Part 33 (1/2)

I showed Caroline the tape of the fight between Linda and Wolfgang. It started as a shouting match, then escalated to Wolfgang making a grab for her, then Linda sprinting to the bedroom where she locked herself inside and threatened to call the police.

”If you touch me, I'll do it,” she screamed. ”And if you ever f.u.c.king hit me again, I'll kill you. I'll kill you, you f.u.c.king lunatic. You stay away from me, you piece of s.h.i.+t.” Then Linda started crying, and Wolfgang stalked out of the house, first hurling a lamp against the wall on his way. I heard a car engine starting, then a screech of tires as he took off. The tape skipped forward, showing Linda cautiously exiting the bedroom, then peeking outside to the drive, then also leaving the house in her car. The tape skipped forward again, showing Wolfgang's return hours later, then a call to Linda on his cell, apologizing, begging her to come back, crying himself, promising not to ever, ever hurt her again, that he was sorry, sorry, so sorry....

Later on, after I left Caroline's, I called Linda. She was working out with Wolfgang in their private gym. She couldn't have sounded happier.

Chapter 22.

Trevor wasn't home when I returned from Caroline's, and that was good. I had no idea how I was going to hide the way I was feeling right now. According to his message on my cell, he'd be home on time tonight, by six. But I was ready for a last minute excuse. If he did call, I'd act the part of gullible wife, say I understood the delay, then hope Sue would finally get the goods on film and put an end to any remaining doubts.

Annabelle met me at the door, my faithful Annabelle. I stooped to pet her, then brought from the closet the warm wool holiday coat I'd bought for her, red with tiny gold jingle bells attached. She squirmed as I snapped her in, but her tail was wagging, knowing we'd be taking our usual walk around the neighborhood.

Lights were coming on in the houses, and I was able to see Christmas trees s.h.i.+mmering in the windows, and reindeer posed mid-prance in the yards. Usually it made me smile. Now I felt dead.

Annabelle stopped to nose around a bush, preparing to provide extra fertilizer. I'd been going over and over what Craig had told me, what Kelly had written, trying to pull this stubborn rabbit out of the hat. Kelly had left clues for us to find, hidden in a nook here, a cranny there, just in case her worst fears were realized. How I wished she could speak to me now, tell me what I needed to know.

I looked up to the heavens, at the slate gray sky and scudding clouds overhead. I'd been feeling her presence more and more these last few days, drifting at the edge of my thoughts. Perhaps she was trying to lead me to the truth, set my feet in the right direction, if only I would listen.

Oh, Kelly, please help me. I miss you so. Are you somewhere up there, baby? Looking down on me now? What is it you want me to know? I'm listening. I'm here, and I'm listening. You can tell me, whatever it is. No matter what happened back then, don't worry. I love you and I forgive you. I forgave you a long time ago....

I fell asleep on the couch after the walk, Annabelle near me, curled against my stomach. I didn't wake until the headlights of Trevor's Cadillac flashed alongside the house as he pulled up the drive. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and stumbled to the kitchen. The clock read six-fifteen.

I heard Trevor's footsteps cross the tile floor, then he called out my name, coming up behind me as I stood at the counter. Frigid cold wafted off his clothes. He hugged me, and I s.h.i.+vered.

”How's my Gwyn?” he said, kissing me on the back of the head. ”I'm home on time. Did you notice? Just like I said I would be.”

”Guess I didn't believe you. I don't have anything planned for dinner.” I shrugged away from him.

”I'm not hungry, not right now. Maybe we can order a pizza. Or go out.”

”Maybe.”

He pulled me around to face him, his eyes large and dark like liquid black b.u.t.tons. It was then that it hit me, like an electric shock. What Kelly had meant by the initials T.D. ”Oh,” I said, my heart revving so fast I could barely think.

”What?”

”I just remembered ... something. I was supposed to call Caroline. She asked me to call ... about.... I don't know. I'd better go call her.”

”Sure.” He seemed slightly confused.

I felt him watching as I bypa.s.sed the kitchen phone and fled down the hall to my studio.

Oh, please be home, Caroline, please.

”Hey,” she said, ”what's up?”

”I need a favor. Can you meet me at the old house-right now? I don't want to go there alone and I left some wallpaper samples I need. I'd go by myself, but you said-”

”What's going on? Is something wrong? Is Trevor there?”

”Yes.”

”Sure, I can meet you. Nate's here too. We'll both go. But wait a few minutes before you leave. Give us time to check out the house.”

”Trevor,” I yelled as I ran back down the hall and grabbed my coat. ”I'm going over to Care's. She wants to show me something. I won't be long. Do you want me to stop for pizza on the way home?”

He came up behind me as I was about to escape through the side door. ”You're leaving? But I just got home. What's the big rush?”

”I don't know. It's Care. She's excited. She wants me to see something she bought. I won't be long. I'll get the pizza.”

”Don't bother. We can get it later.”

Nate's squad car was parked in the drive when I pulled up. Caroline sat alone in the pa.s.senger seat. She waved me over. A few seconds later, Nate, carrying a big flashlight, emerged from around the back of the house. He gave the two of us a nod and we followed him inside.

I walked directly to the kitchen and scooped the bag of samples off the kitchen table.

”So, is that everything?” Caroline asked.

”No, just one more thing.” I headed for the bas.e.m.e.nt, flipping on the light at the top of the stairs as I started down.

”Wait,” she said. ”Wait for us.”

I began searching through the cardboard boxes containing Kelly's belongings, tearing the boxes open and pulling stuff out.

”What are you looking for?” Care asked.

”I want to find a teddy bear we used to have. I need it for a painting I'm doing, kind of a Christmas thing.”

”A teddy bear? Couldn't you just buy another one?”

”No, this one is special.”

Caroline helped me rummage through the boxes, and then Nate.

”How big is it?” Care asked. ”Little or medium sized?”

”Kind of medium,” I said. ”Like this.” I pulled it out.

It reminded me of a teddy bear corpse, sealed in plastic as it was. I unzipped the bag and reached inside, relieved to find the old bear dry and unharmed. I stared into its round black b.u.t.ton eyes. ”We can leave now.”

When they'd turned their backs and started for the stairs, I pressed on the bear's stomach, and thought I felt something.

We met at the top and Caroline gave me an odd look, knitting her brows. ”Are you not telling me something? You seem awfully nervous.”

I shook my head. ”Can't talk about it now.”

I thanked them both for helping me out, then hurried home. I left the bear outside in the Jeep. I'd finish my examination of it once Trevor wasn't around.