*mild profanity, adult themes
Once upon a time there was a wonderful series of books owned by Golden West. All was right with the world. One day, they decided to stop publishing this series and darkness swept over the land. Luckily, the fairy princess Zap provided a magical kingdom in which new stories were blessed and welcome. Gee Im sorry, but no suing for copyright infringement is allowed in this heavenly place. So there!
Universe Notes: This story takes place approximately 4 years after Secrets.
The title is "borrowed" from a Billie Holliday song I love.
Thanks to Kate for all her encouragement and advice on the joys of writing two stories at once (the other one is at The Other Side), and a big thanks for her all-powerful, patent-pending suck-o-meter (I send her a chapter, she lets me know if it sucks!) I take full responsibility, however, for the contents of this story I like to call
A big "Thank You" to my friend Vicki, who spent many years working in the Santa Clara County Juvenile Hall, for answering my question, "When somebody comes in, do they get any counseling?" Sadly, the answer is no. Unbelievably, there are no psychologists on staff, and there are no programs in place to deal with the inevitable mental issues kids in trouble are facing (big time family problems mostly. Dont even get me started on how horrible some of those parents are! I used to be the clerk for the Electronic Monitoring Program.) And as Vicki put it, "I did what I could, but Im an AOJ majorwhat do I know about counseling kids?" Yikes.
God Bless the Child
by
Mary
Chapter One
Dan Mangan made his way along the well-beaten trail from Mr. Maypennys cabin to Jim and Trixies house, hoping that the coffee was on and that they were in the mood for company. It was a beautiful fall morning in the woods just outside of the small town of Sleepyside-on-the-Hudson, but he hardly noticed as he walked along, deep in thought. I should be happy. Ive finally been promoted to Detective, which is what I thought I wanted. So why am I so miserable? He thought he knew the answer, but what he didnt know was what he was going to do about it. He had worked so hard to get where he was atwas it important that he actually like it too?
"Im not the kind of girl, who gives up just like that, oh noooooooo!"
He grinned as he heard the sound of Trixie singing at the top of her lungs, her voice floating into his ears with the fragrant, crisp air. He rapped once on the door that led into the kitchen, opened it and called, "Yoo hoo!"
Trixie walked away from the stove, turning the radio down. "Hey," she greeted him, returning to her pan of scrambled eggs, sprinkling shredded cheese with one hand, stirring with the other.
"My, dont you look domestic!" he bantered, helping himself to the longed for coffee. He sat at the table and looked around the cheery kitchen with appreciation. It was not unlike the kitchen at Crabapple Farm, Trixies childhood home.
"Yeah, yeah. Its not like Im wearing a frilly apron and high heeled pumps." She was about as far from June Cleaver as she could get in sweats and a What, Me Worry? tee shirt, her hair falling in damp curls onto her shoulders. She grinned over her shoulder. "Besides, and dont let this get out, cooking relaxes me," she admitted.
"No!"
"Make yourself useful and set the tablethis is almost done."
"Yes maam," he said, feeling himself relax at the familiarity of the scene. He liked having such good friends as his closest neighbors, especially Trixie, who he always felt he could tell anything to. His best friend was her look-alike brother Mart, but sometimes it was just easier to talk to a female. Besides, she had his number, always had, ever since the day he first came to Sleepyside to live. He tried to impress everyone with tall tales of avoiding arrest, but she just gave him that look, the same look she still sometimes gave him today. "Wheres the family?" he asked as he laid down four plates on the table, referring to her husband Jim and their three year old daughter Katy.
"Oh, they rode Jupiter to Mr. Lytells to get the paper. They should be back any minute."
"I cant believe shes not afraid of that horse." Jupiter was Jims enormous black gelding. Even though he was growing milder as he aged, Dan would never consider trying to ride him.
Trixie set the platter of bacon in the middle of the table, the smell making his mouth water. "I know; shes not afraid of him at all. She loves itRegan says shes a natural," she said, referring to Dans uncle, Bill Regan, who was an expert in all things horse related. "He usually doesnt start lessons on anybody under the age of four, but he says hell make an exception in this case." She studied Dans face as he chewed on a piece of bacon, wondering what was making him so depressed this morning. "Whats up?" she asked abruptly.
Dan almost choked. He swallowed, saying teasingly, "Cant a guy just freeload off his neighbors without the third degree?" He sighed at her look. "All rightIm secretly in love with you and Im hoping youll consider running off to the Caribbean Islands with me."
"Or maybe, youre not too sure about this whole detective thing, and youre kind of freaking out." She smiled at his look of surprise. "Cmon Dan, its a no-braineryouve only been doing it for three months, its gotta be a rough adjustment and you walk in here looking all intense like Samuel L. Jackson when he decides hes going to give up being a hitman and walk the earth."
Dan laughed. "Okay, caught. I am having all these thoughts about my job. It just isnt how I thought it would be."
Trixie shook her head. "Im starting to think that nothing ever is," she replied sympathetically. Dan was about to reply when the door opened again, admitting a tall, red-haired man and a long-legged little girl with strawberry blonde ringlets.
"Food thank God. Im starving," Jim said, tossing the paper on the counter, carefully setting Katy down, smiling as she made a beeline for Dan. "What is this power you have over women?" he greeted Dan as he sat across from him.
"I drove the horse!" she announced, lifting her arms up so he could pick her up.
"You know whats great about little kids?" Dan asked, settling her on his lap, dropping a kiss on her cheek. "They dont waste time wondering if theyll be rejected, or wondering what it all means. If they want to be held, they just hold up their arms and voila! Theyre so trusting."
"Unless, of course, theyre given a reason not to be," Jim said, thinking about the history of some of the students at his school. Ten Acres Academy was a school for homeless boys that Jim founded with money that grew from the inheritance he received from his great uncle. And while some of them had parents who once cared for them, many of them had never been given any kind of affection. "But we sure dont have that problem here," he added wryly, thinking about the many people in Katys life. He had wondered if the outpouring of love that greeted the first grandchild on both sides, not to mention first niece for his sister and three brothers-in-law, would spoil her, but so far she seemed remarkably unaffected.
As if reading his mind, Trixie added, "I was actually worried that shed become too self-centered from all the attention. I was glad when Diana had twin boys last yearit took some of the heat off!" She smiled thinking about her two, dark-haired nephews. They had her brother Marts blue eyes, but otherwise they were pure Diana.
"How are Han and Luke?" Dan asked, bouncing Katy on his knee.
"Peter and David are fine," Trixie said, grinning. "Youd better not let Di hear you call them that!" When the boys were first born, Mart tried in vain to get Diana to agree to naming them after the two Star Wars heroes, but settled for naming them after each grandfather. "I cant believe Mart was serious." She started serving steaming scrambled eggs to each of them.
"But it would have been so cool," Dan said, setting Katy down on her own chair.
"Han Belden? Im sorry, but that sounds ridiculous," Jim said, scooping a forkful of eggs into his mouth. "Hans the kind of name that only goes with Solo!"
"But Luke Belden has a nice ring to it," Dan mused. "Maybe they should have named them Luke and Lando "
"Ughh, sounds like a circus act!" Trixie protested.
They all laughed, enjoying each others company, Dan feeling better than he had all week. He was glad hed decided to stop by. If nothing else, he had friends, and really, who could ask for anything more? "Whats on the agenda today?"
"The agenda is not to have an agenda," Trixie answered firmly. "Today I want a boring life. Im planning on reading the paperthats about as far as Ive gotten." She and Honey had just finished a complicated case for one of their steady attorney clients and agreed not to set foot in the office for a few days. She smiled at everyone. "Thats the beauty of having yourself for a boss. Im officially declaring mysteries off limits for awhile."
Jim and Dan laughed. "Until you happen onto one, you mean," Jim teased, laying his hand on her knee under the table. Trixie smiled but didnt deny it.
"Well, I wish I could join you in doing nothing, but Ive got to get to work," Dan said, his face unconsciously sobering at what he had to do today. This is not why I became a cop, he thought. He slowly became aware that both Jim and Trixie were regarding him. "So long," he said, hastily standing up, tweaking Katys nose, making a fast exit before anyone could ask him what was wrong. "Thanks for breakfast," he called over his shoulder, closing the door behind him.
Trixie sighed. "Well, you were more right than you knewI have found a new mystery. Two new mysteries, if you want to know the truth." Her face was thoughtful as she leaned across the table to wipe egg off Katys chin before she ran into the next room. "That girl must have an internal timer that lets her know when Rug Rats is coming on!"
"Like you ever miss X-Files," Jim responded. He sandwiched her hand between his. "And what mysteries are cooking in that curly head of yours?
"Number one, the mystery of the bummed out neighbor, starring our own Dan Mangan as the man who got what hes always wanted and now isnt sure he likes it."
Jim was nodding. "Yeah, I get the feeling that Dans going through some kind of career crisis too. But whats the other one?"
Trixie looked at him seriously, saying slowly, "The mystery of the sad sister-in-law." She was very worried about her best friend and co-owner of the Belden-Wheeler Detective Agency. Unlike Dan, Trixie knew that Honey loved her work as much as she did. But like Dan, shed been quiet and troubled lately.
"Honey? Whats going on?" Jim asked, immediately worried about his only sister. "Has something happened?"
"Thats why its a mysteryI dont know that anything has happened. She just isnt acting like her normal happy self. Shes been very quiet and distracted lately, but whenever I ask her if anything is bothering her, she always says no. But I know something is. I just know it." Her tone reflected her inner worry, her blue eyes troubled.
"Just keep bugging her. If anyone can get her to open up its you," Jim said, handing her the paper after removing the sports section for himself.
"Thanks I think," she said, smiling wryly. They read in companionable silence for awhile, the sun shining through the windows with more light than warmth, but the day still stunningly gorgeous. After I read the paper, Ill see if everybodys up for a long walk through the woods, she thought, idly skimming over the world events that seemed to get more and more alarming all the time. She moved onto the local section, a name from the past suddenly leaping out at her. Wow, can she even be old enough to be a lawyer? she thought as she read the article quickly, the subject matter filling her with equal parts fascination and horror.
Jim noticed her enthralled expression and silently groaned to himself. He knew that look. It was the same look she always got when she started on the trail of a new mystery. Make that three, he thought, gearing himself up for the unknown. Life with Trixie was many things, but boring sure wasnt one of them!
Chapter Two
Trixie, never taking her eyes off of the newspaper, reached for her coffee cup, her hand making a tentative spidery movement when she didnt make the expected contact. She finally looked up to find Jim slowly sliding the cup away from her hand, an amused expression in his eyes.
"Youre worse than Mart sometimes," she said indulgently, retrieving her cup.
"Whats got you so interested? And do I really want to hear this story?" Jim asked. "I thought you wanted a boring life," he reminded her, a fond smile letting her know that he didnt really mind, was interested in whatever had her interested.
"This doesnt have anything to do with my boring life," Trixie replied, smiling herself. "But it is kind of mysterious," she finished enthusiastically, eliciting a slight groan from her husband.
"Ill bitejust what is so mysterious?" Katys laugh drifted in from the other room and Trixies smile faded as she answered his question.
"Well, its more sad than mysterious, actually. A baby has been taken away from his mother, who is under the suspicion of child endangerment."
Jim was noddingin his line of work hed heard it all. It never got any easier, but he was rarely surprised anymore either. "And ?" he said, sensing there was much more to it. His suspicion was confirmed when Trixie continued
"The Attorney Generals office has the case now, because the DA has thrown it out for lack of evidence. And youll never guess who is in charge of the case." Trixie paused for effect. "Joeanne Darnell!" she said, her blue eyes still surprised. She had kept in sporadic touch with her over the years, but what with mysteries to solve, college to attend and a child to raise, it had been awhile since shed heard anything about the young woman. Even with email, how is it that its so damn hard to stay in touch with people? she thought regretfully. She had always liked Joeanne.
"Joeanne Darnell! That cant beshes not old enough to be a lawyer, let alone work for the Attorney Generals Office." Jim remembered a scrawny black-haired girl he had met when he ran away from Sleepyside, a serious-eyed girl who seemed much older than 11 years
"Thats what I was thinking too! But the article goes on to say that shes the youngest member in the history of that office. And the last time we heard anything about her, she was attending law school. It has to be her!" Trixie concluded earnestly.
"What else does it say?" Jim asked, gesturing towards the paper.
"That the baby was first taken away because he failed to thrive, but the DAs office wasnt able to build a solid case. The baby was about to be returned when the youngest member in the history of the White Plains Attorney General Office took over the case." Trixie set the paper down and shook her head. "Boy, thats a serious accusation. I hope Joeanne knows what shes doing. If shes wrong she could do irreparable harm to that mother, not to mention the baby." She tried to imagine somebody taking Katy away from her and couldntit was simply unthinkable.
Jim looked thoughtful. "Joeanne is not somebody who would take a step like that lightly. Shes far too serious and careful, not to mention responsible."
"On the other hand, she did run away that time. How serious, careful and responsible is that?" Trixie stated, forgetting in her enthusiasm for the subject that Jim had done the same thing, long ago.
Jim suddenly laughed. "Lets not forget a certain person in this room ran away a couple of times!" he reminded her, a teasing glint lighting up the green of his eyes. "Besides, youre always telling me that being too responsible isnt good for you." He knew he had a tendency to be far too serious, but Trixie usually saved him from becoming a complete bore. It was because of meeting her that he rediscovered the simple joys of lifea swim in the lake, a horseback ride through the preserve, a barbecue with friends. Before that, hed been worked half way to death by his tyrannical stepfather, and between that and school, hed forgotten what having fun was like until he ran away to Sleepyside, looking for his great uncle. His uncle died before he got to meet him, but instead he found the love of his life and his sister, and his life was never the same
"Thats differentyou didnt have a choice," Trixie exclaimed, not liking to think about why. She had long grown to accept the depth of her seemingly endless hatred for Jims stepfather. Even though the rational part of her understood the danger in hating somebody, her heart would not consider the possibility of forgiveness.
Jim had to smile at the fiercely protective tone of her voice. "Of course I had a choiceI was just young and stupid back then," he said gently, laying his hand on top of hers and giving it a squeeze.
To her complete surprise she felt her eyes fill up with tears. "You were never stupid," she replied, standing up and beginning to clear the table, her movements brisk and business-like until she felt steady again. "Stubborn Ill buy, but stupid? Never!" she said, her voice back to normal again as she loaded the dishwasher at breakneck speed.
"Wheres the fire?" Jim asked, following her lead and adopting a more casual tone. He knew that Trixie hated when she fell apart, and over the years hed come to accept that it was just her way to pretend that she wasnt upset. Since she always shared the big stuff with him, he didnt consider it worth getting into a fight over. As he was always telling his students, it was important to pick your battles.
She turned on the dishwasher before answering, brushing her hands briskly. "Well you knowwipe it off now or chip it off later!" She grinned at his look of pain. "Besides, I feel like bundling up and going for a long walk; what do you think?"
Jim stood up and walked over to her, drawing her close. "I think if I fall any more in love with you theyre going to have to administer oxygen," he said, kissing her neck, pressing into her so that the backs of her thighs made contact with the throbbing heat of the dishwasher.
"Smooth talker," she whispered, closing her eyes, tilting her head back to give him better access. She was suddenly and completely aroused, the newspaper article and Jims stepfather thoroughly wiped out of her mind as she arched up into him, his mouth capturing hers as she let out a soft moan. Things were just starting to get interesting when a sixth sense let Trixie know they werent alone. A little voice confirmed it.
"Mommy? I want to go outside," Katy said, tugging at her sweatpants. Trixie looked down into green eyes shaped just like hers.
"Little monkey! Fifteen hours of labor and this is the thanks I get?" Trixie replied, smiling ruefully down at her. Katy had just turned three, but her little personality was firmly in place already, and like both parents, she didnt like staying indoors for very long.
Katy merely grinned, wrapping her arms around Trixies leg, wholly sure of herself.
"If she wants a little sister so bad, shes sure going about it the wrong way," Jim whispered suggestively, causing Trixie to let out an unladylike snort of laughter. He bent down and scooped Katy up with one arm. "Get your jacket and well go sploring, as your Uncle Bobby used to say," he told her, kissing her cheek and setting her back down, smiling as she ran out of the room. "Have you ever noticed that kids never walk?" he mused. Before Trixie could answer, he pulled her back into his arms. "Now, where were we?"
Before their lips could meet the phone rang, startling them apart. "Geez, I guess the universe has spoken!" Trixie teased, biting back a laugh at the look of thwarted lust on Jims face. She took a brief moment to thank God that he still looked at her that way after all these years before picking up the phone.
"Hello?"
The voice on the other end was tense. "Trixie? Its Joeanne. Joeanne Darnell."
Chapter 3
Trixie was so surprised she was unable to speak for a moment.
"This IS Trixie, isnt it?" Joeannes voice sounded agitated, as if she couldnt take one more surprise.
Trixie recovered her voice. "Yes! Im sorry, you just surprised me, Joeanne!" Jim started at the name, exchanging an incredulous glance with Trixie. "How are you? God, its been awhile. I just read about you in the paper!" She couldnt seem to stop the stream of exclamations that were pouring out of her mouth. She pressed the phone between her ear and Jims so he could hear too.
Joeanne let out a throaty chuckle. "Its been too long," she agreed, her voice sounding more relaxed. "Its so good to hear your voice, and I want to get completely caught up with you and Jim and Honey, but " she broke off. Trixie could hear her voice catch a little, then heard a deep breath. "Damn it, I know Im coming across as some kind of lunatic "
"Joeanne, theres no way I want to have the kind of conversation we need to have on the phone. Lets get togetherIll call Honey and "
"Oh Trix, youre a mind reader. I do need to see you. And Honey. Im at my wits end, but I dont want to go into it over the phone. I know its asking a lot, but could we meet today?"
"Its not asking a lotwed love to see you. Do you want to come for dinner?"
There was a silence. Jim and Trixie looked at each other, concern in their eyes. This was not the calm and collected girl they rememberedJoeanne sounded like she was under a terrible strain, almost as if she could burst into tears at any moment. Trixies heart went out to the young woman.
"Jo ?" Trixie said gently.
"There is nothing Id like more than to come over. You know Ive never even met your little girl; Ive only seen pictures? But Trixie, what I need to talk to you about, well "
Trixie understood immediately. "Youre talking to a woman who spent years talking in code at the dinner table because of a certain younger brother!"
Joeannes laugh was relieved. "Thanks for understanding. I wish this could be a social visit, but to be perfectly honest, what I really need right now are the services of the Belden-Wheeler Detective Agency."
Trixie couldnt stop the tingle of excitement that shot up her spine, signaling the start of a new mystery. Her desire for a boring life long forgotten she replied, "Say no more."
Jim gave a wry smile. "I guess that leaves me out!" he jested into his side of the phone.
"Jim! Oh man, I do want to see you. Dont do this to me!" It was obvious that Joeanne felt like a burden had been lifted and she was once more among friends. Jim wondered just what was going on, but decided to do the gallant thing.
"Dont worry about a thing, Joeanne. Meet with my better half, get whatever mess youre in straightened out and then come to dinner and tell me how you managed to get on with the Attorney Generals Office when youre only 23 years old."
"Ill be 24 next month!" Joeanne exclaimed, but there was a hint of laughter in her voice. "Youre not the only over-achiever in the world, you know!" Like Jim, she had skipped a few grades along the way, as well as finishing college, then law school, early.
Trixie and Joeanne quickly made arrangements to meet at a quiet bistro in White Plains in a few hours, Trixie hoping that she could get a hold of Honey in time.
"You dont know what this means to me," Joeanne said, her voice deeply grateful.
Trixie could feel herself reddeningit always embarrassed her to be thanked so profusely. "You may be sorry you ever got us involved," she said, deflecting her gratitude.
Joeanne laughed, a warm sound that made whoever was hearing it want to laugh too. In spite of what she read in the paper, Trixie found herself very much looking forward to seeing her again. "Dont forgetIve seen you and Honey in action first hand. Theres nobody else Id rather have on my side. But Jim, if youre still listening, I could have done without the crappy haircut!"
The three of them burst out laughing. Years ago, while on the run from his stepfather, Jim had come across Joeanne in the woods of upstate New York, her long hair hopelessly tangled in a bush. The only way to get her free was to chop off her pigtail with his pocketknife, leaving poor Joeanne with hair as short as a boys, not to mention horribly uneven.
"If you kept your hair short like mine, you wouldnt have been in that predicament!" Jim chuckled. What a mess that had been!
They made their good-byes, Trixie quickly hanging up before she could thank her again. "Whew! Can you believe that?" she exclaimed, leaning against the kitchen counter.
Jim was shaking his head. "After all these years, I dont know why I still get surprised when things like this happen," he said, putting her hands on her shoulders. He started laughing again, thinking about Joeannes hair. "God, poor Joeanne she really did look awful. Even after Mrs. Smith evened it out." Mr. and Mrs. Smith owned the farm where Jim and Joeanne ended up staying at, Joeanne and her family continuing to live there after Jim returned to Sleepyside with Trixie and Honey.
Trixie smiled, remembering Joeanne looking just like a skinny little boy, but mostly remembering how incredibly happy she was to have found Jim safe and sound at the Smiths farm. Wanting to avoid any further waterworks, she said, "You know, as long as Ive known you, your hair has always been short. Dont you ever feel like going a little wild and growing it long?" Her voice was teasing as she circled her arms around his waist.
Jim grinned. "You know, my real parents were considered hippies, but my Dad always had short hair too. And I can still hear his words of advice on the subject. Whenever Id complain about getting my hair cut, hed always say, son, Ive got just two words for youRaggedy Andy!"
Trixie laughed until she could hardly breathe, the mental image almost undoing her. Ive got to tell Honey this oneshe hasnt laughed for days. "Honey! Ive got to call Honey," she gasped suddenly. She lifted her hands and let them drop. "So much for us taking some time off."
Jim shook his head. "You would have been miserable anyway, shamus. Didnt you tell me once you get cranky if you dont have a mystery to investigate?"
Trixie batted her eyelashes and assumed an innocent air. "Why ah nevah get cranky!" she replied in her best Scarlett OHara accent. She was spared his reply by Katy running back into the kitchen letting them know in no uncertain terms that shed been waiting forever and couldnt they just please get going?
Trixie bent down and zipped her jacket up. "I can walk with you for a little while, but then I have to go help an old friend, okay sweetie?"
"Okay," Katy said agreeably. Although she had a fine little temper, an inevitable genetic inheritance from both parents, to Trixies relief she was a lot more reasonable than her Uncle Bobby had been as a child. Trixie shuddered as she remembered a few of Bobbys more spectacular tantrums. Babysitting him had been one of her chores as a teenager, and it was often harder than all of her other chores put together.
She grabbed her jacket out of the hall closet, snagging her cellphone so she could call Honey and fill her in as they walked. I wonder why Joeannes so upset, and I wonder what she needs Honey and I to do? Her mind drifted back to their phone conversation as they made their way out the door, heading down a trail that soon took them into the stunning woods of the preserve. She had the suddenly uneasy feeling that whatever it was, it was not going to be easy.
***
Once upon a time Trixie and Honey had found the owners sisteras a result, they were always given the royal highness treatment at Jacks Bistro. Joeanne Darnell was quietly amused at the quick way they were seated, despite the rather large Saturday lunch crowd, at a private table located in a discreet alcove. The dark wood and luminous lighting soothed her nerves, the white tablecloths, pretty tableware and fresh flowers only adding to the pleasing ambience.
"Apparently, you ladies have this town in your pocket," Joeanne said, her eyebrows lifting as she took a sip of ice water. She set the crystal goblet down. "I mean, theres lemon in the water and everything!" She smiled at the two women; privately a little awed at the obvious respect they generated. Sure wish I could get some of that, she thought wistfully, then pushed the thought to the back of her mind. This was no time to feel sorry for herself. And anyway, respect was earned.
"Joeanne, you look positively wonderful," Honey said, an admiring expression flitting across her expressive face as she took in the smooth black hair cut in a chin length bob, large, almond shaped dark eyes and slim figure. Her detectives eye also noticed the fatigue shadowing her features and the way her nails were chewed down to the quick. Far more patient than her best friend and business partner, Honey made up her mind to let the events unfold, sure that all would eventually be revealed.
The young woman grinned, her face momentarily losing its worried look. "Well, when you start out skinny as a rake with wiry hair, one can only go up!"
The three women chatted as they looked over the menu, giving each other the condensed version of their lives. Joeanne sighed as she closed her menu. "I wish we could just spend all day talking about what weve been doing, but "
Trixie closed her own menu with a snap. "Obviously, with you living in White Plains, weve got plenty of time for that. Lets order and then you can let us know what you need us to do." Her obvious support made Joeanne feel for the first time that she might actually be able to handle what was coming. The attentive waiter, noticing that the menus had been laid aside, quickly took their orders and left.
Honey took a notebook out of her purse and they gazed at Joeanne expectantly, their alert expressions and just the fact that they were taking her seriously, lifting her spirits.
"Youve both read the newspaper article?" she began. At their nods of confirmation, she continued, "Then Ill just get right down to what I need. The trial starts in only a weekIm going to be up to by eyeballs preparing for it, and theres only so much I can do. I need private investigators to dig up whatever dirt they can on the mother. Talk to doctors, nurses, neighbors, anybody who has ever known her. Find out whatever you can that may be relevant." She broke off, her face tightening. "Right now, Ive just got nothing. Even the district attorney wont touch it."
Honey phrased the question as delicately as she knew how. "Then why are you touching it? Joeanne, if were going to help you, we need to know." Trixie silently applauded Honeys usual gift for smooth tact. The question was so gently asked. Honey leaned forward and lightly touched Joeannes arm.
"I know it sounds like a witch hunt. They they didnt really want the case either. They threw it to the new kid because they dont take it seriously."
"But you do," Trixie said flatly. It was not a question.
"Yes," Joeanne replied softly, a haunted look in her eyes. She was silent as unbidden memories suffused her, almost overwhelming her with their intensity. She ruthlessly pushed them back into the dark. "I visited the baby in the hospital and talked to the mother. Something just isnt right. And ever since Sammys been in the hospital and away from his mother, hes improved. Hes only six months oldhe deserves a chance at a good life."
"But couldnt that be just the doctors care?" Trixie asked, her voice calm. She didnt want to be hurtful, but there was a childs life at stake. And understanding the mother-child bond as well as she did, there was no way she could help if she thought it was being compromised.
"Its more than that. Its the way shes acting. Ive been reading up on Maunchausen by Proxy syndrome, and she fits the profile."
Honey, who had minored in Psychology, was nodding. "I remember learning about that in school. Has the court appointed a psychiatrist to meet with her?"
"Yes. Thats how I found out about it." Anticipating Honeys next question, she went on, "And she feels thats what she has. But naturally, the mother hired her own doctor, who says she doesnt."
"Forgive my ignorance, but what in the hell is Munch whatever you just said?" Trixie broke in.
"Do you want the long version or the short version?" Honey asked seriously.
Trixie smiled at her sister-in-law. "Do you even have to ask?"
Honey returned the smile; Trixie disturbed to realize it was the first smile shed seen out of the normally cheerful woman in awhile. Ive just gotta get her to tell me whats wrong!
"The short version it is. Oh, its just awful, Trixie. In a nutshell, its when a mother deliberately keeps her child sick or hurt just to get the attention. It can go on for months or even yearsthe poor child shuttled from doctor to doctor, one illness after the other." Honey shuddered, remembering some of the case stories shed studied at NYU.
Trixie was aghast. "You have got to be kidding. What kind of a sick "
"Thats just it. Sick. Its a mental illness. These women are usually the most charming women in the world. Everybody feels so sorry for them; oh the poor brave mother, shes been so wonderful." Joeannes voice was low with disgust.
Trixie was shaking her head. "Okay, the first thing I need to do is read up on this whatsit. Then I need to visit Sammy and his mother for myself. Im sorry Joeanne, but thats how has to be." Her eyes were gentle, but her voice was firm. Honey echoed her sentiments, hoping that she understood.
She did. "Ladies, I wouldnt have it any other way. If our positions were reversed Id feel exactly the same way. Well head over there as soon as we eat." She gave them a wan smile. "Believe me, we need to keep our strength up." The waiter approached their table, steaming plates expertly balanced in his capable hands. Joeanne bent down quickly, her dark hair swinging in her face as she snapped open her briefcase. She straightened, quickly flicking the errant strands out of her way. "Ill just say one more quick thing." She handed a photograph of a baby to Trixie, who held it so that she and Honey could study it together. The baby was tiny; its little face wrinkled and a bit pinched, obviously a newborn.
"Dont you have a current picture?" Trixie asked. She and Honey gasped in horror at Joeannes reply.
"This is a picture that was taken of Sammy a few weeks ago when he was first brought in to the hospital," she said sadly.
Trixie was silent, hardly noticing the food set before her as she looked at the picture. An image of a robust and healthy Katy at six months floated into her mind and she felt sick, her appetite suddenly gone. Sammy looks even worse than Baby Dodge! she thought, remembering a long ago adventure when her brother Brian found an abandoned baby in Reddys doghouse. Helping reunite this baby with his family was one of the most satisfying mysteries she had ever been involved in. She looked up to find Joeanne studying her, an almost ancient sadness making her eyes look like black holes. I was rightthis isnt going to be easy. And I wonder why Joeanne is taking this case so personally? And whats got Honey so upset? She stared down into her plate, wishing that answers could be ordered just as easily as the chicken Picata she no longer had the appetite to eat.
Chapter 4
"Isnt he beautiful?" Joeanne breathed, reaching into the crib and stroking Sammys downy head gently.
"He sure is," Trixie replied, thankful that he didnt look like the picture Joeanne had just showed them. She glanced at Honey just in time to see a look of sadness drop away from her.
"Very beautiful," Honey murmured.
"Hes doing so wellhes gained 2 pounds this week," the nurse said, smiling at the three women. They had gone to Beth Abraham Hospital on Old Tarrytown Road right after lunch, Trixie assuring Jack that her meal was just fine, she just didnt have the appetite shed had when she ordered it in the first place.
"Thats wonderful," Joeanne said, her voice bright. Sammy gurgled at the sound, arching his back, a plump, toothless smile filling his little face.
"Get away from him. Get away from my son!" Sammys face puckered and he began to cry, his little hands clenching into fists. An attractive woman rushed up to them, her long blonde hair pulled back from her perfectly made up face in a French braid. She reached in and picked the baby up, cuddling him to her. Sammy grabbed at a wisp of hair artfully hanging down and stopped crying. "Thats it, my precious son," she cooed, patting his back. She lowered her voice. "I dont want you touching him!" she hissed at Joeanne, who stood calmly with her hands at her side.
"Debbie, its okayshe wasnt doing anything," the nurse gently interjected. Privately she agreed with Joeanne, but professionally her only duty was to see that Sammy wasnt disturbed, thereby jeopardizing his precarious health. Too many people fail to realize that even the youngest babies easily pick up on the emotions and moods of the people around them.
Joeanne took a deep breath. "Mrs. Lewis, you know that by being here without your social worker, you are violating a court order." She kept her voice low and pleasant.
Deborah Lewis stared at her, gray eyes steely. "I am his mother. He is my child. Nobody has the right to keep us apart. Nobody!"
Trixie and Honey had unobtrusively backed away from the scene and were speaking in whispers. "Honey, I think you should talk to Mrs. Lewis. I need to talk to nurse " she broke off to glance at the nurses nametag, and smiled in spite of herself when she saw the name.
Honey was noddingshe knew her best friend almost as well as she knew herself, knew that Trixie was thinking that her minor in Psychology made her more suited to interviewing this woman. Plus, she was less likely to lose her temper! "I think youre right." She looked Mrs. Lewis. "Should we try to break this up?"
"Lets give it another minute," Trixie responded. They were learning a wealth of information listening to the outraged mother who, Trixie had to admit, did not appear to be anything but very concerned. If it was Katy, and I walked in here seeing some government official touching her, Id have some choice things to say myself, she thought to herself unhappily. She sensed movement behind her, and her sharp eyes caught a glimpse of the back of a dark haired man pulling his head back from the room and striding away. She was torn between following him and staying, finally deciding that what she needed to do here had to take precedence. He probably had the wrong room anyway; Im sure its nothing.
Mrs. Lewis handed the baby to the nurse. "All right. Im going. He feels a bit feverish to meplease check his temperature; theres a good chance he might be slightly dehydrated." Without a backward glance she strode out of the room, Honey following her with a small sigh.
"That was just great," Joeanne murmured as Trixie moved to stand next to her.
"Does she come here often?" Trixie asked the now solemn looking nurse. "By the way, you have the same name as my daughter."
The nurse smiled, the expression belying the years that her steel gray hair indicated. "How interestingyou dont hear the name Katje very often. And to answer your question, shes here everyday."
Joeanne couldnt stop the small gasp of surprise. "Everyday? Is there at least somebody in the room with her?"
Katje sighed. "Im sorry Joeanne, but it just isnt possible. We dont have the manpower. And the court order does specify that shes allowed some visitation rights."
"Supervised visitation rights," Joeanne said firmly. She exchanged a worried glance with Trixie. "Im going to call the Social Worker again. She cant be allowed to be alone with this child. Why cant I make her understand that?" She rubbed the bridge of her nose tiredly.
"Whats going on with the Social Worker?" Trixie asked.
Joeanne lifted her hands and let them drop. "Believe it or not, Mrs. Lewis can be very charming when she wants to be. I mean, heres this beautiful young mother who desperately loves her little boy. And all she wants is to be near him, to protect him " her voice was quietly sarcastic. "The Social Worker thinks that as long as Sammys in a protected environment, then whats the harm in letting a mother spend some time with her own child?"
Trixie was tornon the one hand; the description of the mental disorder Mrs. Lewis allegedly had sent chills down her spine. But on the other hand she again tried to imagine somebody taking Katy away from her, and could not. And Sammy stopped crying as soon as his mother picked him up "It would seem that a hospital is the safest place for Sammy to be," she started weakly.
Joeanne looked at her bleakly. "I hope so. I just hope and pray that nothing else happens to this little guy." She glanced at her watch and her face tightened. "I really have to get goingI cant believe its after three already."
"Go on. If Katjes willing, Id like to discuss the situation," Trixie responded, her glance taking in both women.
"Ive been on since tenits time for my dinner break," the older woman replied with a nod. "We can talk in the cafeteria." Trixie appreciated her no-nonsense toneit reminded her a bit of her old friend Miss Trask, who now lived in New York City.
Joeanne made her good-byes, rushing off into what was left of the afternoon, as Trixie and Katje headed to the cafeteria for what Trixie hoped would be an illuminating conversation. Clearly, Joeanne feels that this action is justified. But I need a lot more information if Im going to start poking around where I might not belong!
* * *
Detective Dan Mangan, undercover, was getting angrier by the second. For the past three months hed done nothing but drug busts, and in his heart of hearts, he felt it was a colossal waste of time and energy, not to mention unnecessarily dangerous. The real criminals were behind the scenes, men of unthinkable power. It was madness to think that arresting local dealers would solve the so-called drug problem. Dan rarely touched anything harder than the occasional beer himself, but to his mind as long as there was demand, there would always be supply. They should just legalize it, and move on to more important issues, he thought tiredly. He knew not everybody shared his viewshis closest friends were very much divided on the subject. He and Jim had decided long ago to agree to disagree, not wanting their respective tempers to get out of hand. But they did agree that kids and drugs are a horrifying combination, and anything they could do to help somebody in that situation, they would do. Which made the job Dan was on today all the more unbearable to him.
"These are kids," he hissed to his new partner, a heavily muscled African-American man roughly the same age as himself, but much taller. At 511" Dan felt almost like a midget next to him. "I didnt much like the idea of this kind of undercover work in the first place, and now this!"
Detective Raymond Carter shrugged his massive shoulders. "Look man, Im not crazy about busting kids either. But they shouldnt be involved in this kind of stuff. And its up to us to get it off the streets." His voice was deep and low as the two men kept a watchful eye on a group of three young people who were waiting for their customers, sprawled oh so casually at an outdoor table of a run down café.
"Oh yeahbusting these three is going to make the streets of White Plains safe for all humanity. Meanwhile, the men who are making most of the profit from this scheme will continue on their merry way, not to mention that these three, after serving a few months in Juvie, will be right back at it." Dan shook his head, as his partner stared at him. "Ray, what were doing isnt helping these kids any. The conditions that put them in this lifestyle arent going to go away just because they spend some time locked up. In fact, theyll only get worse."
Ray nodded. "Im with ya brobut what can we do? We have our orders." He laid a large hand on his partners shoulder briefly before lowering it. "Maybe theyll get some counseling at the Hall "
"No they wont. Theyll get into fights with rival gang members, theyll learn about new higher paying contacts and theyll come out even more screwed up than before."
"Then what is the answer?" Ray asked. He wasnt indifferent to these kids, but unlike Dan, he felt a few months of lost freedom would knock some sense into them.
"These kids have to be shown a different way of life before its too late," Dan answered simply. "Like I was." Ray knew that once upon a time Dan had been a member of a New York City gang, but that was all.
"I dont disagree with you Mangan, but thats not our job. Focus, man!" Ray said urgently. As much as hed grown to like his new partner over the past three months, he wasnt about to jeopardize his position with the White Plains Police Department. He himself had only been a detective for little over a year, and hed worked damn hard to get here.
Dan stood still as the other detectives words clanged around his skull with all the subtlety of an iron bell. Not our job not our job. He had joined the police force with the idea that he could give back some of the help he had gotten. But all his efforts at trying to get a special task force dedicated to helping kids break away from gangs had been fruitless. "Not enough funds in the budget", one Captain had told him. "Not enough manpower," another official had told him. Excuses were all he ever got. But he continued on, doing what he could. And he had helped some break awayusually on his own time. One of the kids he managed to reach even lived at Ten Acres Academy and was doing very well. But his job, the job that took up so much of his time, wasnt really about helping kids like these. It only about putting them away. "Youre right, Ray. Helping those three is not my job," Dan said slowly, meeting his partners gaze.
Raymond Carter understood immediately. "Oh no. No, man. Youve worked too hard to quit now. Dont do anything stupidthink about what youre giving up!" He glanced back over at three boys and gave an ironic chuckle. Apparently they were giving up the late arrivals as no-shows and were moving on, shoving back their chairs with studied casualness and swaggering away. "And anyway, this isnt happening today. Although I suppose we could bust them on the lesser charge of possession ?"
Dan gave a black, bitter smile that gave Ray a sudden chill. "You know the drill. They want to bust them on sellingits a much stronger offense. And the DA is more likely to throw the book at them that way. No, well just leave em alone, secure in the knowledge that theyll be busted in the next few days." He shoved his hands in his pockets, his face grim. "But it wont be by me. Ray, its been an honor working with you, but I cant do this anymore. I wont."
Ray uttered a curse. "Youre an idiot, ya know that bro?" he said angrily. He hadnt been Dans partner for long, but he knew him, knew how hard he worked and what an outstanding cop he was. Hed hate to lose him.
"Ive heard that before," Dan responded wryly.
Rays face broke out in a slow grin. "A stubborn idiot," he said. He punched Dan lightly in one hard bicep. "But a mans got to make up his own mind. And this is not the kind of work to be in if youre heart isnt in it. You could really get hurt that way. And even though I think youre a complete jackass, Id hate to see that happen!"
Dan punched him back, even though it felt exactly like hitting a brick wall, and suddenly they were scuffling like teenagers. "Glad to know youve got my back, bro!" he gasped, ducking his partners playful swing.
"Lets head for the doughnut shop. All this hard works given me an appetite!" Ray said, chuckling. Doughnut shop was code for their favorite local bar and grill, Hendricks. "Ill buy you a beer and talk you out of throwing away your career." He gave his partner one final shove. "Then Ill kick your ass at pool!"
"Well see about that," Dan muttered. He had no doubt that Ray was right about the poolthe man was amazing. But Dan couldnt believe the load that had suddenly lifted from his shoulders at the thought of quitting. Although he had never quit anything in his life, and everybody he knew would no doubt be shocked, the decision felt like a good one. And although it might appear a hasty decision, Dan knew this had been coming on for months, even before he was promoted to detective.
"Youre on," Ray responded as the two men headed for their unmarked car. As they headed for Hendricks, a place that looked like a complete dive but served the best ribs Dan had ever tasted, he almost felt like he could fly. He had enough money in his savings to live on for awhileMr. Maypenny refused to let him pay any rent, and his car, even if it was a little beat up, was completely paid for. His heart felt like it would beat right out of his chest as his future, once seemingly set in stone, suddenly became an unknown; a new mystery as Trixie might say! he thought, settling back in his seat, unrolling the window so the crisp air could wash over him like a benediction.
Chapter 5
It was almost six and quite dark by the time Trixie wearily trudged into her house, her head spinning with everything she had taken in that day. She had much to discuss with Honey, and she was sure Honey had information for her too, but she simply could not take in any more particulars. She tossed her keys on the small table by the door, smiling at the sight of Jim and Katy lying on the floor in front of the fire, Jim using a rolled up blanket as a pillow, Katy using him.
"What are you guys doing down there?" she asked, shrugging out of her jacket, hanging it in the closet. It felt incredibly good to be home where there was love, care and shelter. She gave the dark information filling up her thoughts a firm shove, hoping theyd soon recede into that section of her brain shed labeled work.
"Resting," Jim replied. "Warming up. Wondering where you were." His tone was mild and Trixie was relieved; shed been too busy to call and when she noticed the darkness as she exited the hospital, she was stunned so much time had passed.
"Sorry. Things got interesting," she said guardedly. She stood over them for a moment before joining them with a sigh, curling into Jims unoccupied side. "God, Im exhausted," she commented, pillowing her cheek on his muscular stomach as his arm crept around her.
"You were gone forever!" Katy piped up.
"That long, huh?" Trixie said, closing her eyes tiredly. She soaked in the feeling of security like a soothing bath, refusing to think about her new case for another minute. "Funny, didnt feel like forever," she murmured. She opened her eyes and looked into the dancing light of the flames, unconsciously letting out another sigh.
"Hows Joeanne?" Jim asked.
"She looks great, but I can tell shes upset and worried. Shes really taking this case personally for some reason."
"Well, from what the paper says, the case sounds pretty abominable."
"I know, and I dont blame her for being upset. Im upset." Her voice wavered just the tiniest bit and she steadied it before continuing, Jims arm tightening around her protectively. "No, what I mean is the case seems to be dredging something up for her. I dont know what, but it cant be pleasant." She was about to say more when her stomach let out a tremendous growl, causing Katy to giggle and Jim to let out a startled laugh.
"GeezI felt that!" he said. "Felt like an earthquake. Didnt you eat anything after you left? I thought you were going to Jacks."
"We did. I couldnt eat."
Jim looked at her sharply, but merely said, "Well, then youll be glad to know that Mr. Maypenny has a fresh batch of hunters stew and were all invited for dinner. Mart and Di will be there too."
Trixie brightened. "Oh, that sounds so good! I hope he made tons. Im starving."
Jim laughed. "He puts in an entire deer. I dont think you need to worry about there not being enough."
Trixie was grinning. "Well, you did say Mart was going to be there!" Mart was her "almost twin" brother and his appetite was the stuff of legend. "What time are we supposed to be there?"
"Six," Jim admitted. "We dont have to go if youre too tired."
Trixie jumped up. "Forget that. Im not missing out on venison stew!" She went to the closet, putting her jacket back on, much to Jims amusement.
"So much for being exhausted," he commented, rising and lifting Katy in one motion. Trixies never ending source of energy continued to be a source of amazement to him, even after all this time. The day she says shes too tired to do something is the day I really have to start worrying! he thought, wondering just what happened today to cause the hint of darkness he detected in her expression, hoping that whatever it was, it didnt cause her harmand he didnt mean the physical kind.
* * *"Are you the oldest man in the world?" Katy asked Mr. Maypenny, causing everybody in the comfortable living room to roar with laughter. After they had sated themselves on big bowls of tasty stew and homemade bread, they had all gathered there to hear the news Dan said he had for them.
"Katy!" Trixie protested, giving her daughter a look. Katy, sitting in Mr. Maypennys lap, looked nonplussed at the reaction her question generated.
Secretly, Trixie wondered along with everyone else how old he was. His hair was white and his face weathered from a lifetime spent outdoors, but his back was as straight as ever, and he continued to patrol the preserve, hunt and chop wood, his only concession to age a touch of the darn tiz. His cabin was a reflection of the mansturdy, built to last, modest yet comfortable. Gradually over the past years, hed added a few modern amenities such as cable television, washer and dryer and telephone. But he flatly refused to have anything to do with Dans computer.
Mr. Maypenny chuckled. "Thats all right. One of the things I like best about small children is their lack of barriers." He ruffled Katys goldy red hair. "I think Rip Van Winkle might be a bit older than me, little one, but not by much!" The lines around his eyes deepened with amusement as he continued. "If you add up your mom, your Dad and your Uncle MartId still be older."
Katy nodded seriously. "Thats old!" she said, her voice filled with awe, causing everybody to laugh all over again.
"Oh, thats classic," Di gasped, kissing the top of Peters curly head as the one year old babbled in secret twin language to his brother David, sitting across the room in his aunt Trixies lap.
"What do you suppose theyre saying?" Trixie asked as David gurgled something in reply.
"No doubt it is highly sensitive, top secret commando-speak, not meant to be deciphered by us civilians," Mart commented airily. "But if I venture a guess, its whats going on, Uncle Dan?" He looked at his best friend, the curiosity filling his face making him look uncannily like his sister.
"Subtle," Dan congratulated him, a hint of laughter in his voice. He cleared his throat, suddenly amused at how every set of eyes in the room was on him. "I quit my job," he finally said, deciding that less is more. He leaned back in his chair, waiting for the explosions of, "Youve got to be kidding!" and "Whaaaat?" that were sure to come. Instead, he got a myriad of knowing looks and smiles.
"Good for youthat job was killing you," Mart said, eschewing his usual extensive vocabulary for a simpler form of communication.
"I thought you would eventually," Trixie nodded. Her blues eyes twinkled into his black ones. "Youve always got a job anytime you want it at Belden-Wheeler!"
"Let the man have a vacation before you recruit him!" Jim protested merrily. "Besides, hed rather come work for me, right?"
Diana batted her large violet eyes at him. "Nooooooo, hed rather be my personal bodyguard, wouldnt you, Danny boy?"
Dan was overwhelmed by the wave of acceptance and support he felt coming from his closest friends. All he could do was smile, completely unable to speak for a moment. He cleared his throat. "Arent any of you guys going to tell me Im crazy?"
Trixie grinned. "Dont you know that already?"
"Pretty redundant, good buddy," Mart added.
Dan laughed with relief. "Almost twins, almost clowns," he tossed back. He rubbed his hands thoughtfully. "You know, its weird. Ive planned on being a cop since I was 15 years oldyoud think Id be sad or something, but all I feel is relieved."
Di leaned forward, resting her chin on her sons head. "You probably will, Dan. Once the shock wears off youre going to have to go through all kinds of stuff."
"Hmmm. I dont know I feel like a huge weights been removed." Dan stood up, plucking David from Trixies lap and lifting him above his head to the boys crowing delight.
Jim said slowly, "No, I think Dianas right. No matter how much a change is positive and for the best, its still a change. I remember when I first left Jonesys; that first night I didnt sleep at all, just laid there all night thinking. Man, was I freaked out "
Trixie was aghast. "Youre not telling us you actually missed that man, are you?"
"No way!" Jim was quick to reply. "I just meant well, I had taken an irreversible course of action; Id made a destiny changing decision. My life was never going to be the same. It was the first grown up thing Id ever done really." He fell silent as the memory of that time overtook him. He would never forget that night...lying under the stars, his heart pounding with a combination of fear and happiness, wondering if his Uncle James would be glad to see him or just tell him to get lost he felt Trixies small hand slip into his bigger one and gave it a squeeze, suddenly a little embarrassed at the looks of understanding that were coming his way.
"Well, on that cheery note, wed best be on our way," Mart said, taking his son back from a thoughtful looking Dan. Although he and Diana had discussed moving back to Sleepyside, they were still living in the flat Dianas parents had given to them as a wedding present in New York. He gripped Dans shoulder. "Im happy for you. And if youd really like to be Dianas bodyguard, thats cool with me!" He shifted David to his other arm, moving his hand around his wifes waist as she stood next to him.
"Oooh, so glad you approve!" she cooed teasingly, kissing him on the ear. "I thought it was one of my better ideas, myself!" She gave Dan one of her better suggestive looks, her eyes twinkling.
"Ill give that suggestion the serious consideration it deserves," Dan replied. "And as my first duty, let me walk you out to your car!" Although he wasnt good at the mushy stuff as he liked to call it, he didnt want Mart to leave until he knew how much his best friends attitude meant to him.
***
Honey felt her eyes fill with tears as she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling; wide awake in spite of her full day. She listened to her husbands faint snores, a sure sign that he was again exhausted from a long day at the clinic he helped organize, where he specialized in childrens medicine. He also had his rounds at Columbia Presbyterian Medical Center, where hed done his internship. She didnt resent the long days he put in, was in fact very proud of the work he was involved in, which mostly consisted of helping families with no medical insurance. He would come home tired and fatigued and it would always make him smile when shed jokingly act like a fifties housewife, asking him how his day was and could she fix him a martini. Hed usually kiss her, whispering that it wasnt a drink that he needed, making it so obvious that he was glad to see her that her heart would soar. He would ask her about the latest case, she would ask him about who hed helped they never seemed to run out of things to say to each other.
But lately, he was so quiet and withdrawn, evading her questions or giving her short, non-revealing answers. All attempts to get him to open up only resulted in a change of subject. And tonight, when shed again brought up the subject of them finally having a child, he withdrew even more, mumbling something about not having the energy to discuss it.
Honey curled into a ball, pressing her hand over her eyes. Until she met Trixie at the age of 13, shed never been exposed to young children, being an only child until her parents adopted Jim. She knew she had a lot to learn about taking care of an infant, but she longed for a child anyway. She loved Brian so much; hed be a wonderful father and she could learn, couldnt she? She helped Trixie baby-sit her younger brother back when they were teenagers, she loved every minute she spent with her nieces and nephews, delighted when after six months, Trixie came back to work, Katy in tow as she was still breastfeeding her. She smiled when she thought about Jim and Trixies rambunctious daughter. She treasured every second with the little girl, who always ran and jumped into her arms whenever she saw her. And when Peter and David were born, her joy increased, honored when Mart and Diana informed her that she was an "honorary" auntie, laughing when Mart whispered slyly that it really meant they wanted more free babysitting. They obviously trusted her with children; why didnt he?
She recoiled at the new thought forming, but it relentlessly continued into her mind with cold acrid breath, filling her with horror. Oh God! Maybe he thinks I wouldnt be a good mother and hes afraid to tell me! Honey wept silently, her heart ripping into tiny pieces. Her own relationship with her mother troubled until the family moved to Sleepyside, could it be that he didnt think she could handle it? Its not true I could be a good mother. Id be a lot better than that horrible woman I interviewed today, she thought grimly, rubbing at the tears that were now coursing down her face. She had a lot to tell her best friend and Joeanne. Her hands balled into fists as she recalled the conversationevery instinct in her wanting to march back to Sammys room, snatch him up and bring him home with her.
She took a deep breath and quit crying; this was getting her nowhere. What was Trixie always saying? Honey let a smile form as she thought about one of her best friends favorite sayings, If it aint knocking, why let it in? She rolled over, looking into Brians sleeping face, her expression softening as she noted that he even looked troubled at rest. What was happening with him and why couldnt he share it with her as hed always done? She drew her hand down his cheek, filled with gladness when he turned into her in his sleep, reaching for her. I have to talk to himI have to make him see how wonderful it would be. She snuggled deeper into his arms, letting exhaustion carry her away to dreams of a beautiful baby with dark hair and hazel eyes
* * *"The lads got some serious thinking to do, but I think hes made a sound decision," Mr. Maypenny said, nodding thoughtfully. He looked at Jim with a small grin. "And I dont think I need to tell you what a good decision yours turned out to be, do I son?"
Jim grinned back. "Not hardly. Even if I did end up causing a few people some problems," he finished knowingly.
Trixie leaned into him. "Dont be silly; if it wasnt for finding you, Honey and I would have never ended up being so interested in mysteries!" she said saucily, laughing at his look of resignation. That irony had never been lost on himhe couldnt remember who first made the statement that Gods got a sick sense of humor, but at times he couldnt help agreeing with it, wholeheartedly. Especially when she comes home looking like she just watched Schindlers List.
Dan re-entered the cabin, the wind causing the door to give a bang as he shut it. "I think its going to rain," he commented, throwing another log on the fire.
"I guess wed better head on home too," Jim said reluctantly, rising and helping Trixie to her feet. He turned to Dan. "Dan, I was serious about the job. You just say the word."
Dan looked thoughtful. "I became a cop in the first place because I wanted to help kids in trouble. But all they ever wanted me to do was arrest them. Still, I dont quite see myself as a teacher. Im not sure what I see myself as." For the first time since hed come to his decision he felt troubled. I guess Di was right, he sighed to himself.
"Youll figure it out. Just give yourself time," Jim said reassuringly.
"On the other hand, dive right into something," Trixie said with a laugh. Her eyes met Dan and she sobered. "Actually, Honey and I could use a hand. I cant stand thinking about it anymore tonight, but I can tell you it would be helping out a child." She lifted a yawning Katy, who promptly wrapped her arms around her mothers neck, sweetly sinking into her. How could anybody endanger their own child? Id kill for this girl! Trixie thought, keeping her face neutral with great effort. She remembered what Dan said earlier that day about kids being so trusting and felt angry and frustrated and hopeless.
"Of course Ill help you. What do you want me to do?" Dan asked, curious and troubled at the look of intense unhappiness that came and went on Trixies face so quickly that anyone who didnt know her as well would have completely missed it.
"Keep Monday morning free," Trixie replied gratefully. She hitched Katy higher and bent down to kiss Mr. Maypennys wrinkled cheek. "Thank you for dinner."
"Youre welcome," he replied gruffly, but his eyes twinkled at her as she left.
Monday morning is soon enough to hear what that woman had to say to Honey. If I think about it anymore today, Im going to go nuts. Trixie was silent as they walked along in the disappearing moonlight, dark clouds casting a pall over the sky as they were wont to do this time of the year. Her heart was heavy as she felt the burden of her responsibility, her desire to help an innocent baby boy. The nurse had spoken quietly and simply, keeping her opinions to herself, letting the facts speak for themselves. Trixies momentary sympathy for the mother quickly disappeared as Katje painted the bleak little picture. Joeanne definitely needs to subpoena her along with the Doctor, Trixie noted to herself. She shivered a little and was glad to enter the warm kitchen.
"Are you sure getting involved in this thing is the right thing to do?" Jim asked quietly, as he shut the door and stood facing her.
"Maybe not," she admitted, "But I have to help. I have to."
"Okay," was all he said.
"Ill put Katy to bedshes fast asleep." She suddenly smiled. "And then we can finally finish what we started this morning!" Her voice was full of warm promise as she left the room.
Yep, that was one hell of a good decisioneven if I do spend a lot of my time worrying! Jim thought to himself as he slowly locked the door, wondering just what Trixie and Honey had gotten themselves into this time.
* * *"Uh...excuse me? You sitting at the word processor?"
"You can see me?"
"Not really. Im just getting this sense of a person typing away. And Im getting a very strong M feeling. Mmm, Mmmaa, Mary. Mary! Right?"
"Wow. Well, this is certainly unexpected."
"Can I ask you a favor, Mary?"
"Um..."
"This thing with Dan. I was wondering if you could drop me a little hint about what hes going to end up doing."
"Why?"
"Well, I just thought it would be kind of cool. See, Trixies always getting these feelings and flashes, and nine times out of ten theyre right. And I just thought it would be really neat if just this once I could be the one to say, I have this feeling..."
"Hmmm. Well, Jim...may I call you Jim?"
"Why not. Youve already seen me naked."
"Ahem!"
"Sorry. Didnt mean to embarrass you."
"Oh, uh, um...you didnt embarrass me! Well, Jim, that just wouldnt be in character for you. Youre the strong supportive one with the temper. You back Trixie up, youre a big help in lots of ways, even if you can be pretty stubborn sometimes, but those kinds of leaps just arent...you."
"So! You can do whatever you want, cant you?"
"Well, not really."
"What do you mean, not really?!!"
"See? Youre getting mad."
"IM NOT MAD!"
"Okay, youre getting mildly concerned. Better?"
"Thats better. What do you mean, not really?"
"And youre being just a touch stubborn! Well, what I mean is, you guys dont exactly cooperate. Sometimes you go off in completely different directions than I expected. And frankly, you arent always very nice either."
"I try to be nice to everybody!"
"Dont EVER say that again! Thats not you either!"
"Youre right. I was just testing you. I guess you do know me pretty well."
"Well, I do my best."
"So you wont tell me about Dan?"
"Sorry, Jim."
"Wait a minute. Wait just a darn minute. You wont tell me because you dont know!"
"Um..."
"You dont have any idea! Dont you think thats a bit irresponsible?!"
"Hey, whats that over there?"
"Where? I dont see anyth...wait! Dont close the window! Dont close the..."
Jim opened his eyes, staring into the dark, feeling oddly unconnected. It was a strange and unworldly feeling. He pinched own cheek, and to his relief, felt accompanying sensation. Trixies arm lying across his chest was certainly real, and he could hear the soft sound of her rhythmic breath, feel the weight of her head through her pillow as it rested over his arm. He smiled in the dark at his own foolishness. As if our lives are dictated arbitrarily by some stranger sitting at a computer keyboard! The only person who knows what Dan is going to do next is Dan, he thought drowsily, feeling himself start to drift back to sleep. He felt a twinge of annoyance as he recalled the voice telling him he was stubborn, that he had a temper.
"Bite me, Mary!" he mumbled before re-joining the land of Eros, where hopefully answers were more forthcoming. He ignored the answering voice muttering something that sounded like How would you like it if Mr. Maypennys stew gave you a serious case of abdominal distress?! knowing that it was just a dream anyway. And as anybody with half a brain knows, dreams arent real.
Chapter 6
Trixie smiled at the mess that was Joeanne Darnells office. A girl after my own heart! she thought happily. "Gleeps, Joeannethis place is almost as bad as mine!" she said, shifting some books to the floor so she could plop down in one of the chairs. Honey and Dan, seeing that Joeanne didnt seem to mind, followed suit.
"Uh, Im still moving in," Joeanne started defensively, then laughed. "Aw what the hell. Its probably never going to get much better than this."
"Joeanne, this is Dan Mangan," Honey said, privately wondering how Joeanne ever intended on getting anything accomplished in this chaos. "Dan, you remember Joeanneshe was at Jim and Trixies wedding." Her social duty completed, she sank in her now empty chair.
"Sure," Dan replied easily as he shook the offered hand. "Its been awhile though. Almost five years, right?" he said, his voice suddenly surprised at the realization of the passing of time.
"Thats right," Joeanne replied. "I was eighteen years old the last time you saw me."
And skinny, quiet and shy, Dan remembered silently. She looked stylish and pretty in a plum-colored pantsuit, the overhead lights shining in her dark hair. "Its good to see you again," he said, offering his hand for her to shake. Her handshake was niceDan hated it when people only gave their fingers, their hand feeling like a limp fish. Joeannes hand was smooth and warm, her thumb resting on the back of his hand almost like a caress.
"Its nice to see you too." She smiled at everybody quickly. "Ill be right back," she said abruptly, leaving the office. She walked down the hall and turned left, entering the bathroom quickly, locking the door behind her. She looked in the mirror and began to speak, quietly and firmly. "You have no time for him. You hear me? Anything that breaks into your concentration, even a little bit, is not good." Man hes gorgeous; I could get lost in those eyes "You have no time for him," she repeated sternly. "Anything that shifts your focus could cost Sammy his life. And anyway, youre lousy at it. Lousy. You do NOT want to go through that crap again!" She gave her reflection one last look and opened the door just as one of her fellow attorneys tugged at it, ignoring her expression of confusion as she strode away, her face growing warm.
"Sorry," she said as she re-entered her office. She sat behind her desk in what she hoped was a professional, completely in control way, her heart doing strange things in her chest. Simma down nah! The Saturday Night Live skit jumped into her conscious and she bit back a laugh, not wanting to appear any more crazy than she already did. "So, um do you work for the Belden-Wheeler Detective Agency too?" She looked at Dan and looked quickly away. Great, now Im acting just like an eighth grader. Or at least how I remember other eighth graders acting. She herself had been only eleven years old at the time, and remembered feeling hopelessly out of place among all the thirteen and fourteen year olds.
"You could say that," Dan replied, trying not to stare at her in an obvious way. She had an alert, intelligent air about her that he found incredibly appealing, not to mention darkly exotic eyes that held a hint of sadness in their depths. He found himself wishing that there was something he could do to get rid of that expression, surprised at himself.
"I recruited himhes an out of work bum now with nothing to do, so naturally I hired him!" Trixie said with a laugh. What they had to talk about was so serious, she felt like shed explode unless she kept her sense of humor afloat. She ducked as Dan reached over to flick her.
Joeanne looked at Dan, a sudden grin lighting up the elfin lines of her face before she could stop it. "I say we take her out back and kick the well, maybe later," she finished, flipping open her leather notebook as Dan laughed appreciatively. "Honey, lets start with you."
Honey pulled her notebook out of her purse and began relaying her conversation with Deborah Lewis. Her normally gentle eyes grew angry as she spoke, weaving a tapestry of self-righteousness with an ugly medical history. "Im not a psychologist, but I learned quite a bit about Munchausen from one of my professors. And this woman " Honey stopped, composing herself before continuing. "As far as shes concerned, every second her baby spends apart from her is causing permanent damage. Joeanne, Trixie and I are the enemies who are keeping them apart and we deserve whatever happens to us."
Trixie and Joeanne gasped as Dan stiffened. "Are you serious? She actually said that?" Trixie said, her blue eyes troubled.
Honey nodded. "Pretty much. Said she figured we were working with that black hearted bitch, and if we thought she was just going to sit back and let us take away her only reason for living, then we were stupider than she thought." She shook her head in disgust. "Thats when I really knew. An us against the world mentality is very common in these cases. Plus, it really bothered me how she never referred to Sammy by his name. It was always my child, my son; almost like he was her prized possession." Honey was angrier than Trixie and Dan could ever remember her being.
"Oh man," Dan moaned. Trixie had briefed him on the way over, but this was even worse than hed thought it would be. He was doubly glad that Trixie had asked him to helphe was no Jim, but he worried about Trixie and Honeys safety sometimes too. This could get very, very ugly. He found to his surprise that he was equally worried about Joeanne as well, even though he hardly knew her. He gave her a quick glance, noticing that she quickly looked down at her notebook as he did so.
"Greeeeat," Trixie put in, sarcasm dripping from her tone. She suddenly itched to lay some of her Tai Kwon Do moves on a certain Mrs. Lewis.
"Black hearted witchthats a new one." Joeannes voice was steely, but her eyes were troubled. She glanced down at her notes. "Trix?" Her pen was poised and ready. The three of them listened as Trixie poured out everything the nurse had told her, glancing at her notebook from time to time, wanting to get the medical information right. She finally finished and waited quietly as Joeanne took furious notes, her pen making scratchy sounds as she wrote. She finally laid down the pen and looked up.
"This is really going to help me with my cross examination of Mrs. Lewis. My God, that woman is something else." She could hear the anger in her voice and took a deep breath.
Trixie and Honey glanced at one another. "Joeanne, are you okay?" Honey asked in her gentle way. I could ask the same of you! Trixie thought suddenly. She could feel a headache starting to form behind her eyes.
Joeanne smiled weakly. "Im fine. Its just this case is so important. I want to be ready."
"Well, like the song says, weve only just begun," Trixie sang, her voice mockingly sweet.
"Arghh please no insipid pop music before lunch!" Joeanne winced, but her smile finally reached her eyes. She was so young and new; although nobody had mistreated her at the Attorney Generals Office, she knew they were still in that wait and see mode where she was concerned. "Im so glad you guys are here," she said simply.
"So are we," Honey responded. At least theres one person I can help!
"Anything for a fellow jazz fan," Trixie added, knowing that would interest Dan, who also had a great love for jazz. He, along with her brother Mart, was usually her companion to jazz events, as Jim couldnt stand it.
"All right! Another member of the musically elite," Dan said approvingly. Now he knew for sure he liked her, and wondered why the thought was a little scary. To distract himself, he patted Honeys head saying condescendingly. "Someday, little one!"
Honey mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "Shut up pretentious swine".
"And youre in luck, because Trix and I have an extra ticket for Peter White tomorrow night," Dan added. Did I just say that?
"We do?" Trixie blurted.
"Yeah Uh, Mart cant come after all. Something came up." Dan couldnt believe what was coming out of his mouth. There was something about this woman that was making him he tried to assign what he was feeling a word, and finally came up with goofy. At the age of 27, he could honestly say that nobody had ever made him feel goofy in his life. He wasnt sure if he liked itit made him feel off balance and vulnerable, two feelings he was not well acquainted with. Or at least, not anymore.
"Ohhhh, thats so tempting. I love Peter White." Joeannes voice was full of longing.
"Cmon, Joeanne. You cant work all day and all night." Trixies voice was coaxing.
Thanks, Trix! Oh, man
"Well " Joeannes voice was weakening. In the end, she found herself agreeing, ignoring the little warning voice telling her not to. And when she found herself alone, after they had brainstormed strategy for over an hour, she was surprised to find that she was something she hadnt been in a long time. She was happy.
* * *"I didnt know Mart wasnt going," Trixie commented as she, Honey and Dan left the Attorney Generals Office. They entered the underground parking garage, heading for Honeys BMW.
Dan started laughing. "Neither does he!" He still felt a bit light headed.
Trixie and Honey stopped walking. "You sly dog!" Trixie said, a grin appearing on her face. "Mart is going to kill you."
"Devious Dan," Honey added with a smile. She linked arms with him, saying with a laugh "you better go easy on her, or Ill get to you before Mart does!"
"Martll get over it. And Honey, Im shocked, shocked at your attitude." Worries about his future seemed to temporarily slip away as Dan abandoned himself to the moment.
"Look at you, youre all happy! Whats going on?" Trixie cried as they got into the car.
"Are you implying that Im usually unhappy?" Dan demanded cheerfully as he administered a noogie from the backseat.
"Honestly, you two! Im trying to drive!" Honey protested with a grin as they began to scuffle. "And Dan, fasten your seatbelt."
"Yes, mommy!" Dan responded, obeying her command and leaning back against the seat. He couldnt see Honeys expression, but Trixie could.
"Honey, I just cant stand it another second. Puh-leeze tell me what has been bothering you," she begged.
Honey looked momentarily startled, then sighed inwardly. As if I could ever keep anything hidden from her.
"Whats up?" Dan asked, the concern evident in his voice. Honey felt tears fill her eyes and forced them back.
"Nothing. Everything. I dont know," Honey said, feeling like a fool.
"This case?" Trixie asked.
"No, although I have to admit its not helping."
"Honey, you dont have to do this."
"Trix, I want to. Do you really think Id turn my back on that little boy after what I know?" Honey stared straight ahead, her hands tight on the wheel.
"I dont think she meant that," Dan interjected quietly.
Honey knew she was being unreasonable, but couldnt seem to stop the flow of words. "Just leave me alone, okay? Weve got a lot of people to interview, and I dont need the third degree!" She bit her lip, turning on the wipers as a light rain began to patter, the weak sun disappearing behind the rain-swollen clouds. She braced herself for Trixies angry retort, stealing a sideways glance when only silence greeted her, the dispirited expression on Trixies face instantly dissolving her momentary anger. "Im sorryI know you guys are just worried about me. I dont know what got into me."
Trixie patted her leg. "I think you just channeled the last really bad fight me and Jim had. Although my words were something along the lines of what is this, the Spanish Inquisition?" She grinned at her best friend. "My, that red-headed man has got a temper!"
Honey smiled. "Which is your way of telling me you forgive me for acting like a total "
"Hey, if you cant by psycho with your friends, whats the point of having em?" Dan interjected. He leaned forward. "Were here when youre ready. And if it isnt soon, well just piss you off again!"
Honey laughed. "Im sure you will." She sighed, adding, "I dont want to go into it because I need to work it out myself. And being the fine young detectives you are, Ill just leave it at that."
"Do I need to kick Brians ass?" Dan asked.
Trixie let out a short laugh. "How come you never make that offer to Jim and Brian? I know its hard to believe, but sometimes its actually our fault!"
Honey and Trixie couldnt help laughing at Dans reply of "They dont smell as nice as you."
"I think the three of us are going to make a good team," Honey commented. She pulled into her customary parking place at their office. "Are you sure you dont want us to change the name to Belden-Wheeler-Mangan?"
Dan was thoughtful as they dashed out of the car, the rain coming down harder. Trixie got the door opened and they made their way inside. "I dont have clue one about what Im going to do next, but Im always willing to help you guys. Consider me an independent contractor, okay?"
Trixie gasped. "Damn, that reminds meI forgot to tell Joeanne about our other allies. Remember those two girls that helped me out during the whole Mrs. Waters nightmare? They volunteer at the hospital twice a week." Thanks to email, she had kept in sporadic touch with them over the years.
"You mean Meggie and Sarah?" Honey asked, remembering the two young girls who had found Trixie tied up in an old hunting cabin. "I dont know it might be dangerous."
"I ran into them in the cafeteria. I gave them my extra cell phone and asked them to call me if they saw anything that looked remotely suspicious." At Honeys doubtful look, she added, "I specifically told them not to do anything by themselves, or to get involved." She sank down in front of her desk and logged onto her computer in one motion.
Dan and Honey couldnt help itthey laughed until they cried. "Like that ever worked with you," Dan finally managed to gasp as Honey made strange puffing noises.
Trixie began to protest, but it only made them laugh harder. "All right, you may have a point. But theyre seniors in high school now, and they plan on studying Criminology in college. Cant we just call this an internship? Besides, Sammy needs all the help he can get," she reminded them.
Honey sobered instantly. "Yes he does. And I suppose it would be a good learning experience for them, provided they dont take any unnecessary risks." She sat at her own desk, glancing at the picture of her and Brian and looking away.
"Thats exactly what Meggies boyfriend said. Poor girl!" Trixies eyes were sparkling. She could certainly relate to that particular lecture. "Ill bet she was sorry she agreed to have dinner with him that day." She shook her head, chuckling. "Timing is everything!"
"Well, I dont suppose theres much risk in them giving us a phone call," Dan mused. He paced in front of their desks, too restless to sit down.
After much discussion, it was decided that the girls would be allowed to help. They poured over the list they had come up with in Joeannes office and divided the work three ways, agreeing to meet again in a few days to go over what they had found.
"Of course, Ill be seeing you tomorrow," Trixie said to Dan. "Unless youd rather Mart go and I turn out to be the one who couldnt make it?"
"I think shed be more comfortable if you were there too. I was picking up some weird vibes."
"Then whyd you do it?" Trixie asked bluntly.
Dan shrugged, looking honestly puzzled. "I dont know," he admitted. "It just seemed like the right thing to do." Because I want to spend some time with her that doesnt involve her work. Because I had the feeling that she was trying not to be attracted to me and it wasnt working! "She seemed sad."
Trixie was surprised for only a moment before remembering that Dan had always been very good at quiet observation. He could read people, sometimes too well, she thought ruefully. "And you felt sorry for her?" she asked hesitantly.
"Not exactly," was all Dan would say.
"You like her," Trixie said in a lilting voice, her face brightening.
"So what if I do?" Dan said, inwardly wincing at the childishness of his reply. Then he grinned, remembering who he was talking to.
"Dan likes Joeanne! Dan likes Joeanne!" Trixie and Honey chanted together.
Dan smiled mysteriously, but his built in warning device that guarded his carefully constructed rules of behavior gave him a nudge. He didnt like being tied down, preferring to keep his romantic life simple and uncomplicated. Like most individuals who have excellent powers of observation, when it came to his own life, it was a different story. He never realized that he inevitably chose women he could never get serious withwomen who were interested in nothing more than a good time with a good looking guy. He would be surprised to know that he operated under the assumption that if you dont care too much, you wont get hurt.
As always in moments of personal confusion, he resorted to humor. "Real mature, guys." Dan shook his head in mock disappointment. "I try and cheer up a friend of yours, and all I get is grief!"
Trixie looked at him sharply, but said nothing. Hmmm somehow I think theres a lot more to it than just cheering somebody up. This could get interesting. She kept her thoughts to herself, deciding that, for once, shed keep out of what was clearly none of her business, but resolving to keep her eyes open, just the same.
Chapter 7
Dr. Brian Belden barely acknowledged the doormans greeting as he wearily entered the Manhattan apartment building he and his wife had lived in since they were married. Although his father-in-law wanted to give the spacious flat to the pair, Matthew Wheeler had settled for renting it to them at an under-market rate, secretly admiring Brian for his quietly respectful refusal.
The doorman stared after him with concernthe young doctor usually chatted with him for a few moments, one of the few tenants who ever bothered to do so. He shook his headin his 65 years hed seen that look before, it was the look of a man whos been to hell and wasnt all the way back. He sent up a little prayer to watch over his obviously troubled soul as the elevator door closed behind him.
Brian unlocked the door, tossing his keys in the general direction of the antique table he and Honey had found and restored together, shrugging out of his jacket.
"Brian, is that you?" Honeys voice called from the direction of the living room.
"Who else would it be?" he muttered as he hung his jacket in the entryway closet. He had the sudden childish urge to hide himself in the dark depths, allowing the cool blackness to close over him, shutting out all care and responsibility.
"Is something wrong?" Honeys voice was suddenly right behind him, causing him to jump slightly as he shut the door with more force than was necessary. He looked into the worried eyes of his wife and fought the urge to throw himself into her arms. Once he went down that road he was afraid there would be no turning backafter a day like today, there was no telling how strong his hold on sanity was.
"Brian, I wish youd talk to me," Honey said, laying her hand on his arm. Her touch was so dear, so familiar. He could feel moisture well up in his eyes, and savagely forced his emotions back under control.
"Honey, please. Ive had the day from I just need to " He seemed unable to form a coherent sentence as they walked into the living room and he sank down on the couch. Honey stood over him uncertainlyhe didnt seem to want her around, but how could she just walk away from him when he was so obviously hurting? She ignored the tight feeling in her chest and tried again.
"Isnt there anything I can do?" she asked, sitting beside him, but not touching him.
"No," he replied shortly.
"Are you hungry?"
Instead of answering, he shook his head. Then, as if realizing how distraught Honey was becoming, he turned to her. "But you probably are. Lets go to Bella Mias and you can get some of that angel hair pasta you like so much." His smile didnt reach his eyes.
"Im not hungry either," she said quietly.
Brian looked at her sharply, biting his lip at the pale look of her normally rosy face. He put an arm around her shoulders, almost welcoming the chance to get the focus off of him. "Did you have a hard day too?"
Honey sighed, although whether it was the change of subject or because she was considering his question, he couldnt tell. "This case were on sickens me, Brian. It just really, really sickens me." She pressed closer, hoping that physical closeness would lead to the mental closeness she so desperately needed from him. If he didnt share what was bothering him, if he continued to be closed to her, how could their marriage stand a chance?
Brian nodded sympathetically. "Its never easy dealing with the reality that there are people out there who are capable of child abuse. We get kids in all the time who are victims of their parents misplaced anger." He gave Honey a crooked smile. "Then I hang around Jim and Trixie, or Mart and Diana and get to see the other side of the spectrum, thank god."
The longing welled up in her so strongly, that she thought it would consume her. She was unable to halt the tide of words that burst from her. "Oh Brian, I know what you mean. I love being around Katy, Peter and David. They mean so much to me, and I cant help thinking about what it will be like when we "
"Were not having that conversation again, are we?" Brian asked sharply. He felt overwhelmed with everything he had been thinking about for the past few months. Combined with what happened today, he didnt think he could bear it, feeling as if he would fly apart. Honeys face became even paler, and it was as if a knife had entered his chest and twisted. He suddenly realized how he must have sounded. Im behaving like such an asshole. Theres no way she could know how painful this conversation is because I havent been able to tell her
"We have to have this conversation, Brian Belden! Why do you keep avoiding talking about us starting a family? Why are you shutting me out like this?" Honeys chest was heaving as she practically wailed the words aloud. A small part of her was aware that she was becoming hysterical, but there didnt seem to be anything she could do about it. She had spent a mostly unproductive day talking to Mrs. Lewiss divorce lawyer, then her former landlord and was worried that if she didnt find enough information for Joeanne, Sammy would end up back with a mother who seemed bent on his destruction. And now this
She took a deep breath, visibly calming herself. "Im sorry if I yelled, but Brian, I thought you wanted the same things I wanted."
"I dont know if I do anymore," he said, his voice so quiet she had to strain to hear him.
"I cant believe youre saying that. Youve obviously had a horrible day, and " She looked at him sadly, her smile watery. "Gosh, can you believe Katy is three years old already? And Peter and David "
"This isnt a competition," Brian snapped, immediately wishing he could take the words back.
Honey went very still, feeling as if a malevolent force had sucked every last particle of air in her body out. She rose to her feet and left the room without saying a word.
Oh God, that was bad. That was very, very bad, Brian thought, deeply ashamed. An overwhelming fatigue filled him and he lowered his face in his hands, wondering what in the hell he was going to do. He couldnt talk about the darkness that was looming into every corner of his being; how could he? He knew once she knew what he was thinking, shed be devastated. She may even hate him. And Brian didnt know if hed be able to live if that happened. He scrubbed his face wearily, letting out a groan. Things couldnt get any worse.
Honey walked back into the room, silently stepping by him as she headed for the front door, a small suitcase in her hand.
"Honey " Brians voice was hoarse as his brain registered the unthinkable. He stumbled to his feet, catching up with her as she touched the doorknob.
Honey paused, looking over her shoulder, her face so shattered he lost his breath. "You break my heart," she whispered as she left the apartment, the soft click of the door closing resonating through Brians very soul as she left him all alone.
* * *Trixie slowly opened her eyes. Yes, there it was again, a very light tapping coming from downstairs. A burglar wouldnt knock! she thought as she carefully slid out of bed and padded downstairs, yawning broadly. Her heart picked up speed as she suddenly wondered if it was Dan, and that Mr. Maypenny was sick. Dont be stupidhes had a phone for ages, she admonished herself as she cautiously opened the door.
"Honey!" she gasped, noting the red, watery eyes and the suitcase all in one moment. She stood back so her best friend could enter, shutting the door softly.
"Ive left him," she said, setting down the suitcase and bursting into tears.
"Oh Honey," was all she could think to say as she put her arms around her, rocking her as she would Katy, not knowing what else to do. She led her over to the couch and sat her down, patting her back. She instinctively knew not to ask any questions.
Honey finally stopped crying and straightened up. "Im sorry I know its late," she said softly.
Trixie waved a hand. "I dont care about that, silly." She handed Honey a wad of Kleenex, silent as the distraught woman blew her nose.
"I thought about going to Mart and DianasI guess it would have made more sense since we both live in the city, but " Honeys voice choked and she swiped her eyes with the balled up tissue. "You and Jim are the most important people in my life," Honey whispered. Besides Brian she covered her eyes as the tears started up again.
"Dang it woman, now youve got me going," Trixie exclaimed as she felt telltale moisture fill her own eyes.
Honey let out a little laugh. "Is there ever going to come a time when you dont hate crying?" she asked, blowing her nose again.
Trixie smiled ruefully. "Probably not." The two sat in silence for a moment, jumping a little as the heater came on with a whoosh.
"Arent you going to ask me what happened?" Honey said abruptly.
"Nope," Trixie said flatly. At Honeys surprised look she added gently, "Theres plenty of time for that, and youre not up to it right now." As Honey looked at her gratefully, she added, "Why dont you go to bed and try and get some rest? The guest rooms all yours, for as long as you need it." For the first time she wondered about Brianhe must be going insane, she thought sadly. She pushed the thought aside, helping Honey to her feet. "Cmon," she said, leading her to the downstairs master bedroom. Her family always had a nice guestroom set up at Crabapple Farm, and she and Jim decided to continue the tradition when they had this house built. It even had its own fireplace, as did their room upstairs.
She pulled back the down comforter for her, grinning at her sister-in-law as she got into the large bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. "Katy likes Beatle songsdo you have any preference?"
Honey smiled. "Goodnight Trix. And thank you."
"Youre welcome. Night," Trixie replied, closing the door gently behind her. Her steps were slow as she made her way upstairs, her mind in turmoil. She thought about Honey and she thought about the big brother she practically worshipped and she didnt know what to do.
She walked softly into Katys room, but luckily she was still fast asleep, her face buried against the stuffed pony Regan had given her for her third birthday. She re-tucked the covers around her, brushing the side of her forehead with a soft kiss before she returned to her own room.
She crawled back under the covers, deeply troubled. She couldnt imagine Brian and Honey apartit made about as much sense as Brian going off and becoming a Hare Krishna. In spite of her worry she almost giggled at the thought of her sensible older brother shaving his head and dancing at airports.
"Am I dreaming or did I hear my sisters voice downstairs?" Jim asked sleepily, a huge yawn almost cracking his jaw in two.
"Honeys left Brian," she said flatly.
"What?!" The sleepy tone fled his voice as he turned onto his side, facing her. This was huge. In a million years he would never have imagined such a thing coming to pass. It was as unlikely as he suddenly felt a chill descend from his chest into his belly. If this could happen, anything, no matter how unthinkable, was possible.
"Well, thats what she claims. Translation, they had a big fight." Trixies voice was aggrieved. "It must have been a doozy for her to take off like that." Concern for her best friend and love for her brother was clearly battling for position.
He pushed the hair out of her face in a caressing gesture. "Dont get in the middle; they have to work it out for themselves." He spoke as if trying to convince himself as well.
"I know," she sighed.
"Taking sides will only make it worse."
"I know," she repeated, a slight edge to her voice.
"Sorry."
They were both silent while they thought about Brian and Honey. Trixies heart ached at the thought of them breaking up.
"Hey " Jims voice came whispering over to her in the darkness.
"Hmmm?"
"If I tick you off, Id rather you slug me one." Trixie recognized the carefully neutral tone for what it was and felt a rush of love for the man lying beside her.
"But baby, youd be black and blue," she joked, scooting closer, playfully tangling her legs with his. Youve got nothing to worry aboutI wouldnt last five minutes.
"Fine. Just dont ever leave me," he said, his voice no longer casual, sliding his arm under her pillow, rolling her into him. The rational part of him knew he was being ridiculous, but the spider-webby, dinosaur section of his brain would not be silenced.
"Im not going anywhere, silly," she whispered, nuzzling into the side of his neck. "And neither is Honey. After shes had time to cool off, Im sure theyll work it out." She pressed her face into his throat. "And anyway, I went to a lot of trouble finding you!" She stayed close, sensing he needed it. Shed almost drifted off to sleep when he spoke again.
"Thank you," Jim said, kissing the top of her head.
"For what?" she replied sleepily.
"For being " he stopped, lacking Marts forte with words. Her unconditional love was such an amazing gifthed observed the way other men hid their vulnerabilities, never expressing their inner demons, and knew that with Trixie, he never had to worry about reprisals, that she would never use self-doubts, or baggage from the past, as a weapon. His mind drifted back to their wedding dayright from the very beginning of their marriage, in the limo on the way to their honeymoon, she held nothing back
He had pulled her close, burying his face in her hair. "I cant believe youre finally my wife."
She melted against him, the feel of him a slice of heaven. "And I cant believe you ever doubted this day would come. Dont you know Ive been completely, hopelessly, unbelievably in love with you since the day we met? Theres never been anybody for me but you. Never."
He wondered if there was anybody on earth who had a more generous heart than this woman he now held. He doubted it. "Theres never been anybody else for me either." He gave a little laugh and held her tighter. "When I first went away to school, and went out with those women, I actually thought something was wrong with me because I felt nothing. Imagine my surprise when I kissed you and felt everything!"
Trixie smiled. "Guess youre a one bracelet guy!"
"Why I ever thought I should go out with other people is beyond me," he said in honest puzzlement, his mind hazy when he tried to recall his past reasoning.
"And why I ever pulled my sleeve down to hide that bracelet is beyond me," she said wryly. "What a pair we were. Youre rightI cant believe Im finally your wife either!" She hit the intercom button to speak to the driver, causing Jim to laugh as she exclaimed. "Hey buddycant you drive any faster?!"
"For being you," he said at last. Jim suddenly pictured Brian, all alone in the middle of the night, wondering if Honeyd left him for good. "Do me a favortell me Im being an idiot," he murmured into her ear.
"Okay youre an idiot."
"Tell me I have nothing to be afraid of."
"You have nothing to fear."
"So basically, Im a fearful idiot," Jim finished, but he was smiling.
Trixie smiled too and put her arms around him. "My idiot," she said, kissing him. "Its the quiet ones like Honey you have to watch out for. And Im anything but quiet. So seeyouve got nothing to worry about!"
Chapter 8
Honey awakened while it was still dark, automatically reaching for the warm body that was normally in bed with her before remembering. She tried to rub away the headache behind her eyes, wincing at the feeling of having slept in her clothes, slowly sitting up, the sick feeling in her stomach spreading into her legs as last nights events played through her mind.
Brian did not want to have children with her.
This was all too clear, but what she wasnt sure about was how she was going to survive this turn of events.
She had never loved anybody but Brianunlike Trixie, she had never even dated anybody else. She never minded, figuring it just meant they were born to be with each other. Or so she thought she glanced at the crystal clock on the cherrywood nightstand, 4:49 am. Nausea rose sharply into her throat and she swung her legs onto the floor, stumbling into the bathroom, but it passed just as quickly. She splashed her face with cold water, shivering and weak. Wouldnt it be the height of irony if I were pregnant? she thought savagely, but she knew she wasnt.
She made her way into the kitchen and put the kettle on for tea, sinking down at the table with a sigh. She smoothed the heavy oak, letting her eyes wander around the inviting room. It was a kitchen that just begged to be cooked in, with roomy counterspace tidily strewn with evidence of frequent use, a butcher block island in the middle and a large stovetop with copper pots hung over it.
A ghost of a smile flitted across her face as she recalled the declaration Trixie had made when they were still young girls, something about either not having a kitchen at all when she was grown up, or having one that was run entirely by push buttons. Other than the dishwasher, the kitchen she now sat in wasnt very different from the one in Trixies childhood home. Funny how things change as we get older. Trixie was the first one out of all of us to get married and the first one to The refrigerator covered with funny magnets and childish works of art made Honeys heart twist as she wondered if she would ever hang a drawing made by her daughter.
She spoke aloud as she hurriedly removed the kettle, not wanting to hear its obscenely cheerful whistling. "What am I going to do, God?"
But there was no answer in the darkness before the dawn.
* * *Oh man, its still dark, Trixie thought as she opened her eyes. She could tell immediately that going back to sleep wasnt an optionshe was as wide-awake as one could possible be, her head feeling as if it were full of anxious bees.
She gently wriggled out of Jims grasp and made her way downstairs, her acute hearing picking up soft sounds from the kitchen. "Hi there," she said as she walked over to where Honey stood by the stove, making tea. "Ill take some of that too."
"Did I wake you?" Honey asked as she took down a second cup.
Trixie sat at the table and let out a yawn. "Nope. Just couldnt sleep anymore."
"Me either." Honey set the cups down and joined her, the two women dunking their tea bags in comfortable silence. It felt like old times, when they would frequently spend the night at each others houses. Honey only wished the circumstances were different.
Trixie sipped her tea and studied the pale woman sitting across from her. She looks like the poster child for unhappiness, Trixie thought. Her heart ached for her. "Lets go riding," she suddenly said, feeling as if she would scream if she didnt do something.
Honeys eyes widened, but her smile was genuine. "Oh Trix! That would be yes, lets do it!"
Trixie jumped up. "Ill just throw on some clothes and leave a note for Jim!" Her voice was enthusiastic as she left the kitchen so fast the air paused before filling in the space she occupied. And yet some things never change! Honey reflected affectionately, marveling at Trixies energy.
Faster than she would have believed possible, Trixie was saddling her beloved Susie while Honey saddled a frisky young gelding mischievously named Willie by Trixie. The two women rode in silence for some time; the sun hadnt yet poked its way over the horizon and they stuck carefully to a well-known trail.
Honey could feel the strong muscles of the horse rippling under her thighs, and the familiar feeling of it was like a balm on her troubled soul. She put Brian out of her mind, letting the frigid morning air and the hypnotic sound of hooves hitting earth take her over. She glanced over at Trixie, who was wearing the same soft focus expression she imaged was on her own face.
Trixie sensed Honeys gaze and turned her head, smiling encouragingly at her. "I think the sun is trying to rise," she commented. The gray of the surrounding trees was morphing into soft browns, a rose tinge barely discernible over the horizon.
"I love it here," Honey said passionately. She gently pulled Willie back when he tried to turn his canter into gallop. "Living in New York is fun, but I really think my heart is here."
Trixie was troubleddid she mean with or without her older brother? She was dying to ask, but kept her mouth shut. For once! Jim would sure be surprised. The thought made her grin to herself.
"Whats so funny? Do you think Ive turned back into a city girl and dont belong out here in the woods anymore?" Honey asked mildly, wondering at the little smile tugging at her friends mouth.
"No way!" Trixie assured her. She dropped Susie down to a walk to lessen the wind chill, feeling as if her nose would freeze off. They were having an unusually cold fall that year.
Honey matched her pace. "It is awfully chilly," she commented, proving to Trixie yet again that her best friend had the ability to read her mind. "But this was just what I needed. Ive got a lot of people to see today," she gave Trixie a knowing look, "and I need my head to be clear."
"Me too." Trixie hesitated then plunged on. "Honey, Im worried that I wont be able to do enough. If Sammy goes back to that women, I..."
"Ive been having the same kind of thoughts," Honey admitted. "I didnt get anywhere yesterday. We can only do our best, I guess."
"I guess," Trixie sighed. Her face took on a determined expression that Honey was all too familiar with. "After what Nurse Katje told me, there is no way Im going to give up until I find proof of what that woman is doing to poor Sammy."
"Isnt her testimony enough?" Honey asked, remembering with horror everything she told them in Joeannes office.
Trixie shook her head, her face grim. "Its damaging to Mrs. Lewis, but without solid evidence, it wont be enough.
Honey nodded in sudden understanding. She knew from her studies that people just dont want to believe that a mother is capable of deliberately making her own child sick. Juries need strong proof before theyll convict anyone. "Youre right as usual, Trix. That doctor loves Mrs. Lewisthinks shes a hero."
Trixies face showed her disbelief. "He does? Why?"
Honey was about to tell her how MBP mothers are often well liked by medical staff, who admire their calm and good cheer in the face of illness, when she spotted what could only be a human leg sticking out from behind a distant tree. She reigned Willie into a full stop. "Trixie!" she said, pointing.
"Yeah, I see it too." The two women dismounted, looping the reins over their wrists as they carefully made their way to the tree. The leg was attached to the sleeping body of a young boy, the remains of a fire smoldering next to him. They stood over him, noting with relief that the area around the fire had been carefully scraped free of anything flammable.
"Here we go again," Honey muttered and Trixie let out a startled laugh as she caught her friends meaning.
"I dont see a rifle," she whispered back and the two women smiled at each other as they remembered the time long ago when they found Jim fast asleep in his Great Uncles decaying mansion.
"Thank heavens," Honey murmured, looking down at the boy. His wavy brown hair nearly covered his closed eyes as he lay huddled in his jacket. She guessed he was about 12 years old, but it was hard to tell.
Trixie bent over him and gently patted his arm. "Hes lucky he didnt freeze to death. I wonder how long hes been out here?"
Honey knelt on the other side and touched his face. "He feels pretty cold, but not frozen, thank god."
The boys eyes suddenly shot open and he gaped at the two women staring down at him, a gasp breaking from his throat.
"Dont be afraid," Trixie said as he flinched away from her hand on his shoulder.
"Im Honey Belden and this is Trixie Frayne." The rich, calm sound of Honeys voice seemed to reassure the boy. "Whats your name?"
"Neil," he muttered, shoving his hands in his jacket pocket. They waited, but he offered nothing more.
"What are you doing out here?" Trixie asked, following Honeys lead and keeping her voice pleasant and low.
"I didnt hurt anything," he replied. His brown eyes were defiant, but it was easy to see that he was horribly frightened. He tried to stand, but his legs were stiff from the cold and he stumbled.
Honey and Trixie each took an arm, gently helping him to rise. "Im sure you didnt hurt anything. I only meant, whats a young boy like you doing out here all by yourself? And without proper camping gear? Its dangerous to sleep outside this time of the year. You could have froze!" Honey almost laughed aloud at the mothering tone in Trixies voice.
Neil stared at the ground. "I didnt mean to fall asleep. I got lost, and I was really tired, and..." he scuffed his foot back and forth, staring at his shoe like it was an archeological specimen that needed studying.
"Lost? Where were you going?" Honey asked.
Neils answer surprised them both. "Im trying to find Ten Acres Academy."
"But youre not a student there," Trixie exclaimed, exchanging a quick glance with Honey.
"How do you know?"
Trixie grinned at the boy. "Because, my husband runs that school and I know everybody there, thats how!"
Neil visibly relaxed at Trixies bantering tone, seeming to understand for the first time that he wasnt in trouble, that help might be forthcoming.
"How do you know about the school?" Honey asked.
"My friend Ashton goes there. He says its cool," Neil replied. He sensed their unasked questions and kept going. "I dont have anywhere to live, and Ash hates school, so if he says its cool, it must be really cool, so I thought Id go there and see if I could live there too."
Trixie and Honey laughed at the boys rushed explanation. "We need to get these horses back to the stable. Come onyou can help us, then Ill take you home. You must be starving," Trixie said.
Neils eyes lit up at the offer of food. "Ive never ridden a horse before," he said shyly, keeping a respectful distance from the two mounts.
"Well, youll sure learn at the school," Trixie promised. She swung into Susies saddle and extended a hand. "Its okay, Susies really gentle," she reassured him. Neil placed his foot in the stirrups, scrunching his eyes as he swung up behind her. He could hear her speak in soothing tones to the black mare, who stood still as he shifted nervously in the saddle. The ground was suddenly a long way down. "Just relax and everything will be fine," Trixie said, and for the first time in his life, Neil felt that might be true.
The sun rose steadily as the threesome rode back to the stables, the stunning Fall colors of the preserve a testament to the ever-changing possibilities of life. Trixie took a deep breath, the rich smell of earth and leaves filling her senses. Autumn was her favorite time of the year now that she was an adultthe crisp sunny days feeling like a gift after the muggy heat of summer. Neil stood back and watched as they quickly cleaned and stored the saddles, brushing the horses and giving them food and water. It was obvious from their speed and skill that it was something they had done many times before.
"There, thats all done. And no slave driver standing over us either!" Trixie laughed and Honey laughed with her. Neil wondered who they were talking about with such obvious affection. "Im just going to leave Regan a note and let him know that Susie and Willie had a morning workout," she continued, heading for the small office off to the right of the last stall. Regan...I guess these are his stables, Neil thought.
"These are the school stables. All the students are encouraged to learn how to ride and take care of the horses," Honey explained.
Neil gave a start, uneasily wondering how she knew what hed been thinking. "Then I was by the school the whole time?" he cried, feeling foolish.
Honey smiled sympathetically. "Its really easy to get lost in the preserve if you dont know your way around. I lived here for over a year and rode on these trails a lot before I even felt half way comfortable."
Trixie rejoined them. "And I grew up in Sleepyside and still managed to get turned around plenty." She grinned at Honey. "Remember how we used to give the horses their head and hope for the best?"
Neil relaxed at their shared laughter, the warmth and cleanliness of the stables creeping over him. He could sense the order and carethere was no neglect here.
He was silent as they walked back to Trixies house, the sun shining brightly, leaves crunching underfoot, the sound of bird song in the air. He could almost believe that he was welcomethat maybe things would be all right. He stole quick glances at the women walking beside him, enjoying the soft cadence of their easy conversation. The one called Honey had the kindest eyes he had ever seen, her long golden hair reminding him of a fairy tale. He wondered if Honey was her real name, thinking that it sure suited her. He couldnt remember ever hearing such a sweet voice.
His face reddened as he realized that the other woman, Trixie, was observing him. He had the feeling that she missed nothing and felt a little scared until he remembered her telling him he could have froze. It had been so long since anybody had cared whether he was cold or not. He wasnt sure how he knew, but it was obvious that not only did she care about his well being, she was ready to do what she had to do to ensure it. He looked down at the ground, the unfamiliar warmth spreading in him at once terrible and wonderful.
"Here we are," she said as she opened the door leading into the kitchen. Neil almost swooned with pleasure as he stepped into the warm house. His mouth watered as he smelled fresh coffee brewing, and wondered if asking for some would be rude.
"Coffee," Honey said rapturously.
Trixie glanced at the clock. "Jims probably in the shower right about now. The coffee is on a timer," she explained. She turned to Honey. "Katy shouldnt be up for another half hour at leastwhy dont I fix us one of those really bad for you, only-on-the-weekend breakfasts?" At her eager nod, Trixie turned to Neil. "Is there anything you especially like?"
Neil almost criedhe was obviously trespassing on her property, she didnt even know him, and she actually wanted to know what he, Neil, wanted? He couldnt answer, only looked at her.
Trixie and Honey traded sympathetic glanceswhat has this boy been through?the question that was running through both of their minds. "My brothers always liked pancakes and sausage; how does that sound to everyone?"
"Sounds greatwhats the occasion?" Jim strode into the kitchen, his hair still wet. He stopped at the sight of Neil, a puzzled expression filling his face.
"This is Neilwe found him out in the woods when we were riding," "He has a friend at your school," Trixie and Honey both began speaking at once, then stopped, grinning at each other. "Go on. No, you!" they both said, then started laughing.
"Good to see you Neilas you can see, we need more of the male species around here," Jim said easily, approaching him and holding out his hand. He quickly appraised him as they shook handsit was obvious that the boy was very nervous and under some kind of strain. "Im Jim."
"Hi," was all he said.
Jim asked no questions. Hes wondering if hes in trouble and if theres any help for him here, poor guy. Hes also thinking that if he wasnt so tired and hungry, hed just bolt. "Have a seat," he invited. As Neil complied, he turned to his sister, giving her a hug. "Whats with the midnight visit, little sister?" He kept his tone light.
Honey hugged him back. "I cant talk about it on an empty stomach," she said and left it at that. Jim gave her a look she recognized, but let it drop.
"Okay, okaythats my cue," Trixie cut in, taking down a large frying pan with a flourish and setting it down on the stove.
Jim put his arms around her, pulling her back against him. "I like ham with my eggs and mind you dont break them," he quoted.
"Youll get pancakes and like em!" she responded, pressing into him for a moment. "Stop quoting literature and get the griddle down, farm boy."
"As you wish." Trixie watched enviously as he easily reached into the top cupboard, handing her the requested item. "Hows the air up there?" she asked, making a face as he replied, "Pretty good, shorty."
Jim and Honey set the table as Trixie mixed batter and placed several sausages on a broiler pan, telling Neil to just relax. As the delicious smells filled the kitchen, he closed his eyes, hardly able to believe he was there. And to think, just yesterday I wasNeil tried to stop the flow of thoughts, not wanting to remember the letter and the intense frustration and anger he felt when he knewno! Warm kitchen, breakfast cooking, maybe a new life, I get to see Ashton again. Neil inwardly chanted the words over and over to himself like a mantra, unaware that Jim and Honey were both scrutinizing him.
"Honey, why dont you go fetch her highness? This is almost ready and shell be so excited to see you." Trixie handed Jim the platter of fragrant sausages to put on the table.
Honeys face lit up at the thought as she dashed out of the kitchen. "Has she told you anything yet?" Jim asked, setting down the platter.
"No, and believe it or not, Im not going to push her," Trixie replied, neatly flipping the last of the pancakes onto a large plate, nodding with satisfaction at their golden brown perfection. "Who would have believed Id ever turn out to be such a faaaabulous cook?"
Neil wondered how long the mood would last before it inevitably turned ugly. She looks pretty strong, but hes a big guy, he thought with a pang. He decided to enjoy it while it lasted, but not to get too comfortable. He knew better than that.
"Do you want a glass of milk?" Jims voice brought him back to his surroundings.
"Oh shootwere out of milk. I forgot to pick some up on the way home yesterday," Trixie admitted as she set the pancakes on the table. She shot Neil an apologetic smile.
"What am I going to do with you? Every time you get a new case you forget about everything else," Jim said.
Here it comes, Neil thought dully, his stomach clenching as his hands white knuckled into fists.
Trixie and Jim stared at Neil in surprise as he noticeably stiffened, his eyes wary as he slid his chair slightly back from the table. "Is something wrong, Neil?" she asked quietly. When he didnt reply, she added, "We have some orange juice if youd like," even though she knew it wasnt the lack of milk that was the problem. She gave Jim a quick glance, understanding the hint of sad recognition that came and went in his green eyes.
"Uh, Id rather have coffee. Please," he remembered to add, feeling his heart rate slowly return to normal. At Jims surprised look he said, "I always drink it."
Jim shrugged and brought him a cup. "I didnt get into the habit til I went to college, but I suppose it wont kill you."
Honey returned to the kitchen with an ecstatic Katy clinging to her like a burr. "A party!" she said happily to her aunt, wriggling against her. She waved to the boy her auntie Honey had told her about while she got her dressed.
Neil smiled shyly and returned the exuberant toddlers greeting. As they all gathered around the table, he filled his mouth hungrily with the first decent meal hed had in days, the pleasant and teasing conversation making him both lightheaded and content. It was pure folly, but he allowed his guard to relax just a little, deciding to savor the feeling of happiness like the rare treasure it was, even though he knew full well the dangers inherent in such a foolish emotion. It didnt pay to rely on tranquillity; Neil preferred to keep his feet on the solid ground of uncertainty, knowing that when you have nothing, you have nothing to lose.
Chapter 9
Jim waited until Neil had finished his second plate of pancakes before asking him, "Whats all this about having a friend at the school?" His tone was conversational.
Neil swallowed his last bite before replying. "Uh, Ashton writes me sometimes. He likes it a lot."
"Hes come a long way," Jim commented. He looked at him steadily. "Are you part of the gang that Ashton hung out with? Because if you are, I have to tell you right now that theres no way I can let you see him if thats the case." He didnt think soNeil hardly looked the typebut he had to be sure. He remembered how Dans old gang came back for him when he first came to Sleepyside, and how Dan almost slipped back into that life. Only six months ago, Dan had helped Ashton break away from the gang lifestyle. It was still a careful time for the boy, no matter how well he was doing.
"No! No way," Neil said, so passionately that everybody believed him. He seemed to sense that more was expected, so he added quickly. "We lived in the same motel and wed hang out sometimes. When he wasnt hanging out with them," he finished weakly. He hated the gang Ashton hung out withthey were ruthless and unpredictable, often striking out for no apparent reason, just like"He didnt belong with them," he said, unexpectedly.
"What makes you say that?" Trixie asked, curious.
Neil flushed, even the little girl was waiting for his reply. He wasnt used to people hanging onto his words, or even giving him credit for having an opinion. "He hes not mean," he finished lamely. He was suddenly flooded with memories he felt completely incapable of expressing.
"Erics mean. He kicked me in the leg last week," Katy said. She filled her mouth with pancake.
"What? Why did he do that? Did you tell Miss Lozano?" Jim exclaimed. Miss Lozano was Katys preschool teacher.
Katy remembered to swallow first. "Uh uh."
Jim had forgotten the essential rule of talking to toddlers. If you ask a series of questions, they will only answer the last one. "Why did Eric kick you?" he asked patiently.
"Cuz I made him give the truck back to Kenny. It was his and he was crying."
Trixie smothered a grin, thinking that the next step would be to buy Katy a red cape. She just couldnt stand it when other people were unhappy. "How did you make him give it back?" she asked her small daughter.
"I said give it back! And he did, then he kicked me." She smiled at her father. "Its okay. I kicked him back. But hes still mean." Katy shrugged in a world-weary way, reaching for another sausage.
Neil couldnt help ithe let out a bark of laughter. He clapped a hand over his mouth, but relaxed when he realized that everybody else was laughing too.
"Its not okaynext time that happens go tell Miss Lozano, all right?" Jim managed to sputter. Sometimes it was impossible not to laugh at some of the remarks that came out of Katys mouth.
Neil excused himself, heading for the bathroom he was directed to. As soon as he was out of earshot, Trixie and Honey told Jim what little they knew about the boy, describing how they found him.
"If we grill him with a lot of questions, he may just take off. Ill take him to school with me and have him take a few placement tests for now," Jim decided.
"You should talk to Ashton too," Trixie put in, getting up and helping herself to more coffee.
"I will, but not right away. He has to know he can trust us first."
"But dont wait too long. There may be people who are worried about him, going crazy because they dont know where his is, or if hes okay." Trixies voice was so solemn that Jim gave her a quick look.
"I wont," he finally said, standing up as Neil re-entered the room. He gave her a quick hug, saying to Neil, "Come to the school with mewell work everything out. He lifted Katy as she ran at him, cuddling her into his chest. "And no more kicking people, tiger." He kissed her and amended, "Well, unless they kick your first!"
* * *In spite of herself, Joeanne Darnell was nervous. Its not really a dateIm just going to be part of a group thats going to a concert, she kept reminding herself as the day wore on. Still, every time she remembered Dan telling her that she was in luck, that they had an extra ticket, she felt her face grow a little warm.
She leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes for a moment. She was horribly lonely, and like most people who find themselves in that state, she couldnt forgive herself for it. She admonished herself for being weak, she reminded herself that she had family who loved her dearly, friends who missed her, old friends who were helping her outshe paused in her lecture, smiling at the thought of Trixie, Honey and Dan. Dan. Dan, whose eyes were as dark as her own, who had a kick-ass jaw and a lean, yet muscular body its not really a date, she reminded herself again. She took an enormous swig of coke, wincing as she got the classic cold headache behind her right eyebrow. The phone rang and she welcomed the distraction until she recognized the voice on the other end.
"Hello Joeanne. Howve you been?" The clipped tones of her ex law professor made her heart fall into her stomach. "Are you there?" the voice continued when she didnt reply.
Joeanne dug the first two nails of her right hand into the palm of her left hand, pressing until her heart crept back up where it belonged. "What do you care?" she said through clenched teeth.
Silence. She would have thought he hung up except she could hear the faint sound of breathing. She was about to hang up herself when he spoke again. "I dont want to be your enemy, Joeanne."
She closed her eyes. "You should have thought of that before," she said flatly. She was amazed at how much she still hated him. She thought about the obvious caring that existed between Dan, Trixie and Honey, knowing instinctively that Dan would lay down his life for his two friends without hesitation. She felt even worse, wondering why she ever hooked up with this pathetic excuse for a man.
"I didnt call to argue with you, Joeanne. I only wanted to " Joeanne cut off his patronizing tones, feeling as if she would scream.
"Im not one of your little students anymore, Richard. What you did was so beyond wrong it sickens me to even hear your voice." Her words were clipped and steely. "Don't ever call me again," she hissed, hanging up the phone. It rang again almost immediately and she jerked it to her mouth. "Didnt I make myself clear?" she snarled.
"Uh, Joeanne? Its Dan." Joeanne winced at the cautious sound of his voice, feeling like a first class jerk.
"Im so sorry, Dan. I just got off the phone with my with somebody Id just rather not talk to." Her body warmed when she heard his easy reply.
"Dont worry about it." There was a pause, then"I guess asking how you are is a dumb question?"
Joeanne laughed. "Im all right now. How are you?" Fine! she thought, then blushed at the teenybopper word.
"Well, Ive got some bad news "
Joeanne tensed. "About Sammy?" she asked, her voice tight.
Dans voice was quick and reassuring. "No. No, noits about the concert tonight. Its been cancelled due to illness."
"Oh!" Her voice was so relieved she felt silly. "I mean, thats too bad." She heard laughing and started laughing herself. "No really. I was looking forward to it." I was looking forward to seeing you! "Does Trixie know?"
"Yeah, I just got off the phone with her. But hey, she wants us both to come over for dinner at her house instead. Well drive Jim crazy playing jazz on the stereo and eat lasagna. How does that sound?"
It sounded so good that Joeanne was embarrassed at how gladdened she felt. "Sounds good," she managed, clearing her throat. His voice was doing funny things to her, making her forget her vow not to get herself tied up into knots over a man ever again. Rationally, she knew that Dan was nothing like Richard, and most likely would not have done what he did. But her heart was afraid to let go, not letting her forget what happened to her the last time she gave herself to another person. She shook her head a little at her own foolishness. What are you so worried about anyway? Theres no way somebody as wonderful as Dan will ever be interested in someone like me! She was too tall, she was quiet around people she didnt know and, worst of all, she was a brainiac. Richard was always telling her she needed to lighten up, not offer her opinion so much, make more light-hearted conversation. More small talk. Joeanne sighed heavily. She loathed small talk.
"Is something wrong?"
Joeanne let out a little laugh. "No. Sorrysomething just popped into my head completely unrelated."
"Glad Im not the only one who answers a question that hasnt really been asked by the person Im talking to." Dan chuckled. "Know what I mean?"
She knew exactly what he meant and started grinning. "Or heres onehave you ever remembered something really funny you heard earlier and started laughing for no apparent reason?" She chortled at his reply and they went back and forth for awhile, until Joeanne realized with a start how much time had gone by. "God Dan, I really need to get back to work if Im going to be able to make it to Trixies," she said regretfully. She hadnt talked so much in a long time. She was able to convince him that she could drive herself, that she knew the way, and hung up.
Its not a date, its just a group of friends having dinner together She flipped open her notebook with a loud sigh, forcing her mind back onto the disturbing business of proving that a baby didnt belong with his own mother, and that it was for his own protection.
* * *Dan stood in the shower for a long time, letting the hot water lull him into a state of complete relaxation. The phone conversation hed had earlier with Joeanne Darnell was nothing short of amazingin the past, hed only felt that free with one other female, and that particular person was taken. So taken that he rarely allowed himself to even remember that she also happened to be beautiful. Ninety-five percent of the time he was successful, and as for the remaining five percent, usually reminding himself that Jim would remove his heart with a spoon if he ever tried anything worked.
He stepped out of the shower and started drying himself briskly. Trixie was one of the best friends hed ever hadhe would never risk harming that relationship anyway. He let his mind drift back to Joeanne. She was so damn intelligent, and all wrapped up in an unbelievably attractive package. Like Trixie, she didnt seem to notice it, which made her even more irresistible.
Take it easy, man. Why are you thinking about this woman so much? Shes nice, shes smart, shes prettyfine. Take her out a few times, have some fun, whats the big deal? Dan slowly got dressed, perplexed at the way his heart seemed to be beating faster than usual, at the nervous way his fingers fumbled the buttons of his black dress shirt, wondering why a simple dinner seemed to mean so much.
* * *Trixie was just closing the oven when the door leading into the kitchen opened. "Hey, the conquering hero returns!" she said, setting the timer for an hour. "Lasagna!" she said merrily, deciding that an evening free of worrying about her new case and her brothers marriage was in order.
"Milk!" Jim rejoined in the same jaunty tone, hoisting up the gallon jug hed snagged from the school cafeteria. He set it on the counter and pulled her to him, kissing her firmly. "It does a body good," he joked, before lowering his mouth again.
"Boy, doesnt take much to get you excited, does it?" Trixie gasped when she was finally able to come up for air. Before he could answer she drew his face down onto hers again, kissing him so deeply her knees went. "Now that does a body good," she purred.
"Must you guys act like newlyweds in front of me?" Honey stood there, completely unnoticed, holding Katys hand. They had just returned from a walk in the woods.
"They always do that," Katy said, her voice so matter-of-fact that the three adults laughed.
"Is that so?" Honey asked, ruffling her nieces hair. Her tone was light, but her eyes were sad. Brian had called her cellphone several times that day, but she didnt call him back. What for, so they could talk about how he thought shed make a terrible mother? She suspected she wasnt being entirely fair, but was too disconsolate to care. "Whats cooking?" she said, taking a deep breath.
"Lasagna," Trixie replied, looking at her sharply. "The concert was cancelled, so Dan and Joeanne are coming over for dinner." She grinned, adding, "Id invite Mart, but hes just so busy tonight!"
Jim laughedhed heard the whole story. "You know, Id love it if those two got together. It would be interesting to see Dan finally lose his cool over a woman." He remembered what a hard time Dan gave him when he first fell hard for Trixie, mostly because I was being such a complete and utter fool, and almost let her go, he thought ruefully. But still, revenge would be sweet. Saccharine sweet!
"It would," Honey agreed as she unzipped Katy out of her jacket. "I have to admit it would."
Jim and Trixie looked at herher manner didnt quite match her words. "Is there anything youd like to tell us?" Jim asked.
Honey sighed. "Not really." When they didnt look away, she added, "I just need a little time out, okay?"
"Did you do something bad?" Katy inquired, her green eyes wide. In her experience, it was never the grownups who were sent to their room.
Honey laughed and picked her up, holding her close. "YeahI waited too long to visit my favorite niece!" she said, giving her an Eskimo kiss. She breathed in the comforting smell of little kid hair, truly understanding what the term maternal longing really meant.
"As the Go-Gos once said, our lips are sealed", Trixie promised, giving Jim a look.
Considering how the evening ended, Trixie was beyond glad that they all enjoyed the before so much."Speak for yourself," he muttered, then sighed when Honey turned beseeching hazel eyes on him. "I just want to help," he said, Honeys situation unbearable to him.
"Well, you cant," Honey replied, not unkindly. "Some things just cant be fixed." She set Katy down and slowly walked out of the room.
"This really sucks," Trixie said simply. She got a head of lettuce out of the refrigerator and started tearing it apart, attacking the leaves with gusto.
"I have half a mind to give Brian a little visit," Jim said grimly. Brian was his best friend, but if he hurt his sister he was going to have a hard time remembering that.
"Calm down, Underdog. Honey isnt Sweet Polly Purebread, and Brian isnt Simon Barsinister!" Trixie exclaimed, as she started chopping up radishes and cucumbers. "Besides, Brians coming to the school for the annual check up at the end of the week, which is a prime opportunity for some big time digging. By meI dont trust you not to lose your temper," she finished firmly.
Jim was about to make a retort about her infamous temper, when he realized that she was probably right. "Maybe it wont even be necessary," he said hopefully, helping himself to a radish.
"I hope not." Trixie said, scraping all her salad ingredients into a large bowl. Her voice was hopeful, but her blue eyes were troubled. "I really hope not."
Chapter 10
Dan showed up in his usual black, prompting the eternal question, "Dont you have any other colors in your wardrobe?" to which he replied, "Sure denim!" He nodded in appreciation at the dreamy guitar sounds emanating from the stereomusic from his private collection that he had taped for Trixie some time ago. After a drunk driver killed his father one night while returning home from one of his studio sessions, Dans mother had been too grief stricken to ever listen to the music her husband had been recording in his free time ever again. Dan found the set of tapes among his moms belongings after she passed away, and considered them to be among his prize possessions.
Joeanne showed up right after, everybody amused that she too was dressed almost entirely in black.
"Dont tell me its your signature color too," Jim said, still privately reeling from how grown up Joeanne had become. She was a million miles away from the wiry little girl whose pigtails he once chopped off.
"Not really. This is just one of my look at how grown up I am, you can trust me outfits I wear to work. I lost track of the time and didnt have time to change," she replied ruefully. She wondered how long it was going to take for everybody to stop treating her like a female Dougie Howser.
"Does it work?" Dan asked, secretly thinking how much the short skirt was working for him.
"Ve shall zee," she replied, accepting the glass of wine that Trixie handed her. She looked down at the little girl who was studying her. "And this can only be one person!" She smiled with pleasure at the picture of health Katy made. After seeing Sammy fight for his life, it was like wrapping up in the worlds softest blanket to look at her. "Shes so beautiful," she said, with the merest hint of longing.
Katy lifted her arms and Joeanne handed her glass to Dan, promptly picking her up. "You know, thats what I love about little kidsthey dont spend a lot of time worrying about rejection. Remember how Sally was?" she asked Trixie, referring to her little sister who, at age 17, wasnt really so little anymore. She settled Katy on her hip as she leaned her head contentedly on her shoulder.
Trixie smiled secretly as she recalled Dan making an almost identical comment. "I sure do," she replied with a laugh, remembering the bold little girl who had befriended herself and Honey.
Honey laughed. "That was one cute little girl. Does she still have Bud?" Sally was so taken with Honeys little black puppy back then, Honey ended up giving her the dog before they returned home.
"Believe it or not, yes. Buds 13 years old and still going," Joeanne replied.
"Sure wish I could say the same about Patch," Jim replied, referring to his beloved Springer Spaniel whod died just last year. It was still hard for him to talk about, and he hadnt yet been able to bring himself to get another dog.
"Yeah I really miss that dog," Trixie put in, hugging him. She would never forget the look on Jims face when they found him, not if she lived for a hundred more years.
Over dinner, Joeanne talked about her life on the Smith farm, speaking of Mary and Nat Smith with fondness. "It was wonderful living with them. I dont think two kinder people have ever lived. Even after Dad got his own place, we always seemed to end up there for Sunday dinner." She smiled at Jim and Trixie. "Shed be real excited to know I was having dinner with you."
"We havent gone to visit them in so long. And we shouldwhat a cook!" Jim reminisced, remembering the enormous dinners made only from food grown and raised on the farm. "Not that your cooking is bad," he added hastily to Trixie. As if trying to prove his sincerity, he took an enormous bite of his lasagna and almost choked.
"Ha! Good thing you threw that in," Trixie said mildly after ascertaining that the Heimlich maneuver wasnt needed.
Joeanne grinned at the exchange. "That Mary is one smart cookie. Did you know she always knew the two of you were going to end up together?" Her eyes grew soft as she recalled the woman she had never successfully kept anything from for long.
"Really? Thats so coolmost of what I know about that time is from Marts book," Dan said, interested. Ever since Katy was born, Mart had been writing stories for her about the adventures his sister got them all into when they were growing up. His first book told about Trixie and Honey finding Jim in his great uncles mansion, and the "series" went on from there. Dan was amused that he hadnt even been introduced yet as a "character", and Mart had already completed four books!
"Ah yes, the book. Mart and I talked on the phone for over three hours one night while he grilled me for information," Joeanne recalled. The smile on her face when she looked at him made Dan feel like his lungs werent functioning properly. "Mary always says shell never forget the look on Trixies face when Jim came walking up the path," Joeanne finished, causing a blush to creep over Trixies face. "I didnt tell Mart that part," she added unnecessarily.
"Isnt that sweeeeeet?" Dan crooned, causing Trixie to kick him under the table.
"Do you still keep in touch with them?" Jim asked, giving Dan a you should talk look.
"Oh yes. Theyre like grandparents to me. Especially MaryI always felt like I could tell her anything. She was a rock during my Junior High Horrors, Ill tell you!" Joeanne made it sound like a Creature Feature.
"Junior High horrors?" Honey asked. Life had been good at Sleepyside Junior-Senior High for her. In fact, it was the first time in her academic life she ever felt at home anywhere.
Joeanne was surprised at the tightening sensation in her gutshe thought she had left those days far behind her. Days of being two years younger than everybody else, spending lunchtime in the library wishing she had a group to eat with "Try being eleven in the eighth grade!" she said wryly, leaving it at that.
"Hello!" Jim said, raising his hand and giving it an ironic wave. "Been there!"
"What happened, did you get pushed into lockers or something?" Dan asked, interested. Jim never talked much about his past either. It sometimes seemed like he didnt even exist before he came to Sleepyside.
"No, nothing like that. Its just that most of the guys in my classes were interested in certain things, and I wasnt. I mean I was interested, but not in the same way they were," Jim replied, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. "Lets just say it was an awkward time and leave it at that!"
"Ohhhhhh," Dan said, his eyebrows lifting in understanding as everybody smiled.
The three women left Jim and Dan to load the dishwasher while they relaxed in the living room, quickly filling Joeanne in on what little they had turned up so far. "Im sorry JoIm mostly getting a lot of "how dare yous" with a few "Deb deserves the mother of the year awards" thrown in," Trixie said, Honey nodding her head in agreement. Deborah Lewiss brave-yet-strong act would never fool either one of them again, not after Trixies talk with the level headed nurse.
"If we could only get some physical evidence, I think the nurses testimony would be enough," Joeanne said wistfully. "But so far, the doctor is baffled."
"I know," Trixie replied. "My ex college roommate works for the DAs office in San FranciscoI emailed her for advice and she said the same thing about the evidence." She smiled at the thought of Kerry, who had fulfilled her dream of becoming a district attorney. She wished she hadnt moved so far away. "But she did suggest a concealed camera. Ceiling cameras can record a wide range of movement, and they can be easily hidden in hospital rooms."
Joeanne nodded. "My Supervisor suggested the same thing and we were able to get a court order yesterday afternoon. It was installed early this morning." She looked grim. "If, God forbid, Mrs. Lewis tries anything and we catch it on camera " she didnt need to finish the sentence.
"It sounds illegal," Honey mused, stroking Katys curls as she climbed into her lap.
"Well, getting a court order for videotaping is a lot less complicated when the request omits sound. Judges dont have to consider wire tap laws," Joeanne explained.
Jim and Dan joined them and they dropped all talk about the caseby silent agreement all needing an evening free of unpleasantness. Honey leaned back in her chair, letting the conversation swirl around her, adding the occasional comment. She wondered if Brian missed her and if he was sorry for what he said. She couldnt believe it had only been 24 hours since she lefther entire body ached with loneliness and the thought of another night without him was daunting. God get a hold of yourselfyou slept alone for years, after all! Honey thought, feeling slightly ridiculous. She had never realized how accustomed shed become to the physical aspects of sharing sleep with another personand how empty it feels when its gone. She welcomed Katys warm weight, cuddling her niece closer.
"This music is so wonderful," Joeanne sighed. She stretched luxuriously, clearly relaxed and even happy. "If I didnt know any better, Id think it was Tim Mangan." She grinned at Dan who was stretched out flat on the floor in front of the fire. "I meant to tell you the other day, you have the same last name as my favorite jazz guitarist."
Dan sat up, a slow smile spreading across his face. "It is Tim Mangan," he said, referring to the music.
Joeanne frowned. "How can that be? I thought I owned everything he ever did." She shook her head. "Damn! Am I going to have to hit Ebay again?"
"You own everything he did?" Dan asked. He couldnt understand how that could behis father had never recorded under his own name, although it had been his dream. He was a well-respected studio musician who was paid for his sessions, but given no royalties. Before Dan was born, hed even traveled with some of the bands when they performed on the road, but surely he wasnt well known
"Well, I mean I know what albums he played on and I have them all. Or so I thought," she added ruefully. She lifted her hands and let them drop. "Hey, everybody needs a hobby!"
Trixie, Honey and Jim exchanged incredulous glances. Not only was this an unbelievable coincidence, it was revealing a part of Dans past that even Dan himself was unaware of. He was only eight years old when his father died, and his mother never talked much about her husbands life in music. Dan knew that she blamed the lifestyle for his deathif he hadnt have gone to a late night recording session, he wouldnt have been killed. He had never pushed her, and after she died when he was 13, he made the decision to leave the past in the past.
"Is something wrong?" Joeanne asked when the room filled with silence. She searched her mind for anything offensive she might have said and came up blank.
"No, its just, well, you surprised me. You see, Tim Mangan is, was, my father." Dans voice seemed loud in the stillness.
Joeannes jaw dropped. "He is? Really? I dont believe it!"
Dan recovered his poise. "Think Im making it up?" he joked, even though he was still incredulous at the idea of somebody actually being a fan of his fathers work.
"Well, no, but supposedly you died in that, um, accident too." When everybody stared at her, she added, "Its part of the official biography."
"Theres an official biography?" Trixie asked. She glanced at Dan who gave a never heard of it shrug.
"Oh yeah! And obviously, its wrong. Dan, Im getting the distinct feeling that this is going to shock the c " she thought of Katy and amended, "heck out of you, but theres an official Tim Mangan website too. I go on it all the timeits for other diehards like me. Thats where I read about, well, what I said before."
Dan jumped up. "This I have got to see. Will you show me?"
His face was so lit up with eagerness that it almost hurt her to look at him. She fought the urge to throw her arms around him, instead saying, "Sure. Of course; Ill show you right now."
"Ill get my laptop!" Trixie cried and dashed from the room, returning only moments later out of breath with excitement. She had always thought it was a mistake for Dan not to find out more about his dadshe was gladder than ever that she had decided to throw the impromptu party.
They all gathered around Joeanne as Trixie placed the computer in her lap, watching as she typed in http://barbln.cygnus.org/timmangan.htm "Look at that!" Dan said in amazement as a picture of his father phased into view with a menu list of options. "I cant believe there are actually people who are interested in this."
"Believe it, Dan. Theres even a few people from Australia who come here. We leave inspirational messages for each other, exchange recordings and even " she broke off, suddenly embarrassed.
"What?" Dan asked. He studied her blushing cheeks, drinking in the scent of violets that clung to her slender body, and suddenly he didnt care that he usually didnt get serious over women. He didnt care about anything except seeing her again.
Her heart slammed wildly at her rib cage, the expression on his face making her forget that she wasnt going to get involved with anybody for a long time, maybe never. She finally remembered that he asked her a question. "I hope you dont take this the wrong way, but we debate about the music a lot, you know, which work we like best and why, and stuff like that." She let a smile widen on her face. "In a way, we even debate about you," she said with a mischievous look at Dan.
"Me? What do you mean?"
"Oh, every few months or so the question gets raised again: is his music better after he had a family, or was it better before?"
Jim laughed. "Are you serious?"
Joeanne blushed again. "You all probably think were crazy, dont you?"
"Not me. I found a Lucy Radcliffe fan site a few years ago and I go there all the time," Trixie confessed.
Dan wasnt listeninghe was too busy clicking on the different options. He clicked on the list of titles and was stunned as the song and album titles seemed to go on and on. "Wow, look at all of this!" His voice was proud as he noticed all the well know groups his Dad had played with. "And you have every one of these?" he asked Joeanne.
"Yep. Some I bought, some I traded and some I recorded off of jazz stations. My college radio station got so tired of me calling in requests they threatened to send me a bill," she said cheerfully. She cleared her throat, adding casually, "Ill have to play some for you, sometime." It wont really be a date, Im just being nice. Oh who are you trying to kid! Joeanne gazed at Dan for a moment, wanting with every cell in her body to lean over, put her hands on his face and kiss his mouth. She saw in the sudden darkening of his eyes that he would like that, too.
And both of them, at the same time, turned away.
Trixie noticed the silent exchange, and it took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to make a teasing remark. She wondered why Dan and Joeanne were expending such large amounts of energy fighting their obvious attraction and was thankful yet again that she was married and didnt have to play those kinds of games.
Then she frowned; she had a good idea why Dan was fighting it. She understood too well how the death of Dans parents had influenced him, how deeply rooted Dans fear of loss was. Its interesting how two people can go through the same kind of trauma and be affected so differently, she mused. For Jim, the loss of his parents was manifested in the form of over-protective worry, what Trixie privately thought of as mother bearcubitis. Before she fully understood this, it used to drive her absolutely insane when he would beg her to be careful.
"Where did this come from?" Joeanne asked, indicating the music playing with a tilt of her dark head.
"Apparently, my dad recorded it in the months before he died. He wanted to be a solo artist, and I think he could have been if " Dan broke off, his mouth tightening as he thought about the careless individual who, with one wanton act, destroyed an entire family. "If he hadnt have died."
"God, the people on the board would have an attack if they heard this. Its so good, Dan."
"Ill make a copy for you if you like."
"Would you?" Joeanne breathed, starry eyed. Dan wondered if there was anything he could ever refuse this woman and doubted it.
"Sure," he managed. He felt Honey eyeing him and was thankful that unlike Trixie, he wasnt prone to blushing.
"Sure," Jim whispered to Trixie, making her smile. She leaned into him and whispered back, "I wouldnt make too much fun if I was you, Big Daddy Jim!" She wasnt the only Bob White who was amused at the way a certain little girl had her father completely wrapped around her finger. It was probably just as well that she didnt realize that everybody was also enjoying the sweet and soft side of her own personality that had emerged since Katy was born.
She was spared Jims reply by the faint ringing of her cellphone coming from her purse. She rose from the sofa, leaving Dan and Joeanne glued to the computer as she walked over to the table by the door, quickly answering it.
"Trixie? Its Meggie." The young womans voice was anxious and Trixie could hear the sounds of hospital pages in the background.
"Oh my God, what is it?" she gasped, causing everybody to look at her with concern. She closed her eyes at the reply.
"Im not sure. Somethings wrong with Sammy."
Chapter 11
They all wanted to go, but somebody had to stay behind. Katy decided it in the end when she threw her arms around Honeys legs, tearfully begging her "not to go yet, Auntie!" It was easy to see that although she didnt understand what was happening, she was frightened of the change in mood.
Promising to call Honey as soon as they knew what was going on, they all gave the little girl reassuring hugs before piling into Jims Tahoe, making it to the White Plains hospital in record time. Joeanne spoke to the attending on duty and was able to find out that Sammy had what appeared to be a seizure, but was now holding his own.
"This is your fault!" Deborah Lewis screamed as soon as she saw Joeanne getting off of the elevator. She rose from her chair in the waiting room, standing in front of them. "If my son was at home, if he wasnt being kept from me " She noticed the doctor entering the room and walked away, practically throwing herself at him. "Whats happening? Whats wrong with my child?"
Joeanne felt an icy sensation low in her stomach. Could there possibly be any truth to the womans statements? Was she, Joeanne, the cause of Sammys current condition? What if she was wrong? She went very still, unconsciously letting out a little moan. Strong fingers twined through hers and she gripped Dans hand tightly, unable to deny how right the feeling was even through her misery.
"Shes full of crap," Dan whispered, easily reading her expression.
"Dans right," Trixie hissed. "Its part of her act." Jim looked slightly sick at the thought of it all just being a performance.
The simple statements were enough to bring her back to herself. "Thank you," she whispered. She reluctantly released Dans hand, walking over to where the doctor and Mrs. Lewis stood. "How is Sammy?" she asked, her dark eyes serious.
The doctor looked at her with thinly veiled contempt. "Hes going to be fine. When the nurse responded to the call button, he was shaking uncontrollably. We were able to stabilize his condition and now hes resting comfortably." As Joeanne sighed with relief, he turned to the distraught mother. "You need to get some rest, Debbie. I know you dont like to hear it, but you really need to go home."
Mrs. Lewis smiled bravely. "You know I cant bear to leave him. Cant I just catnap in the waiting room until he wakes up?"
The doctor laid a hand on her shoulder. "Im sorry this is happening. Ill do everything I can for your little boy." Unlike you his expression seemed to say as his gaze raked Joeanne. With his dark hair shot through with silver and gray eyes, he looked like the ultimate authority figure. Joeanne almost felt like a naughty child, and swiftly reminded herself again that she had a professional right to be here.
He waited until Mrs. Lewis had walked to a nearby chair before speaking. "Anything else?" he asked coldly.
Joeanne straightened. "There damn well is. Ill need a full report on what happened this evening, and you know it. May I remind you, doctor, that you are under court order to cooperate with the Attorney Generals Office?" She kept her tone icily professional.
"Fine," was all he said. He started to walk away when Joeanne stopped him. "Doctor Uniat, I only want whats best for Sammy. I know you dont believe that, but its true." There was something in her voice that got through to him and he softened slightly.
"I know you believe that. I want it too, but I have to wonder if keeping a mother and son apart is the answer," he responded. "Especially after what shes been through."
Joeanne knew that attacking Mrs. Lewis would get her nowhere with this man. "What do you think is wrong, doc?"
Doctor Uniat sighed. He wasnt a bad person, only an old fashioned one. Like many older doctors, he found the whole concept of Munchausen by Proxy too fantastic to be real. "He has all the symptoms of having a seizure, but none of the usual causes. Were running more tests and monitoring him regularly." He shook his head, clearly frustrated. "This has been the damndest case Ive ever worked ontheres effect, but no cause."
Oh theres cause all right, and her name is Deborah Lewis! Joeanne thought, but said nothing. She wasnt about to have that unsuccessful conversation again. "Can I see him?"
"Not tonight," he said, his manner not unkind. "Hes resting, and the nurses are keeping close watch on his vitals."
"Please keep me informed," she said, gratified when he nodded, shaking hands with her before walking away. She rejoined Dan, Trixie and Jim, who were standing as far from Mrs. Lewis as they could get without actually leaving the room.
"We heard," Trixie said before she could say anything. "At least hes okay."
"For now," Joeanne said blackly. She felt the beginning of tears and ruthlessly pushed them back.
"I wish there was something I could do," Jim said, recognizing all too well the suppression of emotion playing itself out in Joeannes face. Hed seen Trixie do that many times over the years, and it never failed to rile his protective instincts.
"Me too," she replied shakily. "But thanks just the same." Hes still the guy who wouldnt let me be alone in the woods, she thought, feeling a slight warmth break up the ice that had formed over her heart ever since Trixie took the call.
"Whew, now that its all over, I feel like I could just collapse," Dan said, watching enviously as Jim put his arm around Trixie, pulling her into him, wishing he could do the same with Joeanne. He no longer thought he could just take her out a few times and have some fun. He was through kidding himself about that. What he wasnt sure of was what he intended to do about it. It was obvious from their phone conversation that she was just out of a bad relationship, and that would no doubt complicate the matter.
"Its not over," Joeanne said softly, pushing the button for the elevator. A single tear escaped and she swiped at it impatiently.
"I need to find Meggie and let her know whats going on," Trixie said as they entered the elevator. "Plus, she said she had something important to tell me."
"Did she see anything?" Joeanne said, her voice rising with excitement. Her mind was already leaping ahead with the possibilities. The elevator stopped in the emergency lobby and they got out.
"I dont know, she didnt " she spotted Meggies boyfriend talking to the nurse behind the counter and walked over to him. "Andywheres Meggie?" She could tell by the tense expression filling his normally affable face that something was wrong.
"Meggies just got a few bumps and bruises," the nurse behind the counter said soothingly. "Shell be with you in a sec."
"Oh no! What happened?" Trixie cried. Before the nurse could reply, Meggie appeared, walking out of one of the exam rooms. She held an icepack to her swollen jaw, her long brown hair spilling over her shoulders. "Hey," she said, lifting the icepack and giving a tired shrug. "Ellen says Im fine," she said to Andy as he reached her side. He took her free hand and said nothing, his face registering his unwillingness to continue the argument in front of a roomful of people.
"What happened?" Trixie asked the young girl, giving her shoulder a squeeze.
Meggie looked around nervously for a moment. "Is there somewhere we can go?" she said urgently to the nurse.
"Ill keep everybody out of Exam 2 for as long as I can, honey," the attending nurse said sympathetically. She had the wildest hair Trixie had ever seen, it made her own curls seem sleek by comparison.
Trixie sighed as they all trooped into the little room. Yeah, this is real inconspicuous! She thought miserably, but she simply didnt have the energy to make an issue out of it. It was probably too late anyway.
Meggie shut the door and faced the group. "I didnt see Mrs. Lewis do anything to Sammy," she began, knowing that this was what was uppermost on everyones mind. "I finished my rounds and thought Id check on him. I saw Mrs. Lewis at the end of the hall, talking to some man."
"With dark hair?" Trixie asked on a hunch, remembering the head that had poked into the room the first time she visited.
"Yes!" Meggie exclaimed. Five pairs of eyes looked at Trixie in surprise, five mouths opening at once and bombarding her with questions. The din was incredible.
Trixie held up her hands. "Guys! I saw the back of a head for one second!" She quickly explained what happened.
"Ive got a bad feeling about this," Dan muttered.
"Go on, Meggie," Trixie urged. "Then what?"
Meggie touched her sore jaw. "I went into Sammys room. I figured if one of them came in, I could just say I was a volunteer." She broke off, glancing down at her uniform. "After all, its not a lie. I am a volunteer. I peeked into his crib and he was making these sounds. These awful sounds," she repeated, her voice rising. "I could tell he was having trouble breathing. He was trembling all over too. I was so scared! I hit the call button and then all of the sudden somebody grabbed me from behind."
Trixie noticed the growing expression on Andys face and felt sorry for him, wondering if there would ever come a day when she didnt carry residual guilt from some of her own adventures. "Somebody?" she asked, ignoring the brief flash of pain from her quick trip down Bad Judgement Lane.
"A mans voice said something like cant you all just leave her alone? and then he slammed my face down on the crib. I must have blacked out for just a second because next thing I knew, I was lying on the floor." She looked at her boyfriend for a moment, clearly wishing that he didnt have to hear this for the second time. He looked stonily back at her and she sighed before continuing. "I tried to see who it was, but all I saw was the back of a head leaving the room." She looked significantly at Trixie. "A dark head."
"I dont like this at all. This man is involved somehow, and everybody concerned with this case needs to watch her back." Dan began to pace in the small room, almost tripping over a small metal stool in his path.
"His back too," Joeanne put in, with a glance at Dan.
Dan shook his head. "I didnt come to the hospital that day. Theres no way Mister Dark Hair can know Im involved."
"I wouldnt be so sure of that. Were sticking out like a sore thumb all grouped together like this," Trixie contradicted. She took Jims hand before continuing. "Everybody in this room needs to be careful until we find out who this guy is." She made sure her voice had a lecture-free tone. "Meggie, I appreciate what you did. You probably saved Sammys life. But dont do anything by yourself anymore, okay? You should have asked one of the nurses to go in with you."
"You shouldnt have gone to that floor by yourself in the first place!" Andy threw in. Meggies sense of adventure was one of the things he liked best about her, but he was starting to see the dark side of it.
"Andy, not again!" Meggie begged, frustrated. She looked at Joeanne, a gleeful look flitting over her face. "And anyway, Im not sorry because," she reached into her pocket and carefully pulled out a handkerchief wrapped bundle, "I found this on the floor, underneath the crib. I made sure not to touch it with my hands."
Joeanne carefully unwrapped it, gasping at what she saw. "Oh my God, Meggie! This might be it. This might be the piece of physical evidence we need!" She carefully laid the object down and impulsively hugged the young girl. Tomorrow Ill be able to get a hold of the video tape and well just see about Mrs. Lewis!
"See! Arent you all glad I went in there now?" she asked unwisely.
"You were lucky this time, but what if he did more? What if he had a knife or something?" Andys voice was rising as it became clear to him that she wasnt taking what happened seriously. At least, not as seriously as he was. She stood there looking at him, and she looked so beautiful he couldnt stand it. "If you think Im going to hang around and wait for you to be killed, youve got another thing coming!" he burst out, lunging for the door.
"Arrrrrrrrrrrgh," Meggie moaned as the door closed behind him. "Im sorry," she apologized to the room in general. "Hes just a little upset. He came down here to pick me up and, well, I guess it is a little upsetting to find your girlfriend looking like she just went a few rounds. But man, its not like I plan on these things happening! I was on that floor because my supervisor actually asked me to take something to the head nurse up there. And when I saw them by his room, I had a bad feeling about it. But it was the right feeling!" She ran out of breath, clearly frustrated.
"It sure was," Joeanne said. "But Andys right about one thingit could have been worse. Im so thankful it wasnt." Meggie was the same age as her sister; she felt her heart constrict at the thought of Sally attacked by some strange man. One Darnell is enough, she thought, her jaw clenching. She forced herself to relax, knowing she couldnt afford to fall apart. Not now. Not ever.
"Amen to that," Jim added. He gave Trixies hand a squeeze. "Im speaking from experience when I tell you that hes just worried about you, thats all."
"I know," Meggie said, her face unhappy.
Trixie could feel Bad Judgement Lane calling to her again and ignored it. Its a waste of time to beat yourself up over the past. What was, was. "Just learn from the experience and move on, Meggie." At the girls nod, she continued lightly, "And I dont know if this will make you feel any better, but I know just how you feel. I used to have a boyfriend just like that!"
"Really?" Meggie asked. "Oh boy. What did you do?" She smiled back at the older woman, glad that she wasnt angry with her too.
Trixie let her smile turn into a grin. "I married him!"
Everybody laughed merrily as Meggie looked by turns horrified, guilty then resigned.
"Oh, I needed that!" Joeanne gasped between chuckles.
I know what I need, Dan thought, schooling his expression into something a little less obvious.
"Droll, very droll," Jim said, doing his best Fred Flintstone impersonation. He pulled Trixie into a loose hug. "Shed be lost without me," he sighed, knowing that the exact opposite was more likely true. He couldnt help wondering about the mysterious dark-haired man and only felt better after mentally chanting shes always careful several times.
Joeanne carefully placed the bundle into her purse. "I need to get this to a lab right away, but I dont want to use this hospital." Considering everything thats happened, I better use the company the Attorney Generals Office always used, Joeanne silently decided. She felt a surge of savage elationfor all she knew, the key to Sammys personal safety might finally be in her hands.
"Id feel a lot better if youd let me go with you," Dan said, ignoring the look he could feel from Trixies direction. He kept his voice neutral. "After what Meggies been through, I dont think its a good idea for any of us to be alone." To his surprise and relief, she readily agreed.
"Dont want to set a bad example for the kid here!" she said, shooting Meggie a teasing glance. She was glad to see the girl took it in stride, even giving her a rueful nod. She knew that wasnt the only reason she agreed and felt her face grow a little warm. She was disconcerted to realize that she wasnt entirely sure what was making her the happiestknowing that she might finally have the last piece of the puzzle or that she was going to be spending more time with Dan.
* * *
She turned down the offer of a ride, but not the security escort, and headed for the parking lot, knowing hed be waiting for her. As mad as Andy ever got, he would never leave her stranded. She sighed, wondering what she was going to do. She liked Andy a lot. She suspected she may even love him, but she didnt want to think about that. Her best friend Sarah teased her about it enough as it was. Her shoulders slumped as she realized that she was most likely due for another lecture when she told her about what happened. Can I help it if she couldnt come to work today? Its not my fault she caught a cold!
She finally spotted Andys jeep and was relieved to see that he had calmed down considerably since he left the hospital, wearing a sheepish expression she was familiar with. "Thanks Jeff," she said to the burly guard whod walked her to the parking garage.
"You see that man again, you come and get me, you hear?" he said.
"Mmm hmm," she muttered, the pain in her jaw radiating all the way to the top of her skull. She thought of what her parents would say when she got home and wondered if running away to join the circus was a viable option.
Ill be more careful from now on, she vowed to herself, but Im never giving up mysteries. Not in a million years!
To be continued
Authors notes: "I like ham with my eggs and mind you dont break them" is from The Hobbit and is quoted (how else?!) without permission.
Couldnt resist the nod to "Underdog". Man oh man, did I EVER love that show when I was a kid! Its a bird, its a plane, its a frog
I know, I knowDans Dad died in Korea. Well, not in the cream paperbacks, he didnt! And those are the only ones I own, so as far as Im concerned, anything goes! *g* (And for some reason, Ive always seen Jims Dad as a Vietnam vet, who died when Jim was only 10 due to Agent Orange. May have to write about that someday. Who knows?!)"I know, I know" #2: You want resolution between Honey and Brian (judging from some of your frantic emails!) So do I! Hang in there, good friends!
My apologies to Dr. Uniat, my childhood dentist. He had the greatest "treasure chest" to pick from in his waiting room!
Thanks to Kate for the "Big Daddy Jim" quip, which I cheerfully stole from her post, and to my own sweet daddy, who told me when I was a "youngun" that Id be in a lot of trouble if he ever heard I started a fight, but that if somebody hit me first, I had his permission to put them in the hospital. Love ya!