rode the bus with the other girls, but I saw my parents in the audience just before I went up for my first dive. They were sitting in the front row like they always were, clapping and yelling as my name was read off.
“We ended up beating Jefferson that night. I don’t remember what the score was, but it was very close, and we didn’t know until the last dive who would win. Naturally we were ecstatic, screaming that teenage girl squeal, jumping around like lunatics. My parents wanted to take me out to celebrate, but I was so excited I wanted to ride the bus with the other girls and get pizza with them.
“They understood, and I still remember watching them as the bus pulled away. My dad was still wearing his gray suit pants and white dress shirt from work, but he had on the baseball cap that I’d given him two years earlier which had our team name, the Brookside High Blazers. And my mom usually wore something that matched the red and white school colors. That night it was a red blouse with white slacks. My mom was waving a school banner, and my dad gave me a thumbs up as we left. We must have been a sight, sticking our heads out of the bus windows, yelling, waving our arms. Everyone else was already talking about the district meet, but the only thing I was thinking at that moment was how proud I was that they had been there to see me. Of course, five seconds later I was screaming again with the other girls.”
Erica smiled as she said it, but her eyes began to glisten with tears.
“It was a Friday, and of course we stayed out late partying. My friend Amy didn’t drop me off at home until two in the morning, way past my curfew. I tiptoed straight to my room, hoping I wouldn’t wake my parents.
“About an hour later, I heard a banging at the front door. It went on for a while, and I started to wonder why my father wasn’t answering it. I got up and looked in my parents room, but nobody was there. The bed hadn’t even been slept in. Then I heard my name being called, and I ran downstairs thinking that my parents had locked themselves out somehow. I was so sleepy that it didn’t occur to me to wonder why they were still out at that hour.
“When I opened the door, I was surprised to see a sheriff’s deputy standing on the porch. He told me that my parents had been in an accident and that I should put some clothes on so that we could go to the hospital. I asked if they were all right. The deputy said they’d be OK, but I knew he was lying. He kept telling me to hurry, and when I tried to call my grandparents, he said there wasn’t enough time.
“A doctor at the hospital told me everything. As my parents were on their way home from the meet, a drunk in a pickup ran a stop sign and broadsided their car at 60 miles an hour. My mother and the drunk driver were killed instantly, but my dad revived enough at the hospital to tell them to come find me. He died fifteen minutes before I got there.
“The next three days were a blur. My dad’s brother, Uncle Rick, took care of the funeral arrangements. A bunch of my cousins and aunts and uncles were there, but I still felt alone. I wasn’t very close to any of them, since none of them lived in Kansas City. Then I found out about the insurance. My dad had a policy worth about a million dollars. That’s why we can buy a $10,000 laser. All I have to do is call my broker and transfer the money.”
When Erica had gotten to the part about the accident, Kevin’s expression was a mixture of sadness and understanding. But when she mentioned the money, his jaw dropped in amazement.
When he realized how he looked, he tried to explain.
“I’m sorry. I just…I mean, I guess I know why you didn’t tell me, but I had no idea you had that much money. Your clothes and townhouse are a lot nicer than the other med students’, but I just assumed your parents were paying for them.”
“In a way, they are.”
Something tugged at the back of Kevin’s mind. “But on Saturday, you said you missed the party because of money problems. I thought you missed a car payment or something.”
“I
“How much?”
“Close to three hundred thousand dollars.”
“Holy shit!”
“Yeah, I was totally oblivious until I told my broker that I wanted to start getting the monthly statements myself. Up to that point, Uncle Rick was getting the statements and telling me how I was doing. Last summer, I attended a seminar for med students called “Managing your money: A doctor’s guide to investment,” and I decided I should start understanding how my finances worked. I didn’t think to tell my uncle, since I was just going to monitor the statements. After I saw some weird withdrawals from the account, withdrawals that I didn’t make, I asked for a total accounting of the finances for the last seven years. That’s when it all came out. I’ve been involved in litigation with him ever since.”
“I don’t know what to say. That’s a lot to take in.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my parents before.”
“I understand,” Kevin said, patting her hand. He hesitated, trying to decide whether to tell her about his father and the problem with the school loans. No, this wasn’t the right time. It might seem like he was asking for money. Once this was over he’d tell her. “Are you sure it’s okay to use your money for the laser?”
“Do you want to wait two weeks to get another one?”
“I’m not the waiting type.”
They headed back to the pay phones and Kevin called information for the 800 number of LuminOptics in Dallas. He didn’t bother writing it down and dialed. Kevin explained to the sales representative what he needed. After five minutes of listening to Kevin trying to convince him that he was not joking, Erica was worried that they wouldn’t be able to get one, but apparently Kevin finally won him over. He haggled with the sales rep over the price and then hung up.
“Well?” she said.
“I talked him into selling me their last laser in stock if we came to pick it up today, with a fair markup for the sales rep’s trouble of course. I don’t think I totally convinced him, though. He said it had already been promised to another customer, and if we don’t buy it today, it’ll be on the first UPS truck tomorrow morning. We have to be there by six o’clock to get it.”
“That should give us plenty of time.” Erica looked at her watch. “It’s only about ten thirty now. We can get to Dallas in about four hours or so.”
“Yeah, but the warehouse is on the other side of Dallas. That’s another hour. As long as we don’t get stuck in rush hour, we’ll be okay.”
Erica was the next to use the phone. She called her broker to arrange the transfer. When she was told it would be no problem, she sighed and thanked the gods of electronic transactions. Once she had the confirmation number written down, she was ready to pick up the cashier’s check at any branch of her local bank.
They looked in the phone book and found a branch just outside the mall. In twenty minutes, they had the cashier’s check in hand and were headed toward I-45 north. Erica had still not caught up on her sleep from the week before, so she dozed while Kevin drove and listened to NPR.
A nudge from Kevin woke her. She saw a sign saying “Dallas 15 miles” and looked at her watch. It was a little past 2:30. They’d made good time.
For some reason, Kevin was slowing down.
“We stopping?” Erica said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
Kevin jabbed his thumb toward the rear window. “It’s not my decision.”
She turned and felt her stomach somersault. Behind them were the flashing lights of a state police car.
CHAPTER 20
Kevin clenched the steering wheel tightly, feeling as if he were going to hyperventilate.
“Do you think it’s them?” Erica said.
“I don’t see how it could be. Why would they find us on the outskirts of Dallas? No, it’s got to be the real police.”
