comfort, if he took them, if he was responsible, he wouldn't hurt them. I know it.'
Lendon came back into the room, Jonathan close behind him. Jonathan realized that he inadvertently looked for Dorothy first. Her hands were dug into her pockets. He suspected they were gripping into fists. She had always struck him as a remarkably efficient, self-sufficient person – traits that he admired without finding them necessarily endearing in a woman.
When Jonathan was honest with himself, he realized that an essential part of his relationship with Emily had been his constant awareness of her need for him. She never could unscrew the cap from a jar or find her car keys or balance her checking account. He had basked in his role as the indulgent, able, constant fixer, doer, solver. It had taken the past two years to make him begin to realize that he'd never understood the steel shaft of strength at the core of Emily's femininity: the way she'd accepted the doctor's verdict with only a sympathetic glance at him; the way she'd never once admitted to pain. Now, seeing Dorothy with her mute anguish so tangible, he ached somehow to comfort her.
He was diverted by a question from Ray. 'What was the phone call?'
'Chief Coffin went out,' Jonathan said evasively. it's all right. Nancy knows that Rob Legler has been seen near here.'
'That's why the Chief left. Legler was chased and left a car he'd stolen two miles down on 6A. But don't worry, he won't get far on foot in this weather.'
'How do you feel, Nancy?' Lendon studied her closely. She was more composed than he'd expected.
'I'm all right. I talked a lot about Carl, didn't I?'
'Yes.'
'There was something I was trying to remember; something important I wanted to tell you.'
Lendon kept his voice matter-of-fact. 'Several times you said, 'I don't believe… I don't believe…' Do you know why you would say that?'
Nancy shook her head. 'No.' She got up and walked restlessly to the window, it's so dark, it would be hard to find anything or anybody now.'
Movement was desirable. She wanted to try to clear her head to be able to think. She looked down, realizing for the first time that she was still wearing the fluffy woollen robe. 'I'm going to change,' she said. 'I want to get dressed.'
'Do you…?' Dorothy bit her lip. She'd been about to ask if Nancy wanted her to go upstairs with her.
'I'll be all right,' Nancy said gently. They were going to find Rob Legler. She was sure of it. When they did, she wanted to be dressed. She wanted to go to him wherever they took him. She wanted to say, 'Rob, I know you wouldn't hurt the children. Do you want money? What do you need? Tell me where they are and we'll give you anything.'
Upstairs in the bedroom, she took off her robe. Mechanically, she walked over to the closet and hung it up. For an instant, she felt lightheaded and leaned her forehead against the coolness of the wall. The bedroom door opened, and she heard Ray cry, ' Nancy!' His voice was startled as he hurried over to her, turned her to him and put his arms around her. She felt the scratchy warmth of his sports shirt against her skin and the growing intensity of his grasp.
'I'm all right,' she said. 'Really…'
' Nancy!' He tilted her head up. His mouth closed over hers. As her lips parted, she arched her body against his.
It had been like this from the beginning. From that first night when he'd come to dinner and afterwards they'd walked down to the lake. It had been chilly, and she'd shivered. His coat was open, and he'd laughed and pulled her against him, wrapping the coat around so that it covered her too. When he'd kissed her that first time, it had been so inevitable. She'd wanted him so much, right from the beginning. Not like Carl… Poor Carl… she'd only tolerated him; felt guilty about not wanting him, and after Lisa was born, he had never again… not like a husband. Had he sensed her revulsion? She'd always wondered. It was part of her guilt.
'I love you.' She didn't know she'd said it – words said so often, words she murmured to Ray even in her sleep.
'I love you too. Oh, Nancy. It must have been so bad for you. I thought I understood, but I didn't…'
'Ray, will we get the children back?' Her voice shook, and she felt her whole body begin to tremble.
His arms tightened. 'I don't know, darling. I don't know. But remember this: No matter what happens, we have each other. Nothing can change that. They've just come by for the Chief. They have Rob Legler at the station house. Dr Miles went with them, and Jonathan and I are going over too.'
'I want to go. Maybe he'll tell me…'
'No. Jonathan has an idea, and I think it could work. We've got to find out. Maybe Rob has an accomplice who has the children. If he sees you, he might refuse to say anything, especially if he was involved last time.'
'Ray… ' Nancy heard the despair in her voice.
'Darling, hang on. Just a little while longer. Take a hot shower and get dressed. Dorothy will stay with you. She's fixing a sandwich for you now. I'll be back as soon as I can.' For an instant he buried his lips in her hair, then was gone.
Mechanically, Nancy walked into the bathroom off the bedroom. She turned on the water in the shower stall, then looked into the mirror over the washbasin. The face she saw looking back at her was pale and drawn, the eyes heavy and clouded. It was the way she had looked all those years with Carl, like the pictures of her in that article.
Quickly she turned away and, twisting her hair into a knot, stepped into the shower. The warm needle spray struck her body, making a steady assault against the rigid tension of her muscles. It felt good. Gratefully, she lifted her face to the spray. A shower felt so clean.
She never, never took a tub bath any more – not since the years with Carl. She didn't think about those baths any more. A vivid shaft of recollection came as the water splashed against her face. The tub… Carl's insistence on bathing her… the way he had touched and examined her. Once when she'd tried to push him away, he'd slipped and his face had gone under the water. He'd been so startled that for a moment he couldn't pull up. When he did, he'd begun sputtering and trembling and coughing. He'd been so angry… but mostly so frightened. It had terrified him to have his face covered by the water.
That was it. That was what she had tried to remember: that secret fear of water…
Oh, God. Nancy swayed against the side of the shower stall. She felt nausea rack her stomach and throat, stumbled out of the shower and began retching uncontrollably.
Minutes passed. She clung to the sides of the commode, unable to stem the violent waves of illness. Then, even when the vomiting finally stopped, icy chills still shuddered through her body.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
'Ray, don't count on too much,' Jonathan warned.
Ray ignored him. Through the streaked windowpane, he could see the station house. The glow from the gas lamps gave it the look of another century. Quickly parking the car, Ray threw open the door and darted across the macadam into the station. From behind he could hear Jonathan puffing as he tried to keep pace.
The desk sergeant looked surprised. 'Didn't expect to see you here tonight, Mr Eldredge. I'm sure sorry about the kids…'
Ray nodded impatiently. 'Where are they questioning Rob Legler?'
The sergeant looked alarmed. 'You can't have anything to do with that, Mr Eldredge.'
'The hell I can't,' Ray said evenly. 'Go in and tell the Chief I have to see him now.'
The sergeant's protest died on his lips. He turned to a policeman who was coming down the corridor. 'Tell the Chief that Ray Eldredge wants to see him,' he snapped.
Ray turned to Jonathan. With a trace of a wan smile, he said, 'Suddenly this seems like a far-fetched, crazy idea.'
'It isn't,' Jonathan replied quietly.
Ray glanced around the room and realized for the first time that two people were sitting on a small bench near
