Nighttime Is My Time

They both waved away menus and ordered coffee. 'My daughter picked up her kids an hour ago,' Peggy said. 'I had cornflakes and cocoa with them at seven o'clock, or was it at six-thirty?' She smiled. 'You must have thought you were listening to Armageddon on the phone last night.'

'I teach a college freshman class,' Jean said. 'Sometimes I think those students sound younger than toddlers, and they certainly can be noisier.'

The waiter poured the coffee. Peggy Kimball looked directly at Jean, her bantering demeanor gone. 'I do remember you, Jean,' she said. 'Dr. Connors handled many adoptions for young girls in your position. I felt sorry for you because you were one of the very few who ever came to the office alone. Most of the girls were accompanied by a parent or some other concerned adult, sometimes even by the baby's father, who was usually just another scared teenage kid.'

'Be that as it may,' Jean said quietly, 'we're here because I am a concerned adult worrying about the nineteen-year-old girl who is my daughter and who may need help.'

Sam Deegan had taken the original faxes, but she had made copies of them along with the DNA report, which verified that the strands of hair on the brush were Lily's. She took them out of her bag and showed them to Kimball. 'Peggy, suppose it was your daughter,' she said. 'Wouldn't you be upset? Wouldn't you construe all this as a threat?' She looked Peggy in the eye.

'Yes, I would.'

'Peggy, do you know who adopted Lily?'

'No, I do not.'

'A lawyer had to have handled the paperwork. Do you know what lawyer or law firm Dr. Connors used?'

Peggy Kimball hesitated, then said slowly, 'I doubt there was a lawyer involved in your case, Jean.'

There's something she's afraid to tell me, Jean thought. 'Peggy, Dr. Connors flew out to Chicago a few days before my due date, induced labor, and took Lily from me hours after she was born. Do you know if he registered her birth in Chicago or back here?'

Kimball stared reflectively at the coffee cup she was holding, then looked back at Jean. 'I don't know about you specifically, Jean, but I do know that sometimes Dr. Connors registered a birth directly to the adoptive parents, as though the woman had been the natural mother.'

'But that's illegal,' Jean protested. 'He had no right to do that.'

'I know he didn't, but Dr. Connors had a friend who knew he was adopted and spent his adult life trying to track his birth family. It became an obsession with him, even though he was deeply loved by the adoptive parents and was treated exactly as they treated their birth children. Dr. Connors said it was a damn shame that he ever was told he was adopted.'

'Then you're saying that maybe there was no original birth certificate, and no lawyer involved. Lily may believe that the people who adopted her are her natural parents!'

'It's possible, especially since Dr. Connors flew to Chicago to deliver your baby himself. Over the years he sent several girls to that nursing home in Chicago. It usually meant he was bypassing registering the birth with the natural mother's name on the certificate. Jean, there's something else you must realize. Lily's birth may not necessarily have been registered either here or in Chicago. It might have been treated as an 'at-home birth' in Connecticut or New Jersey, for example. Dr. Connors was well known throughout the area for arranging private adoptions.'

She reached across the table and impulsively grasped Jean's hand. 'Jean, you talked to me at that time. I remember that you said you wanted your baby to be happy and to be loved, and you hoped that it would grow up with a mother and father who were crazy about each other and who also thought the sun rose and set on their child. I'm sure you told Dr. Connors the same thing. Maybe, in a way, he thought he was carrying out your wishes by sparing Lily the longing to find you.'

Jean felt as though huge metal doors had slammed shut right in front of her face. 'Except now I have to find her,' she said slowly, the words catching in her throat. 'I have to find her. Peggy, you did imply that Dr. Connors didn't treat all his adoptions that way.'

'No, he did not.'

'Then he used a lawyer for some of them?'

'Yes, he did. That would be Craig Michaelson. He's still practicing, but he moved to Highland Falls years ago. You know where that is, I'm sure.'

Highland Falls was the town nearest to West Point. 'Yes, I know where it is,' Jean said.

Peggy took a final sip of coffee. 'I have to leave-I'm due at the hospital in half an hour,' she said. 'I wish I could have been more help, Jean.'

'Maybe you can be,' Jean said. 'The fact remains that somebody found out about Lily, and maybe that happened at the time I was pregnant. Is there anyone else who was working in Dr. Connors' office who might have had access to the records?'

'No,' Peggy said. 'Dr. Connors kept those files under lock and key.'

The waiter laid the check on the table. Jean signed it, and together the women walked into the lobby. Jack Emerson was sitting in a chair near the front desk, a newspaper on his lap. He nodded to Jean as she stood at the door saying good-bye to Peggy, then he stopped her as she passed him on the way to the elevator.

'Jean, any further word from Laura?'

'No.' She was curious why Jack Emerson was in the hotel. Surely after that ugly exchange at the dinner table last night, he wouldn't want to run into Robby Brent. Then when he spoke she wondered if he could read her mind.

'I want to apologize for that exchange with Robby last night,' Emerson said. 'I hope you realize that was a lousy insinuation he made. I didn't ask Laura for that picture. I had written asking her to be an honoree at the reunion, and she sent it with her note of acceptance. She probably mailed out a thousand of those publicity pictures and inscribed all of them with hugs and kisses and love.'

Was Jack Emerson studying her to see if she bought that explanation of the picture in his den? Jean wondered. She couldn't be certain. 'You're probably right,' she said dismissively. 'Well, if you'll excuse me, I've got to run.' Then she paused, her curiosity getting the better of her. 'You look as though you're waiting for some-one.

'Gordie, I mean Gordon, did ask me to take him around and look at some property after all. He didn't like anything the hot shots from the country club showed him yesterday. I have exclusives on a couple of sites that would be perfect for corporate headquarters.'

'Good luck. Oh, here's the elevator. See you, Jack.'

Jean walked rapidly to the elevator and waited as some people exited. Gordon Amory was the last to get out. 'Did you hear any more from Laura?' he asked hurriedly. No.

'All right. Keep me posted.'

Jean stepped into the elevator and pushed the number of her floor. Craig Michaelson, she thought. I'll call him the minute I get to the room.

***

Outside the hotel, Peggy Kimball got into her car and fastened her seat belt. Frowning in concentration, she tried to place the man who had nodded to Jean Sheridan in the lobby. Of course, she thought. That was Jack Emerson, the real estate guy who bought the property after our building burned down ten years ago.

She put the key in the ignition and turned it. Jack Emerson, she thought contemptuously. There had been a suggestion at the time that he might have had something to do with that fire. He not only wanted that property, but it had come out that he knew the building like the back of his hand. In high school he had made his spending money working a couple of evenings a week on the cleaning crew there. Was he working in the building when Jean was seeing Dr. Connors? Peggy wondered. We always scheduled girls like her in the evening so that they wouldn't run into other patients. Emerson might have spotted her and put two and two together.

She began to back out of the parking space. Jean wanted to know about anyone who might have been working in the office, she thought. It might be worth mentioning Jack Emerson to her, even though she was absolutely certain that neither he nor anyone else could have gotten into those locked files.