that. I don’t even get the whole laser eye surgery thing. Totally freaks me out.’
‘Yeah, well I guess Joe’s desperate.’
Danny’s cell phone rang. ‘Yeah?’
‘Get the hell over to the hospital.’
‘Joe?’ said Danny. ‘Holy shit! Aren’t you in surgery? Where are you right now?’
‘Not dressed enough to be standing in a hospital hallway on a payphone,’ said Joe.
‘Have you been administered any medication?’
‘Just hurry the fuck up.’
‘You got clothes there?’
‘No. I’m going to do this one naked. Course I’ve got clothes. I just need to find my room.’
‘I’m on my way. What about your surgery?’ But he didn’t wait for an answer.
The drive through Westchester was familiar to Joe – he had stayed in his father’s house in Rye with Shaun when they came back from Ireland. Today, they were seven miles further from the city in a quiet stretch of countryside, a perfect setting for the second Colt-Embry Clinic. They followed the blacktop road that curved through the half-finished gardens and led to the main building. They walked past the empty reception desk and stopped at a stack of signs, edged in protective cardboard, leaning against the walls. They had yet to be mounted, but showed with a neat black arrow the way to Julia Embry’s office. They knocked, but opened the door without waiting. Julia jumped and half-staggered up from her chair.
‘Where is Mary?’ Joe was shouting.
Julia was pale. She nodded. ‘She’s here. She’s safe.’
‘Do you know how many people are out looking for her?’ said Joe. ‘Are you out of your mind?’
Danny put a steadying hand on Joe’s arm. Joe pulled away from it.
‘No,’ he said. ‘What the fuck is going on here?’
Julia started to cry.
‘No fucking tears,’ said Joe. ‘Quit it with the fucking tears.’
‘Joe, come on,’ said Danny. ‘Calm down.’ He turned to Julia. ‘Mrs Embry, we’re glad Mary is safe.’
‘Thank you.’
‘Where is she?’
‘In the new apartments. I moved her out here early. I couldn’t watch her go through any more. I know she was the one who got in contact with you. And I know you’ve been kind to her. But her life has been turned upside down and I didn’t want her to go through any more. I couldn’t face it.’
‘Is Stan here too?’
‘Yes.’
‘Jesus Christ,’ said Joe.
Julia sat back down in her chair. ‘You have a close family, Detective, I read about you,’ she said. ‘And it’s a different dynamic than when you don’t. Stan, Mary… they can disappear without people paying too much attention. They have no family to panic when they’re gone. How many missing person reports are filed-’
‘Let me stop you right there,’ said Joe. ‘I’m genuinely concerned. Have I come across as someone who thinks human beings are disposable?’
Julia’s face burned. She avoided his stare. ‘I’m sorry. No, no you haven’t.’
‘Thank you,’ said Joe. ‘Because you need to know there are a lot of people in my line of work who care – me, my partner, the entire task force. We care about the people we meet. You think I come in contact with someone like Mary Burig, she disappears and we’re all going to forget about her? Yeah, you might be able to sleep at night knowing she’s safe. But maybe I can’t. Maybe I’ll wake up wondering what I did wrong. What if it was you? How would you feel?’
‘I’m sorry.’
He shook his head. ‘Look, I can’t argue with what you want to do with the clinic,’ said Joe. ‘And what you have done, how many people you’ve helped. There should be a million of these clinics all over the country.’
‘Thank you,’ said Julia. ‘That means a lot.’ Tears welled up in her eyes. ‘I don’t know how I got into this mess – I’m sorry.’ She looked up at him. ‘How did you know?’
‘I see people cry a lot,’ said Joe. ‘I see real tears and fake ones. When I told you about Stan and Robin, I saw real tears. But I knew you were crying for another reason. I got the impression I was telling you something you already knew. Does that make sense? You know sometimes you see people cry at a funeral – and you just get from them that something else is going on. That’s what it’s like.’
She smiled sadly. ‘You’re right. I was crying for something else.’
‘For what?’
‘Because it reminded me yet again that I had a son who wanted to die.’
‘What?’
‘Robin drove straight into Stan’s path.’
‘And you believe that?’ said Joe.
‘Yes. Life was unbearable at home. I knew he wasn’t… well. It was all too much for him. He had attempted suicide before. Stan confirmed what I had suspected.’
‘How did you know about Stan?’ said Joe.
‘He broke down and told me. It was as simple as that. After he had been working for me for years. He said he just couldn’t take the guilt. He said me being nice to him made it worse. He couldn’t just leave, because he knew how important he was to me, but he couldn’t stay because every day, he felt like a fraud.’
‘How did you react when he told you?’
‘Well, I was devastated.’
‘But you recovered…’ said Joe.
Julia looked up at him.
‘You recovered when you realized you had someone for the rest of your life that would do anything to make up for taking away your child.’
‘I’m not that cynical,’ said Julia.
‘Come on,’ said Joe. ‘You knew what you were doing.’
‘It’s not like that,’ said Julia. ‘Stan had become a really dear friend. I lost my son, I lost my husband. I could not lose someone else. I just couldn’t. No-one could bring Robin back. Stan wasn’t a bad person. There was nothing to be gained by shutting him out.’
‘It sounds to me like a little circle of people-’
‘Of friends,’ said Julia. ‘Families have blood ties. We had… different loyalties. But we were all friends.’
‘OK. What happened that night at the clinic?’
‘The killer came back for Mary. No-one was in the building except me. I heard noises in one of the apartments, so I walked in. He swung around and his gun went off. It was a reflex. He wasn’t aiming. He missed me. I was screaming, Mary was screaming. Stan came rushing in and… Stan shot him. It was self-defence. It all happened so fast.’
Joe’s face was impassive. Inside, he was raging. ‘What happened to Mary?’
‘It was all so confusing, the noise, the gunshots… she crawled past us and ran down the hallway. We were all in shock. She hid in one of the rooms. I ran after her.’
‘Where was Stan?’
‘He… wrapped the body in the sheets that were in the room, then in plastic and… buried him.’
Joe shook his head. ‘So that’s when Mary called us?’
Julia nodded. ‘I guess so. I told Stan to find her and take her away to the new clinic. She’d made it down to the supply room in the lobby. You probably ran past it on your way in…’
Danny let out a breath.
‘It was terrible,’ said Julia. ‘It nearly broke Stan’s heart having to take her away the way he did. He had to restrain her. Someone he cares about so much-’
‘You and Stan are going to have to come with us,’ said Joe. ‘And we need to see Mary.’
‘She’s just outside. Please, though, let me call Magda Oleszak and tell her. Maybe you can bring Mary to her. I don’t want her having to come to the police station.’
‘OK,’ said Danny.
