them, and the red strobe illuminated the back of the police car. “You mentioned that when some of those other therapists tried to hypnotize you for information about your childhood, what you wanted most of all was to remember the name of that nice neighbor, the one with the playhouse.”
Amelia nodded. “Yes, I still feel that way.”
“His name was Clay Spalding,” Karen said, smiling. “And he was a good man.”
Two policemen from Moses Lake came to the downtown Wenatchee station at around midnight. Karen made certain to set the record straight with them about Clay. She knew Naomi Rankin had always held her head high at work and around town. She’d never been ashamed of her friendship with Clay. And now, people in town would understand why.
A doctor was called in to patch up both Amelia and Karen. Amelia didn’t need stitches in her hand, but the doctor bandaged it up. Karen received an ice pack for the bump forming on her head, where Annabelle had hit her with the blackjack. They both got a dose of Tylenol, too.
Between the two of them, they drank about a gallon of bad coffee in the police station while answering scores of questions over and over again. The Wenatchee station was surrounded by reporters, TV news crews, and spectators. The precinct had become a hub of activity with e-mails, faxes and phone calls coming in and going out to Moses Lake, Salem, Seattle, and Issaquah.
There was a TV on in the officers’ lounge. It was tuned to CNN. They’d made the national news. Karen and Amelia caught a brief clip of George being interviewed. He stood by the West Seattle Police Station’s main entrance. He looked tired and haggard, but still handsome. Off-camera reporters held microphones in front of him. “No, I don’t think I’m a hero or anything,” he said, shaking his head. “My friend, Jessie Shriver, my son, Jody, and my daughter, Stephanie-they’re the real heroes. And I want to thank Jody’s friend Brad Reece for all his help. He was really there for us. And most of all,” George went on, “I want to thank Karen Carlisle. She’s a friend of my dear niece, Amelia Faraday. More than anyone, Karen helped save my family.”
By dawn, Karen heard that Salem police and local FBI, working through the night at the old Schlessinger ranch, had so far excavated seven bodies from shallow graves on the property. They planned to continue digging through the day. They were also reexamining missing-person cases, all young women in the Salem and Moses Lake areas, as well as in Pasco, where Duane Lee Savitt lived until his death in 1993.
Exhausted, yet wired from so much coffee, Karen and Amelia were taken by helicopter to Issaquah. Once they landed, they had another trip in the back of a cop car to Cougar Mountain Wildland Park, where Karen pointed out for the police the path she’d used in her fruitless search for Detective Russ Koehler’s body.
With Karen’s assistance, and in the light of dawn, the local police had better luck than she’d had two nights before. They found Koehler’s picked-over, half-buried corpse in less than an hour.
Karen suggested they check to determine if he’d been shot with the same gun used to kill Shane. She had no doubt that Annabelle had pulled the trigger each time.
Someone had tipped off the press about the Cougar Mountain Park expedition; so the place was swarmed with TV cameras and news vans by the time Karen and Amelia were whisked out of there.
That had been forty-five minutes ago, and Karen had expected more of the same as they approached her house.
“I shouldn’t jinx it by saying this,” she murmured, waking up from her nap in the back seat of the police car. “But I can’t believe there aren’t any reporters here.”
“Well, the newspeople got to sleep sometime, I guess,” replied the cop behind the wheel. “Enjoy the peace and quiet while you can.”
Amelia was practically sleepwalking as they started up the front walkway together. Karen kept an arm around her, almost holding her up. Before they even reached the front stoop, Jessie opened the door and Rufus scurried out. Whining, he excitedly nudged Karen’s leg with his snout over and over. She petted him and scratched him behind the ears. Amelia petted him, too. His tail wagging, Rufus seemed to lap it up. Only twenty-four hours before, he’d growled and bared his teeth at her twin. Somehow he knew the difference. He let out a happy yelp.
“Hush, Rufus!” Jessie whispered. She wore a blue sweat suit, part of the limited wardrobe she still kept at the house from the days when she’d looked after Karen’s father. Considering what she’d been through the night before, Jessie looked surprisingly rested and fresh.
“Well, you two are a sight for these sore ones,” she whispered, waving them in. Then she put her finger to her lips. “The kids are asleep in the second guest room. George got in at three this morning. He tried to wait up for you, but conked out on the living room sofa.”
She gave Karen a long hug. “Oh, sweetie, thank God you’re okay,” she said, patting her back. “Did you girls get anything to eat?”
“Doughnuts,” Karen murmured. “I think we need sleep more than anything.”
“Your dad caught you on the Channel Five Sunrise News in the lounge at the rest home,” Jessie said. “He phoned here just a few minutes ago. You might want to call him before you hit the sheets, let him know you’re all right.”
Jessie broke away and led Amelia inside the house. “Poor thing, you’re asleep on your feet, just like a horse. I changed the sheets in the guest room for you. There’s even a sound machine in there. You can sleep as long as you want. I’ll try to keep the kids quiet.”
From the doorway, Karen watched Jessie and Amelia go up the stairs. With a sigh, she sat down on the front stoop, and pulled her cell phone out of her purse. She had Sandpoint View Convalescent Home on her speed dial. When they answered at the front desk, Karen asked to be connected to the lounge. She recognized the voice of the nurse on duty there.
“Hi, Lugene, it’s Karen,” she said quietly. “Is my dad there in the TV room?”
“He sure is, Karen. We’ve been seeing you on the news. You’ll have to give out autographs next time you’re here. How are you doing? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, but I’m pooped.”
“Well, I’ll get Frank. I know he’s eager to talk to you. By the way, it looks like it’s one of his good days, Karen.”
While Karen waited for her father to get on the line, Rufus wandered over and set his head on her knee.
“Is this my girl?” her father said on the other end. “My famous daughter?”
“Hi, Poppy,” she replied, patting Rufus’s head. “I understand you saw me on the news.”
“Are you all right? Are you home yet?”
“I’m sitting on the front step right now with Rufus. I’m pretty tuckered out.”
“Jessie said that good-looking fellow who was on the news is staying there with his kids. Sounds like you have a full house there. It’s been a while since that’s happened.”
Karen smiled wistfully. “You’re right, Poppy. It’s been a long time.”
“Must feel good,” he said. “Well, I should skedaddle. I have to get dressed. I don’t like going to breakfast in my bathrobe like some of these folks here. We’re having blueberry pancakes this morning. They make very tasty blueberry pancakes here. Get some sleep now, honey. Okay?”
“Okay, Poppy. Have a good breakfast, and I’ll see you soon.”
“My angel,” he said, before hanging up.
Karen waited until Rufus trotted inside, then she quietly closed and locked the front door after him. She heard the shower running upstairs, and knew it was Amelia. Though she felt grimy, Karen wasn’t certain which she needed more, a bed or a bath.
Peeking into the darkened living room, she saw George curled up on her sofa. His shoes were off, and the sports coat he must have used to cover himself had slid down past his hip. Karen went to the hall closet and retrieved her dad’s old robe, the one she still used to cover herself when napping on that same couch. She tiptoed into the living room and gently draped the robe over George. With his slight beard-stubble and that sweet, peaceful expression, he looked so handsome while he slept.
Then his eyes opened, and he took hold of her hand. “I tried to wait up,” he said with a sleepy smile. “Are you okay, Karen?”
Hovering over him, she nodded. “Fine, just tired.”
He squinted at her. “Jody has a bump on his forehead in the exact same place as you do. Sure you’re okay?” He squeezed her hand.
