“Yes,” I said. “Just overwhelmed.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. You know what they say: a burden shared is a burden halved.”
“That works for me,” Zack said, “because this particular burden isn’t getting any lighter.”
A hotel employee approached the girls, spoke to them for a moment, and Lena came running. “That man says we can work the controls for the train if it’s okay with you. He says we can even make the train go backwards.”
“Can’t pass up an opportunity like that,” Zack said.
“We’ll watch from here,” I said.
Lena ran back to the other side of the display. Zack nodded assent to the man from the hotel, and the man handed the controls to the girls and began explaining how to work them.
I turned to Zack. “You were saying…?”
“That I’m glad you’re around.” He took my hand. “But that’s old news. Today’s news is not cheering. The M.E. thinks Abby was probably attacked somewhere else and then dragged to her car and driven to the parking lot. Apparently the contusion on the back of her head and body were consistent with some pretty rough treatment.”
“When did she die?”
“The old dogs, which is what old cops call themselves, would say that Abby died at some point between the time we saw her walking out of the gym at Luther and the time the shovellers from the mission found her body in the parking lot.”
“Old dog humour?” I said.
“Yeah, but right on the money. Despite what TV would have us believe, it’s pretty difficult to pinpoint the time of a death. That’s why the police spend a lot of time trying to find the second-last person who saw the victim alive.”
Madeleine, who paid attention to instructions, had just navigated the train safely through the mountains with their icing snow peaks, past the village houses with their jelly fruit shingles, and back safely to the chalet. Zack and I both gave her the thumbs-up. Now it was Lena’s turn, but for once, Zack and I weren’t focused on our younger granddaughter’s performance. Neither of us doubted that Lena would snarl the train somewhere on the tracks, but we both knew that her charm and her poufy grape Kool-Aid dress would win the day.
“Debbie’s big push right now is finding someone who saw Abby after she left Luther,” Zack said. “But so far, nada. The cameras downtown weren’t working because of the power failure and people were too busy dealing with the blizzard to notice what their fellow citizens were up to.”
“How much of this did you tell Delia?”
Zack’s laugh was short and humourless. “As little as possible, but Dee isn’t stupid. She knows what’s happening, and it’s driving her crazy. Which brings us to the second sugarplum. That was Dee on the phone just now. Nadine Perrault called to invite her to a memorial service Friday morning in the chapel at Trinity College School. Abby was a graduate and her father taught there all his life.”
“But the police won’t have released the body by then, will they?” I asked.
“It’ll be weeks before that happens,” Zack said. “When a woman is the victim of a seemingly random rape and murder, people get scared. The police don’t want this to be a catch-and-release case; neither does the Crown. Everybody wants a conviction, and that means hanging onto the body until they’re sure the forensic work, especially all the lab tests, are properly done.”
“Why doesn’t Nadine wait and have the service after the body’s been cremated?”
“That would be logical, wouldn’t it?” Zack said. “But grief isn’t logical. And a violent death like Abby’s brings its own horrors. It’s not easy to live with the knowledge that the body of someone you loved is lying on a slab somewhere while pathologists run their tests. Apparently, Nadine is convinced the memorial service will help Abby’s friends and colleagues get through the holidays.”
“That makes sense,” I said. “So did Delia accept Nadine’s invitation?”
“Not to the memorial service,” Zack said. “Delia’s in court that morning. I could, of course, have asked for an adjournment of the hearing, but Delia doesn’t want that. The time she spent with Abby’s body in the parking lot has hit her hard. She says she’s not ready to sit in a roomful of strangers and hear them talk about the daughter she never knew.”
“But she is going to go to Port Hope?”
“Yes, she’s taking the noon flight on Friday. She wants to meet Nadine and see where Abby grew up.”
“I think that’s a good idea,” I said. “Delia needs to know what Abby was like – not just for herself, but for Jacob. He’ll have questions about his mother, and Delia will have to be able to answer them.”
Zack nodded. “And one good thing. I was able to convince Delia not to take Jacob – no use overloading the emotional circuits.”
“I agree,” I said. “So, is Noah staying here with the baby?”
“Yep, and that’s where I come in. Dee may not be at the top of her game, but she still knows she should have her lawyer with her when she meets Nadine Perrault.”
I felt a flicker of worry. Zack was a healthy man, but keeping a paraplegic’s body in shape demanded attention and routine; both would be in short supply on a trip like this one.
“Isn’t there anybody else who can go?” I said.
“No, Jo. I’m it.” His voice was uncharacteristically weary.
We both watched as Lena slowed the little train for the curve and speeded it up again for its round of figure eights. Incredibly, the train stayed on the tracks.
“I’ll come with you,” I said.
Zack looked up at me. “Joanne, the flight from here to Toronto is over three hours. You go through hell if we have to fly to Saskatoon, and that’s fifty minutes.”
“I’ll figure something out,” I said. “Besides, you’ll be there, and I’m always better when you’re around.”
“That works both ways, Jo. I appreciate this.”
I bent down to kiss him. “Whither thou goest.”
When the Mouse King appeared, Lena leapt out of her seat, clambered up onto Zack’s lap, and buried her head in his chest. “Tell me when this part’s over,” she said.
I knew the feeling.
The next morning while Zack was dressing, I poured Taylor a glass of juice and went to her room. The door was closed. I knocked and waited until she invited me in. She was standing in front of her full-length mirror in her bra and panties, examining an aubergine turtleneck. She took the juice, thanked me, and drained the glass. Then she held the sweater against her body and gazed critically at her reflection. “What do you think?” she said.
“I think we’ll send you to a convent,” I said.
She gave me the Sally smile. “I’d sneak out.”
“We’d hunt you down.” I sat on the corner of her bed. “Taylor, something’s come up. Zack and I have to go away this weekend. Pete and his girlfriend are coming over to take care of the dogs. Are you okay spending the weekend with them?”
“Sure. What’s up?”
“Nothing fun. Delia wants to meet Abby’s partner and see the house where Abby grew up. Noah’s staying here with Jacob, so Zack and I are going with Delia.”
Taylor’s face clouded. “Every time I think of Izzy’s sister I get this sick feeling in my stomach.”
“We all do,” I said. “That’s why I’m going. It’s going to be hard for Delia and that means it’s going to be hard for Zack. I’m hoping I can make it easier.”
Taylor turned to the mirror. “So where did Abby grow up?”
“In Port Hope. It’s sixty miles east of Toronto.”
My daughter whirled around to face me. “You’ll have to fly there.”
“That’s the plan.”
“But you hate everything about planes.”
“Just boarding them and being in them,” I said. “I’m fine with the idea of getting off.”
