Blood Silence (45 page)

“Meredith,” Mac started, shaking his head, “not today. You don’t have …”

“No, I do. I do. It’s why I drove over here.” She reached for his hand and held it in both of hers and looked him in the eye. “I just wanted to say thank you and say how sorry I am, for everything.”

“I know.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I know. I’ve just not been of a mind to let you,” Mac answered as he pulled his hand away. He needed space and stepped back away from his father’s grave. He changed topics. “So are you back at the law firm yet?”

“I quit.”

“You quit?” He was surprised. “Why? You were completely exonerated. They should welcome you back with open arms. You’re a damn good lawyer.”

“Thanks.” She shook her head and sighed. “But, given what’s happened, I just didn’t want to go back and deal with it. The work wasn’t fulfilling, the environment was toxic, and I was always Frederick’s wife around there, and I always would be. When I thought about it, I just couldn’t do it. Besides, I have something else now.”

“What?”

“About two years ago, I took a pro bono case for a friend who worked with Child Services in Hennepin County. I met this little boy named Ezekiel who’d been abused so badly and … I don’t know, something about him made me want to help him. Then I helped another child, and then another, and then I started working with the Prevent Child Abuse Network, and I loved the work. It made me feel—”

“Good,” Mac offered.

She nodded. “Yeah. I felt like I was doing something that mattered for a change. It helped me kind of understand the decision that you made to be a cop. I was doing work that made a difference in someone’s life, not a corporation’s balance sheet. It helped me start to understand the mistakes I’d made. That work made me realize I’d been chasing all the wrong things for all the wrong reasons. When the charges were dropped, one of the first calls I got was from the executive director at the Network, and she offered me a job. She said, ‘Meredith dear, you’ll probably get a big life insurance pay out now and can afford to work for us.”’

Mac laughed. He shouldn’t have—it wasn’t the right place or time, but he laughed nonetheless. Meredith did as well.

“But like you, Mac, I do now have some financial security that allows me to pursue something that makes me happy. This is what I want to do.”

Mac nodded his approval. “It’s a second chance, Meredith. Run with it.”

“Yeah, I’m going to try,” she replied and then finally asked the question he’d been expecting. “Mac, do you think you’ll ever be able to forgive me?”

Mac turned back and peered down at his father’s gravestone.

Simon McRyan was one to often impart lessons on his son.

Was he doing it now?

His father was a homicide detective and often spoke of people making mistakes—horrific, life-ruining mistakes. Yet his father would say, no matter how bad the mistake, almost no matter what you did, there was always the chance at redemption. It could take many forms and mean many things, but there was almost always the chance for forgiveness of some kind. It was why the inscription on his grave stone read as it did, from Matthew 6:14-15:
For if you forgive men when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive men their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.

Mac couldn’t help but wonder if the old man wasn’t speaking to him from the grave. If his father could talk of redemption and forgiveness for the horrifyingly dreadful acts he saw as a cop, it seemed small for Mac not to be willing to forgive this.

It was time to move on.

“Meredith, Sally said she wanted us to bury the past as we look to our future.” He smiled down at his father’s grave. “This seems like as good a place to bury the past as any.”

“Yeah,” she replied, nodding, “I suppose it is.”

They stood for a few minutes, letting the sun peeking through the early-afternoon clouds warm them. They were not talking, just getting comfortable with the moment, with the thaw in their relationship, such that it was.

“Let’s go,” Mac finally suggested, and the two of them walked back to their cars in silence. When they reached the cars, they separated. Before getting into her Mercedes, Meredith stopped and looked back. “Mac?”

“Yeah.”

“You were the last person I ever thought would be there for me—the last person I could have ever expected to come through for me. Yet there you were.”

Mac shrugged. “What can I say? I didn’t have anything better to do.”

“Yeah, right,” Meredith replied with a shake of her head but a small, thankful smile on her face. “Thanks, Mac. Thanks for everything.”

Mac finally accepted her gratitude. “Meredith, you’re welcome.”

McRyan Mystery Series:

First Case – Murder Alley

The St. Paul Conspiracy

Deadly Stillwater

Electing To Murder

Fatally Bound

Blood Silence

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