Don't Tell (32 page)

Steven sat upright in his chair and pulled the list of Winters’s phone calls closer. „The hacker Lambert thought he was trying to contact?“ he asked, excitement warming his voice.

„Let’s hope so.“ She pulled up a chair and sat close enough to point at the phone number in question. „The cell phone belongs to a Randall Livermore. He’s a freshman at UNC-Charlotte. Lives with his parents.“

Steven felt a shimmer of excitement in his gut as he scanned the rest of the calls, his eyes remaining glued to the page. „I’ll call the Charlotte-Mecklenburg PD and get a request for a search warrant started.“ He looked up and met Tom’s grin with one of his own, feeling triumphant for the first time in days. „And then I’ll head down to Charlotte. This is it, Toni. I can feel it. We’re going to get him.“

Chapter Fifteen

Chicago

Friday, March 16

4 p.m.

Caroline found Tom shoving socks into his duffelbag. A little tremor shook her heart and rumbled through her stomach as she stood in the doorway to his room and watched him pack, worries about Evie and telling Max the truth temporarily pushed aside. Her son was finally headed out on the camping trip he’d so anticipated.

He’d be gone for five days. Tom had been looking forward to this trip since he and his friends had begun the planning over the Christmas break. One of the boys’ fathers was going to drive them all up to a lake in Wisconsin, where they’d sleep in tents, fish for their breakfast and roast hot dogs over the fire if they proved to be inept hunters. At Tom’s age, hot dogs three times a day probably wouldn’t hurt him. God knew she didn’t need to worry about stunting his growth.

She felt a thrill of excitement compete with the tug of worry. Her son was making friends, venturing out on his own, similar to the way she was venturing out with Max. A little at a time. Slowly but surely, they were emerging from the dark cloud they’d been hiding under for so long.

He looked up and saw her, his face taking on a happy expression. „You’re home early.“

„I left a little early to make sure you had enough socks.“ She tilted her head. „So, do you have enough socks?“

Tom shot her one of his engaging grins. „I don’t know, Mom. Do you think twelve pairs is enough for a five-day camping trip?“

„If it rains, you’ll be glad I made you take extra socks.“

„If it rains, we’ll be playing GameBoy in our tents.“

„Do you have extra underwear?“

He made a great show of rolling his eyes. „Twelve pairs.“

Caroline smirked. „If you see any bears, you’ll be glad I made you take extra.“

Tom threw back his head and laughed.

And Caroline felt unexpected tears sting her eyes at the sight. Abruptly, Tom sobered and crossed the few feet between them.

„What’s wrong, Mom? If you don’t want me to go – “

„Sshh.“ Caroline reached up and laid a finger across his mouth. „I want you to go.“

He moved her hand away from his face, lightly holding her wrist. „Then why are you crying?“ Tom’s face darkened. „Did Max hurt your feelings again?“

„No, no.“ Caroline slipped her hand from his and reached up to hug him with both arms. Almost fiercely he hugged her back, lifting her feet a foot off the floor. „I’m just realizing everything is changing,“ she said to the wall behind his back.

Tom let her go, and she felt her toes touch the floor again. „Change is good, Mom. You always say that.“

She nodded and scraped tears from her face for the second time that day. „I know. Sometimes it can be scary though.“ She patted Tom’s cheek. „I seem to be getting involved with Max.“

A flush of embarrassment reddened Tom’s cheeks even as his jaw tightened. „I know.“

Caroline drew a breath. „And before it goes too far, he needs to know.“

Tom narrowed his eyes as full comprehension dawned. „You’re going to tell him? Mom!“

„Don’t ‘Mom’ me in that tone of voice, Tom.“ She locked eyes with him until he dropped his gaze to the worn carpet.

„I’m sorry, Mom, but we promised we’d never tell anybody. Anybody,“ he repeated defiantly.

„We told Dana,“ Caroline observed quietly.

„That was different!“ Tom burst out. „We – “

„Trusted her?“ Caroline supplied gently.

He lifted his eyes, still narrowed and angry. „Yes.“

„Well, I trust Max.“

„I don’t,“ Tom returned, deliberately.

„Why?“

He said nothing, just looked away and Caroline felt her temper simmer.

„Because he hurt my feelings?“ she demanded. „Well, I can handle my own feelings, son.“ Tom’s shoulders remained stubbornly set. „Because you’re afraid he’ll hurt me?“

A muscle twitched in Tom’s cheek. „He has a temper, Mom.“

„Yes, and he’s lost it. But never, not once has he laid his hands on me in a way that was anything but gentle. Even when he was at his most furious. Which,“ she added, „I deliberately provoked.“

„You’ve only known him two weeks!“

„True, but sometimes you just know. Even in two weeks.“

„How long did you know him?“ Tom challenged quietly, triumphantly.

Caroline winced. Low blow. „That’s not the same at all.

I was fifteen years old at the time. About the same age you are now,“ she finished with a meaningful tilt of her head.

Tom glared, clearly frustrated. „You’re saying I don’t know what I’m talking about.“

Her temper fizzled. „No, honey. I’m saying I have sixteen more years of experience than you. Tom, I know you don’t trust Max – yet. But, do you trust me?“

Tom hesitated, then met her eyes and nodded, his eyes still defiant.

„Then trust me to do the right thing.“ She turned from her son’s intense stare and began straightening the trophies on the top of his chest of drawers. She picked up a trophy at random and turned it over, staring at the flat bottom as if it contained great wisdom. It didn’t.

She heard the creaking of the springs of Tom’s bed, then his heavy sigh.

„Do you love him, Mom?“

What a question from a fourteen-year-old. Yet it demanded an answer. She put the trophy down with care and turned to face the boy who had been forced by circumstances beyond his control to become a man too soon. She owed her son nothing less than complete honesty. „Yes.“ His eyes lowered to the carpet and his hands clenched in his bedspread. „He says he loves me, too,“ she added and watched his hands gradually relax.

Tom finally looked up. „Then I’m glad.“

Caroline let out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. „You are?“

He smiled. Not the cute, charming smile that he used to make her laugh or diffuse her temper, but a sober smile, not offsetting the worry that remained in his eyes. „Yes, I am. You deserve to be happy, Mom. You deserve to have someone love you that won’t make you afraid.“

Caroline tried to swallow, but the lump of emotion was far too large. „I don’t think I deserve you,“ she whispered.

Tom raised one brow and his charming grin reappeared. „No, you don’t.“

Laughing through her tears, she grabbed one of his smaller trophies and hurled it harmlessly to his bed where it landed on his pillow with a muffled thump. „Go camping, young man. And if you end up getting a stomachache from eating hot dogs all weekend, don’t come complaining to me.“

Chicago

Friday, March 16

5 p.m.

Winters slid the faxed pages from the envelope that had been waiting at Mailboxes USA, well pleased with Randy Livermore. He’d keep that boy in mind if he ever needed a business partner. Livermore had been fast, complete and discreet.

Winters now had a list, complete with addresses and phone numbers, of women who’d gone through Hanover House seven years ago, and who were, according to the Department of Motor Vehicles, less than five-five. By Monday he’d have FedEx’d pictures to go with the names. Randy was certainly thorough. For now Winters would hunt blind, scanning names, highlighting in yellow any variation on Mary or Grace. There were dozens. Mary Anne, Mary Beth, Mary Francis…

Winters stopped. A single name jumped off the page.

Surely Mary Grace wouldn’t…

Maybe she didn’t realize it. Maybe it was one of those Freudian things.

Most likely she was just stupid, like he’d known all along.

Winters ran his marker over the name and looked at it another minute more.

Mary Grace never set foot outside North Carolina for the first twenty-three years of her life…

It was possible.

Caroline Stewart.

It was possible.

He took out his map of Chicago. Miss Caroline Stewart didn’t live too far away.

Winters lit up a cigarette and took a deep drag, feeling his pulse leap as he closed in on his prey. Robbie could be just a short ride away. Winters would know by bedtime.

And who knew? Maybe bedtime would take on a more… intimate setting for the first time in seven years.

He looked at the highlighted name once more. Yeah, it was possible.

Chicago

Friday, March 16

6:30 P.M.

Caroline opened the door before Max even knocked. Tom’s acceptance seemed to lift a weight from her shoulders and she looked forward to this evening more than any other so far. „Hi,“ she said, knowing she sounded inane and that her smile was too big and not caring a bit.

Max smiled back. „Hi, yourself.“ He stepped in the apartment and stumbled when the orange cat ran under his cane, but caught himself before he fell. „Whoa. Your visitor is back.“

„Mrs. Polansky and her sister left for Daytona this morning. I’m the only person in the building that’ll feed him.“ She shooed the cat into the kitchen and poured dry cat food in a dish.

Max mentally thanked ol’ Bubba-boy when he came into the kitchen to find Caroline’s rear in prominent view, bending over to feed the cat. She’d changed into a pair of jeans that fit her like a glove, making his mouth water and his fingers itch to grab. He shoved his hands in his pockets. „Mrs. Polansky went to Daytona? What for?“

Caroline looked up, her blue eyes laughing. „It’s Harley weekend.“

Max’s lips twitched. „Don’t tell me those old ladies ride Harley s.“

„They do. It’s true,“ she insisted. „I’ve seen them myself. They didn’t start until after they were fifty-five. Mrs. Polansky says they do it to stay young, but her sister says it’s to pick up men.“

Max snorted. „I believe the sister.“

Caroline grinned. „Me, too.“ She stood up, wiped her palms on her jeans. „I’m ready.“

He looked her up and down, hoping his full admiration showed in his face. „You look beautiful.“

Three, two, one. Her cheeks bloomed pink. „Thank you.“

Max dropped a quick kiss on her lips. Simple acceptance of his praise. They continued to make progress. „You’re welcome and I’m starving. Call Tom and we’ll all go to my house.“

Caroline slipped her purse on her shoulder. „He’s not here. Remember, he’s gone on that camping trip? He won’t be home till Wednesday or Thursday.“

Max felt every muscle in his body pull taut. „What?“ The word sounded much harsher than he’d intended, but he couldn’t have controlled his voice that moment had his life depended on it.

She looked over her shoulder, surprise on her face. „He’s gone camping with his friends.“ Her brows crinkled uneasily. „What’s wrong, Max?“

He tried to still his shaking hands as he reached out to caress the curve of her jaw. „We’re alone then,“ he said quietly. „Really alone.“

Understanding lit her eyes and with it a charming shyness. „I suppose so.“

He tilted up her face and took possession of her lips, his kiss long and earthy and full of the promise of what the night held in store.

„Oh, my,“ she whispered.

He softly touched her lower lip, now puffed and pouty. „Oh my, oh my,“ he teased, wringing a shy smile from her trembling lips. „Don’t forget to put out the cat.“

She stood there, looking deep into his eyes as if making a decision of monumental importance. „I’d better put his dish outside,“ she murmured. „In case I get home late and he gets hungry.“

Max opened the door for her. Or early, as the case might be. „Then we’re off.“

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Sy Adelman was in his usual place, sitting on the step. He gave Max a curious glance before greeting Caroline with a smile. „Good night, Caroline.“

„Good night, Mr. Adelman,“ she returned with a smile of her own.

The old man caught Max’s eye. „Have a good time. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.“

Caroline laughed. „What wouldn’t you do, Sy?“

Mr. Adelman chuckled. „Not a whole hell of a lot.“

Caroline patted his balding head. „You’re a bad old man, Sy.“

„I knew. Keeps me young.“

The door closed behind them and the two walked out to a silver Mercedes parked on the curb. Winters frowned, keeping well into the shadows behind the stairwell. He’d slipped in the back of the apartment house through a utility door and had been waiting for the old man to leave so he could get up to Apartment 3A. Instead, the woman in 3A had come out on her own, hand in hand with an extraordinarily tall man, taller than he himself. But lame. A gimp with a cane.

The woman was Mary Grace. He was sure of it.

A little older. Hair dyed brown.

And no limp.

Winters clenched his jaw. She’d deceived him. She wasn’t crippled at all.

That’s why they’d found her walker in the car. She hadn’t really needed it. She’d never been lame. A slow rage began to burn. She’d lied to him. Every nurse and doctor in the hospital had lied to him. They all pretended she was hurt. Poor, poor little Mary Grace. She’d been normal the whole time. She’d lied.

And she ‘d stolen his son.

The tall man with the cane opened the car door for her and she got in, laughing at something he said. She had a sugar daddy. Mary Grace was kept. A whore. No better than that slut Angie. The rage burned higher. His hands clenched into fists. Mary Grace and that man were probably going off to do it right now. When he got through with her, she’d rue the day she’d laid eyes on that man. When he was done, she’d rue the day she’d ever been born.