Ridge campground.
Anna would talk with the Walters. She no longer believed Christina would kill-at least not her. But if she knew something about the accidents, Anna wasn't sure whether she would have the courage to report it. Especially if she were afraid of the perpetrator.
Erik Walters's Toyota was burgundy with black upholstery. The plate number didn't match that of E. Wheelan. Otherwise Christina's ex-husband was, to Anna's mind, everything a murderer should be. He was suave and self- assured. He dressed too well for his surroundings. His teeth were too white, too straight. Cat hair didn't adhere to his trousers and the wind didn't ruffle his hair. He looked the type able to strangle his CEO at the eleventh hole and still come in under par.
Christina, though clearly uncomfortable around him, fetched and carried, hovered and scraped like a Total Woman. Anna picked at the dinner she'd invited herself over to eat and wondered what she would ask Mr. Walters when she got the chance. Wilderness murder didn't seem to fit with his ultra-urban demeanor. Neither did profitless murder. Revenge wouldn't go to the bank. And why Craig? Trying to fit Erik into the picture created more questions than answers.
Anna looked at him over the candles Christina had lit. Glossy head bowed, he was listening attentively to a long plotless story Alison had been relating for several minutes. Christina, her face drawn up like a spaniel hoping for approval, appeared to be suspended two inches above the seat of her chair, ready to spring up to do her master's bidding.
Sit! Anna wanted to order in her best Woodward School voice. But she kept silent. She would ask Erik about Christina, she decided. She would hit every nerve she could. He'd been dumped, left with his 'weak specimen' in his hand, while his wife ran off with another woman. Anna was betting, given the chance, poison would leak through that polished facade like manure through the tines of a pitchfork.
Nine o'clock: an hour past Alison's bedtime. Finally Christina left the table to tuck her daughter in. Alison's pajamas were laid out on Christina's bed. Erik's one suitcase was in the child's room. All of the dolls, moved to the dresser, stared glassy-eyed at the bed the intruder had deprived them of. Anna knew this because she'd checked on her way to the bathroom before dinner. The arrangement suited her. Did it suit Erik?
'Chrissy tells me you're a ranger,' Erik said in his pleasant educated voice.
'Law Enforcement,' Anna said, unsure of what she was trying to prove. The 'Chrissy' had irritated her.
'Is your husband a ranger as well?'
'I'm a widow,' Anna said.
'I'm sorry.'
Some repressed emotion had shown in his light-colored eyes just before he lowered them to his coffee cup. Disappointment? Anna wondered if he were fishing, hoping to catch some whiff of indiscretion, something he could use to drag Christina into another custody battle.
'What brings you to this part of the country?' she asked.
'Business. Brown and Coldwell has a prospective client in El Paso-Gunnison Oil. And I wanted to see my little girl.'
'Do you have any other children?' Anna was pleased to see his mouth harden at the corners.
'I plan to,' he said a little too determinedly.
'I know adoption is all the rage,' Anna said. 'But I think I'd want my own. I'd want to see myself, my mother, my dad-reflections, anyway. These days with drugs and AIDS and whatever, if it wasn't really yours, you'd never know.' She laughed. It was genuine. She was enjoying herself. 'You know what they say: if you want something done right, you've got to do it yourself.'
'Do you have children?' The question was abrupt, aggressive. Erik was beginning to twitch under her lash.
'No,' Anna replied. She let his look of self-satisfaction settle for a couple seconds. Then she added. 'I wish I did now Zach is gone. He wanted to wait. We were so broke. Both times I got pregnant-well, abortion seemed the right choice at the time.'
'Abortion!'
Anna had him. 'We used birth control but…' She allowed herself a small secret-sad smile. 'Zach was exceedingly virile… Anyway, I doubt I'll have kids now. But maybe I'll be an honorary aunt. I know Christina plans to have another child.' Anna sipped her coffee, hoping she hadn't laid it on too thick. Maybe he'd clam up, leave the room or something.
'That'd be a shame,' he said quietly after nearly a minute had elapsed.
Anna waited, egging him on with silence.
'Criminals ought to be sterilized,' he said with sudden vehemence. 'Thieves and perverts breed thieves and perverts.'
Perverts held no interest for Anna. It was clear to her which of the two had perverted love to their own ends and it wasn't Christina. 'Thieves?'
Erik laughed. 'I see Chrissy didn't tell you. Good old Mommy is a crook. She wrote nearly ten thousand dollars in bad checks signed in my name. That phony Madonna-and-Child act she does so well is all that kept her out of jail. Linda-' he made the name sound like an adjective describing something vile. 'Linda, it seems, required recompense for her services.'
Christina walked into the ensuing silence. The apologetic half-smile that she wore constantly in Erik's company flickered unsteadily at the hostility in the room.
'Is the coffee okay, Erik?' she asked anxiously.
'It's fine, Chrissy,' he said. His tone implied: 'for the best effort of a fool.'
Christina took his cup away.
Anna wished Chris had written a hundred thousand dollars worth of bad checks.
'Ally asked if you would read her a bedtime story,' Christina said while she busied herself at the sink. 'Could you?'
Without a word, Erik got up and walked into the dark hallway toward the bedrooms.
There was a sharp crack, the sound of broken glass falling. Christina had smashed his coffee cup against the side of the stainless-steel sink.
'Walk me home?' Anna said.
Clouds obscured the stars to the west and lightning flickered formlessly, too distant to be more than a vague and sudden glow. Christina sucked air noisily into her lungs. 'God! Erik seems to take up all the oxygen in a room, doesn't he?'
'I can see why you left him. He sucks the life out of you.'
'I suppose he told you about the checks?' Christina said.
It saddened Anna to hear herself addressed in the same anxious apologetic tone Christina used with Erik. 'He told me.'
'He did try to get Ally on the lesbian angle, too. I just left out the forgery part. I didn't mean to lie to you.'
'I know,' Anna replied. 'It was easier.'
As they approached Anna's door both women slowed. Neither had much reason to go home and the night was warm, the stars deep overhead. In common unspoken agreement they sat side by side on the curb fifteen feet from Anna's apartment.
'What happened to Zach?' Christina asked. Then quickly added: 'You needn't tell me, if you don't want to.'
'I don't mind,' Anna said. 'We were having a special supper, celebrating the fact that it was Thursday and there were no other holidays declared to infringe on ours. Zach was broiling steak on a little hibachi out on the fire escape. I wanted A-l sauce. He was sprinting across Ninth Avenue to Goodman's to get it. A cab hit him. The cabby drove off. Nobody got the license number. Zach died. That's about it.'
Christina was quiet for a while but she shifted closer and Anna felt comforted by the warmth of her shoulder in the darkness. 'Such a sad thing,' she said. 'Is that why you are a vegetarian?'
'No. Maybe it's why I drink.'
'A little wine is good for the soul.'
'A lot is better.'
