Jeannotte connected with this group?”
”Why do you ask that?” Her voice broke on the last word. I could see a small blue vein pulsing in her neck.
”When I first met you, in her office, you seemed very nervous around Dr. Jeannotte.”
”She's been wonderful to me. She's a lot better for my head than meditation and heavy breathing.” She snorted. ”But she's also demanding, and I worry all the time that I'll mess up.”
”I understand you spend a lot of time with her.”
Her eyes went back to the skeletons. ”I thought you were concerned about Amalie and these dead people.”
”Anna, would you be willing to talk to someone else? What you've told me is important, and the police will definitely want to follow up on it. A detective named Andrew Ryan is investigating these homicides. He's a very kind man, and I think you'll like him.”
She gave me a confused look and whipped hair behind both ears.
”There's nothing I can tell you. John could, but I really don't know where he's gone.”
”Do you remember where this seminar took place?”
”Some kind of farm. I rode in a van and didn't pay much attention because they had us playing games. Coming back, I just slept. They kept us up a lot and I was exhausted. Except for John and Amalie, I never saw any of them again. And now you say she's-”
Downstairs a door opened, then a voice rolled up the stairs.
”Who's there?”
”Great. Now I'll lose the key,” Anna whispered.
”Are we not supposed to be here?”
”Not exactly. When I stopped working in the museum I just sort of kept the key.”
Terrific.
”Go along with me,” I said, rising from the bench.
”Is someone there?” I called out. ”We're here.”
Footfalls on the stairs, then a security guard appeared in the doorway. His knitted cap stopped just above his eyes, and a water-soaked parka barely covered his paunch. He was breathing hard, and his teeth looked yellow in the violet light.
”Oh, G.o.d, are we glad to see you.” I overacted. ”We were sketching Odocoileus virginia.n.u.s Odocoileus virginia.n.u.s and lost track of time. Everyone left early because of the ice, and I guess they forgot about us. We got locked in.” I gave a silly-me smile. ”I was about to call security.” and lost track of time. Everyone left early because of the ice, and I guess they forgot about us. We got locked in.” I gave a silly-me smile. ”I was about to call security.”
”You can't be in here now. The museum's closed,” he rasped.
Obviously my performance had been wasted.
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