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will also show how the other honorees who had to struggle were better off for it. I mean, Stonecroft has both scholarship students and kids who work after school to help pay their tuition. That might motivate them, and besides, it looks good in print. The big-time media is looking for follow-up stories; it's the kind of thing they might pick up.'

Gazing at the picture of himself on the wall behind Jake's head, Alfred Downes considered Jake's reasoning. 'It's possible,' he admitted reluctantly.

'I'm going to take pictures of the houses where Laura lived while she was growing up in Cornwall. The first one is empty now, but it was renovated recently and looks really good. The second house her family moved to on Concord Avenue is what I would call a tract mansion.'

'A tract mansion?' Downes asked, bewildered.

'You know, it's one of a bunch of houses on one block that are too big or too ostentatious for the neighborhood. They're sometimes called McMansions.'

'I never heard either expression,' Downes said, more to himself than to Jake.

Jake jumped to his feet. 'Not important, sir. But I have to tell you, the more I think about it, the more I like the idea of doing a story on Laura with her homes in the background and pictures of her when she was here at Stonecroft and later ones when she became famous. Now I'll get out of your way, Dr. Downes. But maybe I should give you another piece of advice. If you can put that dinner together, I suggest you skip inviting Mr. Emerson. My impression is that none of the honorees can stand him.'

65

At ten o'clock Craig Michaelson received the call he had been expecting. 'General Buckley is on the line,' his secretary announced.

Craig picked up the phone. 'Charles, how are you?'

'I'm fine, Craig,' a concerned voice answered. 'But what about this matter of extreme urgency? What's wrong?'

Craig Michaelson drew in his breath. I should have known there was no way of beating around the bush with Charles, he thought. He didn't get to be a three-star general for no reason. 'First of all, it may not be as worrisome as I thought,' he said, 'but I consider it a matter of genuine concern. As you probably suspected, it's about Meredith. Yesterday, Dr. Jean Sheridan came to see me. Have you ever heard of her?'

'The historian? Yes. Her first book was about West Point. I enjoyed it very much, and I believe I've read all her subsequent books. She's a good writer.'

'She's more than that,' Craig Michaelson said bluntly. 'She's Meredith's natural mother, and I have called you because of something that she has brought to my attention.'

'Jean Sheridan is Meredith's mother!'

General Charles Buckley listened intently as Michaelson told him what he knew of Jean Sheridan's history and of the Stonecroft reunion and the perceived threat to Meredith. He interrupted only occasionally, to clarify what he was hearing. Then he said, 'Craig, as you know, Meredith is aware that she is adopted. Since she was a teenager, she has expressed interest in finding her natural mother. At the time you and Dr. Connors arranged the adoption, you told us that her father had been killed in an accident prior to his college graduation and her mother was an eighteen-year-old about to go to college on a scholarship. Meredith knows that much.'

'Jean Sheridan is aware that I am revealing her identity to you. What I did not tell you twenty years ago is that Meredith's natural father was a cadet who died in a hit-and-run accident on the grounds of West Point. It would have made it too easy for you to determine who he was.'

'A cadet! No, you didn't tell me that.'

'His name was Carroll Reed Thornton, Jr.'

'I know his father,' Charles Buckley said quietly. 'Carroll never got over his son's death. I can't believe that he is Meredith's grandfather.'

'Trust me, he is, Charles. Now, Jean Sheridan is so relieved to believe that Laura Wilcox was the one contacting her about Lily, as she had called Meredith, that she's willing to accept this last fax with Laura's supposed apology as gospel. I don't.'

'I can't imagine where Meredith would have met Laura Wilcox,' Charles Buckley said slowly.

'Exactly my reaction. And there's something else. If Laura Wilcox is on the level about being behind these threats, I can tell you right now that the district attorney in this county is going to prosecute her.'

'Is Jean Sheridan still in Cornwall?'

'Yes, she is. She's going to wait in the Glen-Ridge House until she hears from Laura again.'

'I'm going to phone Meredith and ask her if she ever met Laura

Wilcox and if she remembers where she left that hairbrush. There are meetings here at the Pentagon that I can't get out of today, but Gano and I will fly up to Cornwall tomorrow morning. Will you contact Jean Sheridan and say that her daughter's adoptive parents would like to meet her for dinner tomorrow evening?'

'Of course.'

'I don't want to alarm Meredith, but I can ask her to promise me that she won't go outside the West Point grounds until we see her on Friday.'

'Can you count on her keeping that promise?'

For the first time since they had begun speaking, Craig Michael-son heard his good friend General Charles Buckley sound relaxed. 'Of course I can. I may be her father, but I'm also way up there in the chain of command. Now we know that Meredith is an army brat in both her natural and adoptive families, but remember, she's also a West Point cadet. When she gives her word to a senior officer, she doesn't break it.'

I hope you're right, Craig Michaelson thought. 'Let me know what she tells you, Charles.'

'Of course.'

***

An hour later General Charles Buckley called back. 'Craig,' he said, his voice troubled, 'I'm afraid you're right to be skeptical about that fax. Meredith is absolutely certain that she never met Laura Wilcox, and she doesn't have the vaguest idea where she lost that hairbrush. I would have pressed her more, but she has a big exam in the morning and is terribly worried about it, so it absolutely wasn't the time to upset her. She's delighted that her mother and I'-he hesitated, then continued firmly-'that her mother and I are coming up to see her.

Over the weekend, if all works out, we'll tell her about Jean Sheridan and give them a chance to meet each other. I asked Meredith to promise me to stay at the Academy until we saw her, and she laughed at me. She said she has another test on Friday and so much studying to do that she won't see the light of day until Saturday morning. But she did make the promise.'

It sounds okay, Craig Michaelson thought as he replaced the receiver, but the cold hard fact is that Laura Wilcox did not send that fax, and Jean Sheridan has got to be made aware of that.

For easy access, he had placed Jean's card directly under the phone on his desk. He reached for it, picked up the phone, and started to dial Jean's number. Then he broke the connection. She wasn't the one to call, he decided. She had given him the number of that investigator from the district attorney's office. Where was it? What was his name? he wondered.

After a moment of rummaging around on the top of his desk, he saw the notation he had made: Sam Deegan, followed by a phone number. That's what I want, Michaelson thought, and he began to dial.

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Last night-or was it this morning? she wondered-he had thrown a blanket over her. 'You're cold, Laura,' he said. 'There's no need for that. I've been thoughtless.'