Part 86 (1/2)
been in all the papers, and still cropped up from time to time, perhaps
because the police had never solved the case.
His father's case, Michael recalled.
That had been the year Michael had been named MVP on his Little League
team. And his father had missed most of the games. And a lot of
dinners.
It had been a long time ago, Michael mused, but he wondered if his
father ever thought about Brian McAvoy and his dead son. Or the little
girl who had taken the picture. Some people said that she'd seen what
had happened to her brother and had gone crazy. But she hadn't looked
crazy when Michael had met her. He remembered her only vaguely as a
slight girl with pale hair and big sad eyes. And a soft, prettily
accented voice, he recalled now. A voice a lot like her father's.
Poor kid, he thought as he placed the ta.s.sel over the snapshot. He
wondered what had ever happened to her.
EMmA COULDN'T BELIEVE her time was almost up. In less than a week she
would head back to New York and Saint Catherine's. true, she missed
Marianne. It would take weeks for them to talk through all the things
that had happened over the summer. The best summer of her life, even
though they'd only spent two weeks of it in New York.
They'd flown to London to film part of a recording session for a new
doc.u.mentary, and had had tea at the Ritz just as she and Bev had so many
years before. She'd been able to spend time with Johnno and Stevie and
P.M., listening to them play, eating fish and chips in the kitchen while
they discussed their next alb.u.m.
She'd taken rolls of pictures and could hardly wait to store them in her