With some people, hearing about a death can have that effect. Others become wailing banshees.
Her wet eyes met mine. “Where is he, Mike? Where is he right now?”
“We don’t know.”
“The Warden Service has begun operations to recover his body from the river,” offered the sheriff.
This seemed to be a cue for me to say something. “We’re going to bring him back to you, Jamie, I promise.” My words made it sound as if her brother’s corpse were a lost puppy, a living puppy.
“No,” she said again.
She began to wobble. Looking across the foyer, I could see her knees going weak. She put a hand out to steady herself against the lintel but miscalculated the distance. I barely got there in time to catch her.
We were together on the floor, with me down on one knee, supporting her slumped, shaking body. I smelled her faded perfume and the cigarettes she’d been smoking. I stroked her chestnut hair.
“Jamie?”
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no.”
“I’m here,” I said.
She was sobbing uncontrollably, great wrenching sobs that seemed to be coming from someplace deeper than her heart.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no.”
“What’s wrong?” Tammi appeared in her wheelchair. She’d crept out to the edge of the foyer like a shy animal at the edge of a field. “Is it Prester?”
The sound of her sister’s voice seemed to affect Jamie instantly. She squirmed loose of my arms and struggled to her knees. She threw herself between her sister and me, as if her body could be a shield.
“Something’s happened,” she said in a sniffly voice.
“He’s dead, isn’t he? The sheriff wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
No censor between brain and mouth-that was the way I understood brain injuries, some of them anyway.
“He fell through the ice,” Jamie said. She turned her head at me, red eyes half closed with confusion. “How did he fall through the ice?”
“He was trying to get away from the police,” I said.
“Warden.” The sheriff’s tone was stern with warning.
“You mean you were chasing him?”
“Not me. I wasn’t there.” I didn’t mean this to sound defensive, only explanatory.
“Where were you, Mike?”
I climbed to my feet. “In a plane.”
Another unsatisfactory answer. “Who chased him?”
“It doesn’t matter,” said Rhine.
“It does too matter! I wanted to know what happened to my brother.”
“We’re still trying to determine how he escaped from the hospital,” said the sheriff.
“I don’t care about that,” said Jamie. “I want to know who was chasing him. Who was he trying to get away from?”
“Jamie,” I said.
“You told me he’d be safe in the hospital. You told me he’d be safe.”
I felt utterly helpless, afraid to speak lest I make the situation even worse. “I know how hard this is.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Is there someone we can call for you?” the sheriff asked.
“Gloria,” I said, thinking of her AA sponsor “Do you want me to call Gloria?”
She sprang to her feet. “I want you to tell me who chased him onto the ice.”
“Your brother escaped police custody, Miss Sewall,” the sheriff said. “That was his decision.”
“Get out of here,” Jamie said with a snarl. “I want you to leave my house.”
“I think we should call your sponsor,” I said softly.
“Will you shut up about Gloria?”
“We’ll be on our way, then,” the sheriff said. “We’ll be in touch when we have more information.”
“I’d like to stay,” I told Rhine.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” The sheriff was afraid that if I remained there, I would tell Jamie it was Corbett who had pursued her brother across the frozen river. It was a legitimate worry.
“No,” said Jamie. “I want you to go, too.”
“What?”
“I can’t look at you right now.”
“I want to help you, Jamie,” I said.
“I don’t want your help! I don’t need your help!”
The words hit me like a slap across the face.
Rhine put her hand on my shoulder. “Let’s leave them in peace,” she whispered in my ear. Then she looked at Jamie and said, “You have our condolences.”
I raised my eyes and saw a face peering out of the shadows from the upstairs landing. Lucas Sewall had been eavesdropping on our entire conversation. He made no effort to disappear this time. We stared at each other, and I was struck by the look of utter betrayal on his face. Like his mother, he blamed me for what had happened to Prester.
Neither Rhine nor I spoke until we had returned to our vehicles. The snow was falling thickly in the cedars across the road. The scene was as quiet as a Japanese woodblock print.
“People can’t be held responsible for what they say in those situations,” the sheriff said.
“I guess not.”
Rhine gazed up at the house. “I’d forgotten the sister was in a wheelchair. That explains a lot.”
“How so?”
“People with lots of prescriptions are real popular around here. For someone like Randall Cates, living in the same house with Tammi Sewall would have been like having his own in-house pharmacy. It might even have been why Cates cozied up to her sister in the first place.”
An image came to me of Jamie naked in my bed. “I doubt that was the reason.”
“I guess you would know,” Rhine said. “Should I even bother giving you advice, or are you just going to ignore it again?”
The question was obviously rhetorical, so I let her continue.
“Leave the Sewalls alone for a while. Otherwise, you might find yourself named in the wrongful-death lawsuit she’ll probably bring against the hospital, the county, and God only knows who else.”
“Jamie wouldn’t do something like that.”
“How sure are you of that?”
Not very, I realized.
Rhine climbed behind the wheel of the Crown Vic. “Call me if you hear anything.”
I backed my truck into the road so she could pull out. She snapped on her headlights and hit the gas hard. I watched the sheriff rocket down the road toward Machias.
When I glanced back at the house, I saw a parted curtain in an upstairs window. Lucas Sewall was still watching me.
28
People can’t be held responsible for what they say in those situations. I hoped the sheriff was right, but I could’t deny that Jamie’s outburst worried me. It reminded me of the bitter comments that my dad used to spit out at me when he was drinking hard: “Be a man for once. Stop acting like such a fucking pussy.” Grief, like alcohol, seemed to facilitate the expression of a person’s true feelings.
Jamie was already smoking again; how soon before she took a drink? And then what? A trip down to the
