Authors: Mariah Stewart
“I've met a couple of guys that I liked over the past few years, yes.”
“But you didn't give any of them a chance because you were afraid your daughter might like them?”
“Not that she might like them, but that she might get used to having someone around, and then when they weren't, it would be hard for her.”
“Why did you assume none of these men would care enough about you to stay?”
When Emme didn't answer, Trula said, “That's the real issue, kiddo. At least as I see it.”
Emme's throat constricted, and she wanted nothing more than for Trula to leave, but the woman made no move toward the door. Choosing her words carefully, Emme said, “I didn't have a very stable childhood. I want better for Chloe.”
“Understandable. Admirable, even. But don't assume that everyone is going to leave you, Emme.” Trula stood and brushed a tiny bit of flour from her sleeve. “There are people in this world who will love you, who will care about you, who will stand by you and who will not let you down, no matter what. I think that's something Chloe already knows. It seems to me that you could learn a little something from her.”
When Emme finally composed herself enough to
turn around, Trula was gone, and her phone was ringing.
“Oh, shit,” she muttered as she wiped her eyes. Clearing her throat, she answered the call.
“Is this Miss Caldwell?” a young woman's voice asked.
“Yes. Who's this?”
“This is Ava, Miss Caldwell.”
“Ava …”
“Yes. I've been away at school and really tied up with work at the end of the semester. I read your emails—I know you're looking for Belle. I was so sorry to hear that she's been missing.”
“Unfortunately, she's not the only one.”
“Hayley called me. She told me about Henry, Ali, and Lori disappearing. I know it has something to do with our donor, with Donor 1735. I know Belle figured out his identity,” Ava said, her voice choked with emotion. “I never should have let her contact him on her own. I should have followed my instincts and—”
“Wait, Ava. Are you saying that Belle was in contact with Congressman Gardner?”
“You know it's him, then?”
“Yes. Are you telling me that Belle contacted him?”
“She did. And now she's missing. And Henry is dead and Lori and Ali are who knows where.” She sobbed. “I can never forgive myself for not being more involved in this. I really didn't think these kids would be able to figure out who he was. If only I'd …”
“Why do you think you could have changed things?”
“Because I'm older, and supposed to be wiser. I
should have just taken this on myself. I would have approached him in a different way. I would have done a lot of things differently, and my sisters wouldn't be missing. Henry wouldn't be dead.”
“You know, the police investigating Henry's death don't believe it's connected to any of this. They don't believe that Lori's disappearance has anything to do with Belle being gone.”
“Really?” Ava paused. “I would have thought they'd want to investigate the similarities. Especially with Ali being gone now.”
“It makes no sense to me, either.”
“The reason I called is I'm going to go talk to Congressman Gardner. I was wondering if maybe you'd come with me.”
“I already met with him, Ava. He denies knowing about the donor siblings and he made it quite clear he had very little interest in meeting any of you. I'm sorry, I know that isn't what you want to hear.”
“I don't think it matters to me whether he's interested in meeting us or not. I need to see him. I need to ask him about Belle.”
“Why are you so certain that she contacted him?”
“Because the night of that art museum get-together, she drove down to his house to talk to him.”
“How do you know that?”
“She told me she was going. I wasn't able to make it to Philadelphia that day, so I called her later in the afternoon. She was in her car, on her way to Maryland. She told me she had his address and was going to his house to talk to him.”
“Was he expecting her?”
“No, I think she was going to surprise him.”
“So you don't know if she actually spoke with him.”
“No, but I'm going to find out.”
“Ava, if you've known this all this time, why didn't you tell someone?”
“Because, like I said, I was off the board most of this year because of school. I'm working on a doctorate in education, and most of the time, my head is spinning, there's so much work to do. I wasn't aware that Belle was missing until recently.”
“If you knew Donor 1735's identity, why didn't you follow up with Belle to find out if she met with him?”
“For one thing, I didn't really care about him. I have a father, Miss Caldwell. I come from a very happy and secure home. I had no interest in this man just because he happened to donate sperm to my mother. I feel no connection to him whatsoever. I don't feel that I have any right to intrude in his life and I don't want him in mine.”
“So why are you going to speak with him now?”
“Because three of my sisters are missing, and one of my brothers is dead.”
“You feel a connection to them even though you feel no such connection to him.”
“Yes,” Ava said, after a moment's hesitation.
“Ava, Congressman Gardner has assured me that he knew nothing about the children who were born as a result of his sperm donation.”
“I would like him to look me in the eye and tell me that.”
“He's agreed to see you?”
“Yes.”
Emme sighed. “When are you planning on meeting with him?”
“In about three hours. I'm on my way there now.”
“That's about how long it would take me to get there.” Emme looked at the clock. It was already one.
“I know it's an imposition, but I'd just feel safer if you were there. It would be more official, since you're investigating Belle's disappearance, and since you're a cop or something and you probably carry a gun.”
“Ava, I'm a private investigator, not a cop. I don't carry a gun, and even if I did, I wouldn't go into the home of a state congressman with a concealed weapon. If you're worried about him, why not call the police?”
Ava laughed. “Miss Caldwell, he's a congressman, and I'm a grad student from Boston. Besides, what would I say that wouldn't backfire on the other kids if he really doesn't know anything about Belle, and the others really want to meet with him?”
When Emme didn't immediately respond, Ava added, “Besides, I need a little moral support. I've never grilled a congressman before.”
“All right. I see your point. And I understand why you'd rather have someone with you, so yes, I'll be there. I should be able to get there by four if I leave now.”
“Super. Thanks, Miss Caldwell. I really appreciate it.”
Emme hung up the phone. She would have to leave within the next fifteen minutes. She slipped her feet back into the sandals she'd earlier kicked off and grabbed her bag and went directly to the kitchen.
“Trula,” she called, as she came through the swinging door from the back hallway.
“She ran to the store,” Susanna told her. “Are you joining me for lunch?”
“No, I have to run out for a few hours and I won't get back till later tonight. I was hoping to ask Trula if she'd pick up Chloe for me at school at five and let her hang out here until I get back.”
“One of us will get Chloe, and I'm sure Trula will be delighted to spend some time with her.”
Emme grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl Trula left on the counter for them and calculated how long she thought she'd be. If she left now and made good time, she could be there by four. She wouldn't stay more than an hour at the congressman's house—he made it pretty plain that he only has so much to say and when he's done, the conversation is over. She doubted he'd have much to say to Ava, so an hour would be generous. Traffic permitting, she shouldn't be too late. “I think I should be back between eight and nine. Chloe can curl up on one of the sofas in the family room if she gets sleepy.”
“That one never gets sleepy when she's around Trula, haven't you noticed that? The two of them are like peas and carrots, as Forrest Gump would say.”
“Tell Trula I'll give her a call when I'm on my way home.”
“Sure. Don't worry about Chloe. We'll take good care of her,” Susanna assured her.
“Thanks. I'll see you later, Suse.” Emme hurried out the back door and headed for her car. Nick's Firebird was parked right next to hers and she paused, thinking maybe she should leave a note for him.
They'd talked about dinner tonight, and she didn't want him to think she was standing him up. She'd been looking forward to spending some time with him, but she knew he'd understand. She'd call him from the car and explain. Maybe he'd even wait for her.
She got into her car and took off. The last thing she felt like doing was driving to Ballard again, but if something happened to Ava while she was at Gardner's house, she'd never forgive herself. Besides, if Gardner had been lying to her, she wanted to know. Her instincts had told her he'd been truthful, but if she was losing her touch, she wanted to be the first to know about it.
Mallory rubbed her eyes and searched the pile of applications for her misplaced reading glasses. Had she had them on earlier when she went down to the kitchen? She couldn't remember. But they weren't on the desk and they weren't in her bag, and they had to be somewhere. Besides, it gave her an excuse to go down to the kitchen and see what was cooking. Literally. She'd bet on vegetable soup and lemon squares but she could be wrong.
“Oh, look who's here.” Mallory smiled when she saw Chloe on a chair at the sink. “Are you helping Trula, Chloe?”
“Uh-huh. I'm helping Trula clean up. But I'm not Chloe.”
“You aren't?”
Chloe shook her head, no.
“You look just like Chloe Caldwell, but if you're someone else, who are you?” Mallory asked.
“My name is Nancy Drew,” Chloe said without turning around.
“Nancy Drew is the name of a famous girl detective.” Mallory tried not to smile.
“I know. Like my mommy.”
“I think Nancy Drew was a little older than you, though.” Mallory helped herself to a lemon square and sat at the table.
“Trula told me. She's going to read one of the books for me ′cause I can't read yet.”
“Well, they're certainly fun books. I read them all when I was younger. Maybe not quite as young as four, though.”
“Chloe has very sophisticated tastes.” Trula winked at Mal.
“Nancy
does,” Chloe corrected her.
“Nancy
has … what you said.”
“Oh, to be four again. It must be fun to just change your name whenever you feel like it.” Mal looked beyond the little girl to Trula.
“You don't have to be four,” Chloe told her. “Grown-ups can change their names, too. My mommy changed her name.”
“You mean, from Emily to Emme? That's sort of shortening her name, like a nickname.” Mallory licked confectioners' sugar from her fingers.
“No, her name wasn't Emily. It was Ann.” Chloe held up her soapy hands and squished them together.
“Ann Caldwell?” Mallory tried to remember if the application had shown Emily or Ann as a middle name.
“No, Ann Nolan.”
“Ann Nolan?” Mallory looked across the room at Trula, who'd turned to stare at Chloe.
“Uh-huh. She changed it before we left California. She liked Emme Caldwell better and she said that sometimes you can change your name if you want to, if you find one you like better. I change mine all the time.” She turned and grinned at Mallory. “So you could have a new name too, if you wanted.”
“I think I'll go upstairs and … think about that.” Mallory was still looking at Trula. “I'll be in my office … looking up names, Trula.”
Trula nodded but appeared too confused to speak.
Mallory couldn't get to her computer quickly enough. She entered Ann Nolan into Magellan Express and waited for the information to be retrieved. She watched in horror as pictures of Silver Hill, California, police officer Ann Nolan came onto her screen. The woman she knew—the woman they all knew—as Emme Caldwell was identified in caption after caption as Ann Nolan.
She read every article, then sat with her head in her hands. Who was this woman really? What was she hiding? Why had she lied?
And what were they going to do about it?
W
ell, you boys look like you had a fun day,” Trula said as Robert, Kevin, and Nick filed through the back door.
“We had a great day.” Robert kissed her on the cheek as he passed by, causing her eyebrows to rise. “I found my car, Trula. The car I've been coveting for years.”
“Well, that's nice.” Trula turned back to the sink where she'd been cutting the stems off some flowers she'd just brought in.
“Hi, Mal,” Robert said as Mallory came into the room.
“Hi. Um … Robert, could I have a word with you?” Mallory asked.
“Sure. What's up?” He went to the refrigerator and opened the door. To Nick and Kevin he said, “Iced tea, guys?”
“Yes, thanks.” Kevin got out glasses. “Nick?”
“No, thanks,” Nick said. All he really wanted was to see Emme.
“Privately.” Mallory stood in the doorway, her arms crossed over her chest.
“What's going on, Mal? Problem?” Robert persisted.
“It's business, Robert.”
“Sorry, Mal,” Robert said as he poured tea into two glasses. “I'm just so stoked about this car. I'll be with you in a minute.” He turned to Trula. “You know, Prince Charles has a car like this one, only he had his converted to running on bioethanol fuel. He has it specially made from surplus wine.”
“Is that true?” Trula asked, and Robert assured her it was.
“I don't see Emme's car.” Nick looked out the back window, feeling a bit awkward. There was obviously something going on that Mallory didn't want to discuss in front of him. “Did she go somewhere?”
“Actually, you just missed her,” Trula told him. “She left about forty minutes ago.”
“Do you know how long she'll be?” he asked. “I was hoping to say hi while I was here.”
“She's planning on being awhile, wherever she went. Suse said she'd need one of us to pick up Chloe from school.”
“Oh.” He hadn't realized just how much he'd been looking forward to seeing her. “Well, I guess I'll be getting back to my shop. Robert, thanks for a fun day. My first time in a private plane. I could get used to it.”