THURSDAY, JULY 2
IN A TYPICAL CLEVELAND CHANGE OF MOOD, THE TEM PERATURE DROPPED THIRTY-FOUR DEGREES IN THREE DAYS, AND PAUL’S FUNERAL TOOK PLACE ON A COLD, WET MORNING. THERESA FOUND THIS COM FORTING EVEN AS SHE SHIVERED, MORE APPROPRIATE THAN A SUNNY DAY WOULD HAVE BEEN. POLICE-DEPARTMENT PERSONNEL TURNED OUT IN FULL FORCE, UNIFORM ED AND SOLEM N-LOOKING, EVEN THE CHIEF AND ASSISTANT CHIEF AND ALL THE DEPARTMENTHEADS. THEY HAD PLENTY OF NICE THINGS TO SAY ABOUTTHE DECEASED, AND THERESA DIDN’THEAR A SINGLE WORD THROUGH HER OWN PERSONALFOG. RACHAEL, FRANK, AND DON KEPTHER CORDONED OFF FROM MOSTOF THE MOURNERS, EXCEPTPAUL’S FAM ILY, AND ALLOF THE MEDIA.
They allowed Chris Cavanaugh through, to join her on a bench next to the grave site as she waited for the cemetery traffic to thin and for the strength to walk away.
He gave her a foot or two of space and studied the damp grave. “Glad to see you’re not fired.”
“Yeah. Leo made some phone calls.”
“Jessica is sticking to her kidnapping story. She must think it’s her only chance to get Ethan back, which of course it is.”
The break wall had made it easy for the marine patrol to cordon off the boats present, and it hadn’t taken long to find Lucas’s buddy, the same one who had driven Bobby’s car to Atlanta. The former desk clerk at the self-storage place clearly remembered the guy with the missing hand.
Jessica Ludlow had been found with the car, trying to drag a dying Lucas from the passenger seat. He bled out in much less time than Paul had.
“The car never did blow up,” Chris went on when she didn’t respond. “Lucas never hit the detonator. They even recovered Jessie’s damn Picasso, only a little worse for wear.”
She nodded. Frank had told her all this, but she let Chris talk anyway.
“What made you suspect her in the first place?”
Speech required an inordinate amount of effort. “The dog. The Browns dog. Those were a limited-edition item, given out by a fast-food place, a long time ago. The Ludlows just moved to the area, so how would they have something like that? She said a neighbor gave it to him, but it seemed in good shape. Odd for someone to keep a collectible like that all those years and then give it to a child you barely know… A tiny thing, but once my mind went in that direction, all the details started to make sense.”
“A stuffed dog.”
“I think Bobby gave it to him. Lucas wouldn’t have had one either, for the same reason, and Ethan kept talking about ‘Bo.’ Bobby’s brother said he was good with kids.”
“A stuffed dog. You’re something, Theresa.” After a moment his voice took on a different tone: “How are you? I suppose that’s a stupid thing to ask.”
She tried to say that she was still alive, that she’d survive, that she was well, given the circumstances. The words stuck in her throat. “I don’t know. What about you?”
“I feel great, actually, ecstatic to be alive. Unfortunately, that’s normal. Posttraumatic stress can take weeks to kick in.”
“I get that feeling. I think I don’t even know what I’ve lost yet.” The idea of PTSD worried her, and as she had done every ten waking minutes for the past few days, she looked around to find Rachael.
Chris followed her line of sight. “How’s she handling it?”
“Like a trouper, of course, but that doesn’t mean squat. She holds everything in; I taught her that. It’s almost a help, how guilty I feel for making her go through this. I’m so determined to put her first now that it takes my mind off-” Her gaze returned to the earthen hole in front of her.
“Guilty?”
“I risked myself. I risked her mother, to save a man we’ve known for only six months.”
“It’s your life to risk, Theresa.”
You don’t have any children, do you? “No, it’s really not.”
“It was a brave and selfless thing to do. She would respect that.”
“I’m sure it would be a great comfort to her during her senior prom, her wedding, the birth of her first child.”
The man who made his living ferreting out other people’s motivations asked gently, “Why did you do it, then?”
She thought of herself standing in the middle of East Sixth
Street, the sun beating her shoulders, Paul collapsed on the lobby floor and bleeding. “I couldn’t do anything else.” “If it happened again this afternoon, you’d do the same thing again.” She knew the answer, but it took her a long time to say it. “Yes.”
“We all make decisions, Theresa, and we all have responsibilities. Sometimes they line up well and sometimes they don’t, but you can only do the best you can. Stop cluttering up your mind with what might have happened, because it’s going to take you away from her senior prom, tomorrow’s high-profile homicide, or”-he paused-“your next date.”
That seemed an odd thing to say. She looked at him. He merely smiled. “Mom?” Rachael stood to the side, Leo behind her. “Yes.” Theresa stood up and smoothed her slacks. “I’m ready to go now.”