One of the diggers said, 'What kind of sample?'
'A bone. Some fabric if you find any. Seal it in those plastic bags.'
A child was buried here. I guess that I really didn't expect that. I looked at Win. 'Could we be all wrong about this?'
Win shrugged. 'DNA doesn't lie.'
'So if it's not Miriam Collins, whose skeleton is that?'
'There are,' Win said, 'other possibilities.'
'Such as?'
'I had one of my people do a little investigating. Around the time of the car accident, a little girl from Brentwood went missing. People were sure the father did it, but no body was ever found. The father remains free to this day.'
I thought about what Win had said before. 'You're right. We're getting ahead of ourselves.'
Win said nothing.
I looked back down into the hole. A dirty face from below handed up the plastic bag. 'All yours, mate. Good luck to ya and go to hell.'
Win and I left then, carrying a brittle bone of a child we had dug up from her quiet sleep in the middle of the night.
20
WE got back to the Claridge's at two in the morning. Win immediately left for some 'Mee Time.' I took a long hot shower. When I checked the room's minibar, a small smile crossed my face. Stocked with chocolate Yoo-hoos. That Win.
I chugged down a cold one and waited for the sugar buzz. I put on the TV and continuously flipped stations because that's what real men do. American shows from last season. Terese's door was closed, but I doubted that she was sleeping. I sat by myself and took deep breaths.
The clock read two AM. Eight PM back in New York. Five PM in Scottsdale, Arizona.
I looked down at my phone. I thought about Ali and Erin and Jack in Arizona. I didn't know much about Arizona. It was the desert, right? Who wants to live in the desert?
I dialed Ali's cell phone. It rang three times before she answered with a wary 'Hello?'
'Hey,' I said.
'Your number didn't pop up on the caller ID,' Ali said.
'I have a different phone but it's the same number.'
Silence.
Ali asked, 'Where are you?'
'I'm in London.'
'As in England?'
'Yep.'
I heard a noise. Sounded like Jack. Ali said, 'One second, honey, I'm on the phone.' I noticed that she didn't say who she was on the phone with. Normally she would have.
'I didn't realize you were overseas,' Ali said.
'I got a call from a friend in trouble. She was-'
'She?'
I stopped. 'Yes.'
'Wow, that didn't take long.'
I was about to say, It's not like that, but I stopped myself. 'I've known her for ten years.'
'I see. Just a sudden visit to London to see an old friend then?'
Silence. Then I heard Jack's voice again, asking who was on the phone, the sound traveling from some desert across most of the continental United States and across the Atlantic Ocean and making me cringe.
'I have to go, Myron. Was there something you wanted?'
Good question. There probably was, but now was not the time. 'I guess not,' I said.
She hung up without another word. I looked at the phone, felt the weight, then thought, wait a second-Ali had ended it, hadn't she? Hadn't she made it crystal clear just, what, two days ago? And what had I really wanted to accomplish with this damn phone call?
Why had I called?
Because I hate loose threads? Because I wanted to do the right thing here, whatever the heck that meant?
The pain from the fight was starting to come back. I rose, stretched, tried to keep my muscles loose. I looked at Terese's door. It was closed. I tiptoed over and peeked in her room. The light was out. I listened for her breathing. No sound. I started to close the door.
'Please don't go,' Terese said.
I stopped and said, 'Try to get some sleep.'
'Please.'
I have always treaded so carefully when it comes to matters of the heart. I did the right thing always. I never just acted. Except for that one time on an island ten years ago, I worried about feelings and repercussions and what came next.
'Don't go,' she said one more time.
And I didn't.
When we kissed, there was a surge and then a release, a letting-go like I had never known before, a letting- go like you are staying very still and surrendering and your heart pounds against your rib cage and your pulse races and your knees grow weak and your toes curl and your ears pop and every part of you relaxes and happily gives in.
We smiled that night. We cried. I kissed that beautiful bare shoulder. And in the morning, she was gone again.
BUT only from the bed.
I found Terese having coffee in the sitting room. The curtain was open. To paraphrase an old song, the morning sun in her face showed her age-and I liked it. She wore the hotel's terry-cloth robe and it was opened just a little, just a hint at the bounty beneath. I don't think I had ever seen anything so damn beautiful.
Terese looked at me and smiled.
'Hi,' I said.
'Stop with the smooth lines. You already got me in bed.'
'Dang, I was up all night working on that one.'
'Well, you were up all night anyway. Coffee?'
'Please.'
She poured. I sat next to her oh so gingerly. The beating was taking effect now. I winced and thought about grabbing some of those painkillers the doctor had left for me. But not just yet. Right now I wanted to sit with this spectacular woman and drink our coffee in silence.
'Heaven,' she said.
'Yes.'
'I wish we could just stay here forever.'
'I'm not sure I could afford the room.'
She smiled. Her hand reached out and took mine. 'Do you want to hear something awful?'
'Tell me.'
'Part of me wants to forget all this and just run away with you.'
I knew what she meant.
'I have dreamed so many times about this chance at redemption. And now that it may be here, I can't help but have the feeling it will destroy me.'
