The Cat, the Wife and the Weapon

Karen placed her hands on either side of Finn’s face and started asking him questions. They were in their own world. I’d never seen her smile so big.

Tom said, “The father’s name is Rory Gannon. Hilary once told me he’s mentally ill. When he was institutionalized, she divorced him, took Finn and got as far from him as her money would take her.”

“You ever meet him?” I said.

“Nope. He never paid child support. Never showed his face. A phantom. As far as I knew, she was a single mom, with a fantastic kid, who deserved better than an uninvolved ex-husband.”

Candace said, “I have to send these prints to the crime lab, but I have more questions for you, Tom.”

He sighed heavily. “About what? I want to help, but I’m tired and I know you are, too.”

“I need to know more about what went on between you and Nolan Roth.” She started to walk down the hall away from us. Over her shoulder she said, “See, I just talked to the chief. He said Mrs. Roth claimed to know nothing about Nolan making you drive to North Carolina and the dustup between you and Roth.”

“You don’t believe her, right?” Tom said.

Candace stopped and turned back. “I’d say those bruises on your face are enough evidence for me. But to satisfy the chief, who seems quite charmed by your ex-wife, by the way, I need more details with a time line, Tom. Right now, I’ve got evidence to examine. So go on, all of you. Get some rest. I know where to find you.”

She walked to the end of the hall and disappeared into the office across from Chief Baca’s.

Tom’s face had gone red with anger. “Hilary knows exactly what happened in North Carolina. I’m sure she planned the whole thing.”

I rested a hand on his arm. “Listen, you’re exhausted. Come to my house and just… relax for an hour or two.” Even as I said the words I knew he couldn’t. The man I thought I’d known so well—a man always in control, strong, kind, generous—was showing a side I’d never seen. The past had come back to throttle him and he was angry, worried and confused.

“Thanks, Jillian, but right now—”

“I understand. Please know I’m with you all the way. Anything you need, well… anything. I’ll do what I can.”

He squeezed my hand. “Right now, I need to talk to my mother. Any help you can give me with her would be much appreciated. She likes you.”

We walked hand in hand through the squeaky wooden gate and joined Finn and the woman he called Nana.

Karen Stewart, in her late sixties, wore a gray coat and her familiar black cloche hat. She was no longer coloring her dark hair. Silver and black strands escaped the hat and curled on her forehead and temples.

She addressed me, not Tom. “Look where I find my boys. In the police station, of all places. What should I do with these troublemakers, Jillian?”

“Tough question,” I said. “I’d say a meal might be in order. Can we discuss this over lunch at the diner?”

Finn’s eyes lit up.

I added, “An eighteen-year-old needs more than toast and milk—which is about all Finn’s eaten today.”

“Let’s fix that,” Tom said.

The Main Street Diner turned out to be exactly what Finn needed. He looked happy for the first time since I’d met him. The three of us watched him put away fries, three of the diner’s famous Texas chili dogs and a root beer float. Karen seemed as cheerful as he was as she nibbled on a salad and drank hot tea.

I still didn’t understand why neither she nor Tom had ever mentioned a kid they both obviously loved, but each family has their own way of dealing with problems. After I’d finished my hamburger, I decided to quit wondering and bring up the subject.

“I was so surprised to meet Finn,” I said. “You all care a lot about each other.”

“We do, but Finnian’s home situation has not always allowed us to visit with each other,” Karen said. “Especially after Mr. Roth was released from prison last year. I suspect Thomas said nothing to you previously, Jillian. He certainly wouldn’t engage me in conversation about what to do concerning Finn’s home situation.”

“This has been a little surprising,” I said.

Tom cleared his throat. “I—I felt frozen by the system, what with Finn still being a minor and all. I’d chat with him online and then put away my thoughts. See, I know what Hilary’s capable of. Maybe I was being paranoid, but I believed even mentioning him to anyone I knew might somehow get back to her and she’d find a way to completely shut me out of his life. But now that Finn is eighteen, things will be different.”

Finn said, “Nolan was just as bad as Mom. He wouldn’t let me talk to Nana Karen or Tom. I did anyway, though. He just didn’t know.”

Didn’t know until you disappeared and Nolan checked your computer, I thought. “Was Mr. Roth so upset with Tom for sending him to jail he decided to punish all of you this way?”

Finn swiped his last three French fries through a puddle of ketchup. “That’s about right.”

Tom said, “We decided it was best not to let anyone know we were still in touch. Keep the peace, in other words.”

“You see, Mr. Roth was extremely controlling,” Karen said. “He wouldn’t allow Hilary to talk to me either, though she called me without his knowledge on more than one occasion. I have no issue with Hilary, even though Thomas is less, shall we say, open-minded when it comes to her.” She stared over at Tom, seated next to me in the wooden booth. “Thomas, can you explain why I had to find out via a phone call from Hilary that Finnian was in town? Oh, and I also heard you spent much of last night being interviewed by the police. Did you get all those cuts and bruises from fighting with one of the police officers for some reason?”

“No, Mom.” Tom squeezed my knee and I rested my hand over his. “I planned on calling you to explain the minute things settled down.”

“The newspaper said the man who died was driving your car. Did he steal it?” she asked.

“You could say that,” Tom said.

“How intentionally vague,” she replied. “You always think I’ll fall off the wagon if you involve me in less- than-happy aspects of your life. I won’t, Thomas. I’m stronger than you think.”

“Maybe you are, Mom. But I don’t like upsetting you. Anything involving Finn might make you, well… overreact.”

She looked at Finn, her eyes showing her affection for him. “Perhaps you’re right, Thomas. Did you have anything to do with the accident? Is that why the police kept you so long?”

“There was plenty to discuss,” Tom said.

I could tell he wasn’t about to elaborate because he might not want Karen hearing about Finn’s head injury right now. Maybe she’d be upset because Tom called on me to help Finn rather than her.

Finn’s gaze went back and forth between Tom and Karen. “He kept the police busy to help me, Nana. When Tom saw it was Nolan who crashed the car, Tom figured he came to town looking for me. See, I left Mom and Nolan to come here.”

Tom said, “Can we talk about something else?”

“You ran away?” Karen said. “Oh my goodness, I don’t know what to think.”

“I couldn’t stay there anymore, Nana. I was hoping Tom would let me live here.”

“So much for putting this conversation on the shelf for now.” Tom sounded exasperated.

Karen didn’t seem to hear Tom. She focused on Finn’s bruised forehead. “Did they hit you? Because if they did—”

“No. Nothing like that,” Finn said. “I don’t know how I got hurt. Wish I did. Anyway, it’s all part of why Tom ended up talking to the police for so many hours. With Nolan dead and the gun we found in my backpack—”

“Gun?” Karen, sounding aghast, glanced between Finn and Tom. “Was it one of your guns, Thomas?”

“Nope. That’s all I’m saying about it, too.” Tom looked at Finn. “Please let’s not talk about any of this until we know more. Words fly faster than hummingbirds around this town. We don’t want to start rumors.”

“I’m cool with that. But you better tell Bob, since he’s the one who found the gun to begin with,” Finn said.

Karen blanched. “Bob? Our Bob?”

“See, this is why I wanted to wait until I had all the facts before talking to you,” Tom said.