Harbour Falls (10 page)

“Do you know what he did with those pictures?” I asked Jimmy.

“Don’t know what that old perv did with his, but he did give
me
one.”

It was looking like my hundred bucks was about to pay off after all. “You still have it?”

“Yeah, somewhere, I think. I’ll have to look for it, but I could call you if I find it.”

“That’ll work,” I said, writing my cell number on the back of a coaster.

Jimmy picked up the coaster, but as I got up to leave, he stopped me. “Oh wait. I remember one more thing about that night. It was somethin’ I overheard Chelsea sayin’ to her buddy.”

“What was that?”

“Right as Chelsea leans in to lay one on her friend, the girl starts pulling away…suddenly acting all uptight and shit.” Jimmy took out another cigarette. “Then I hear Chelsea whisper something to her, like ‘just go with it, nobody knows who you are here,’ and ‘it’s not like we haven’t done this before.’”

I blinked a couple of times, stunned, and stared blankly at Jimmy.

“That’s it,” he said, lighting his cigarette.

“Uh, OK, thanks,” I said hastily.

I practically ran for the exit. I needed some air, and I needed it fast. Chelsea had obviously been
way
more out of control than I’d ever dreamed.
Poor Adam
. She’d been messing around with J.T. for a long time, their presence at Billy’s confirming it. So that moved J.T., and probably Jennifer if she’d known, further up my suspect list.

But had Chelsea also been cheating on Adam with a
woman
? It was more important than ever to find out the identity of the blonde. I hoped Jimmy would truly search for the picture. Maybe he’d put some extra effort into it, thinking he’d make another quick hundred.

How could Adam not have known about Chelsea’s many extracurricular activities? Surely he had to have heard the rumors. Why on earth had he still been planning on marrying such an unfaithful bitch? There was really only one explanation: Chelsea
must
have had something on him. And what she had on Adam must have been huge. Like,
life-ruining
huge. But what could it have been? The police had turned up nothing unsavory in Adam’s past. But Chelsea obviously knew something more than they did.

But the question that haunted me the entire drive back to Cove Beach was this: Was this secret devastating enough for Adam to want to make Chelsea
disappear
?

“Yep, we are,” I confirmed, trying to play it cool.

“Excited?” she pressed.

I shrugged, and Helena sighed exasperatedly. “Come on, Maddy,
Adam Ward
asked you out. On a date. He’s taking you to Boston, for heaven’s sake,” she said, her voice raising an octave following each sentence. “So spill it, girl!”

I was secretly relieved and ecstatic to finally have someone to gush to about just how incredibly excited I actually was. So I squealed out an “I
know
,” as I fully reverting back to a teenage girl level of enthusiasm.

Helena either had an Oscar in her future, or else she was genuinely thrilled for me, because she grabbed my wrist and squeezed. “Do you realize how momentous this is? Adam never asks anyone out. Like
never
.”

Well, this was surprising news. “Really?” I asked, incredulous. “You mean Adam hasn’t dated since…” I hesitated. “Well, since Chelsea? I mean that’s a long time to go with no, er, physical contact.” I was shocked—but kind of pleased—by the possibility that Adam was not out there actively pursuing female companionship.
Well, other than mine, that is.

Helena gave me a measured look. “I didn’t mean
that
exactly. I’d hardly characterize Adam as some kind of a monk. I’m just saying he never
dates
anyone.”

A sick feeling began to form in the pit of my stomach, and jealousy reared its ugly head. The thought of Adam touching some other woman like that just bothered me to no end. Irrational as it was, I felt oddly possessive of Adam. Another sure sign I was falling for the man.
Damn.

Helena’s expression softened once she noticed my dejected demeanor. “Don’t let it bother you. You know Nate was just saying the other day that Adam hasn’t even seen Lindsey for a couple of months. So I think that ship may have sailed.”

“Lindsey? Who’s Lindsey?” I cringed. “If you know her name, it must have been something ongoing, something long-term, right?”

“It’s not as bad as it sounds,” Helena insisted. “Just listen.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m waiting with baited breath.”

Helena ignored my sarcastic tone. “Adam met Lindsey in Boston—”

“Oh great, Boston,” I lamented, while dramatically resting my forehead on the table. “Maybe she can meet us while we’re on our date. How cozy.” I knew I was being ridiculous, but it just
bothered
me.

“Maybe we should talk about something else?” Helena muttered.

“No, no. Go on,” I mumbled into the surface of the table. “I can handle it.”

“Look,” Helena continued, “Adam met Lindsay a while back, but it was never anything serious. It was just a physical thing. And it really sounds like it’s over from what Nate says.”

When I really thought about it, I knew I shouldn’t be worried about this Lindsey-person, hookup, whatever. After all, she was in Boston, and I was here. And Adam hadn’t
dated
her, according to Helena. But he had asked me out on a date.

I appreciated Helena’s candor, and I couldn’t help but wonder how much more she knew about Adam. I lifted my head from the table and sat back. “Can I ask you something, Helena?”

“Sure,” she replied.

I nervously traced the rim of my coffee cup. “It’s about Adam, and if you don’t want to answer, or you don’t know, I’ll understand.”

Helena reached over and stilled my hand. Our eyes met, and she said, “Maddy, just ask. I’ll tell you what I know.”

I took a deep breath. “Was Adam still in love with Chelsea when she disappeared?”

Helena’s lips set in a hard line, and her face grew serious. She answered with a simple, “No.”

Well, if that had been the case…

Curious about the other part of the allegation from the anonymous sources, I asked, “Do you know then if they were still, uh, sleeping together?”

Helena shook her head and barely whispered, “No, Maddy, they weren’t.”

“Then
why
was he going through with the wedding? In fact, why was he even still engaged to her?” I asked, desperately hoping she had the answers.

“I don’t know, Maddy. I really don’t,” she said, looking away.

“But you must have some idea? Was there any indication of trouble? There had to have been something? Anything?” I pressed. “Please, Helena.”

Helena leaned back in her chair and rubbed at her temples. Finally she cleared her throat. “Chelsea knew something about Adam. Something nobody else did…and I think she was leveraging whatever it was against him to get her way.” She hesitated, biting her lower lip. “I don’t know what it was, Maddy. Neither does Nate. But I’m sure it was bad, because I’m absolutely positive Adam did not want to marry that girl.”

“You have no idea what it could have been?”

“None,” Helena whispered, voice cracking and tears welling in the corners of her eyes. “I just wish I’d never introduced them. Some days I feel so guilty. Like all of this could have been avoided. But Chelsea wasn’t that horrible early on. Sure, she could be bitchy, but she was nothing like the person she ended up becoming.” Helena wiped a tear from her cheek.

I wasn’t sure if Helena was crying over Chelsea’s disappearance, guilt over introducing her to Adam, or something else entirely. I placed my hand over hers. “Helena, it’s not your fault. You can’t blame yourself. You had no control over what happened.”

“Yeah, but Chelsea hurt Adam in
so
many ways.” She blinked back more tears and then met my eyes. “Like did you know she had an affair with J.T. O’Brien?”

“Really?” I squeaked, pretending to be unaware. “Did Adam know?”

“He found out right around the time they got engaged.”
This
I had not heard. Helena continued, “Adam was home for spring break, and the four of us went out one night in Harbourtown. We ended up getting wasted and calling a cab. But instead of taking us home, Chelsea directed the driver to take us to some rundown bar down by the river.”

Billy’s,
I thought.

“J.T. was already there. Just sitting at the bar, all by himself. But he kept glancing over and giving us these weird looks. It was actually kind of creepy. Anyway, at some point, Chelsea said she had to go to the bathroom. About ten minutes passed, and Nate had to go too. Adam asked him to find out what was taking Chelsea so long to return.” Helena stopped long enough to take a drink from her cup, and then she took a deep breath. “Well, Nate found out what was taking her so long when he walked into the men’s room, because there was Chelsea. Down on her knees in front of J.T.”

“Oh God, no,” I gasped.

“It’s true.” Helena paused, as if even in retelling the story she still couldn’t believe it had happened. “Nate threw J.T. up against the wall outside the bathroom, and, get this, Chelsea started screaming at Nate to leave
J.T.
alone. Adam and I witnessed the whole exchange when we ran over to see what all the commotion was about. Then, worse yet, Chelsea had the nerve to ask Adam to make Nate stop. She kept saying it was all a big misunderstanding.”

“Oh, Helena,” I said, shaking my head. Though it may have been foolish, my heart ached for Adam. Nobody deserved to be treated like that. “What did Adam do?”

She sighed. “He just turned and walked away, disgusted. He knew then, Maddy. Everything he’d ever suspected, rumors he may have heard, everything. In that instant, he knew it was
all
true.”

“That’s terrible,” I mumbled.

Helena raised an eyebrow. “You think that’s bad? It got crazier two days later.”

“Why? What happened?”

“Chelsea calls to inform me she and Adam had just gotten
engaged
.”

“What?” I said. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Tell me about it.” Helena shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. But think of it this way: If someone knew something about you, like, maybe it’s something nobody else in the whole world knows. Maybe it’s too dangerous to reveal.” I was mesmerized as Helena continued, “If that person who knows your secret threatened to expose it, would
you
have a choice? Other than to go along with whatever that individual wanted?”

“I guess not,” I said, shaking my head. What
was
this secret?

“There’s one more thing.” Helena leaned in close to the table. “Nate confronted Adam a few days after the official engagement announcement.”

“What did he say?” I asked.

“Nate asked him outright if Chelsea was blackmailing him, because there was no other possible explanation. Not after what went down at that bar with her and J.T. O’Brien.” Helena made a face of disgust.

“Did he have an explanation?” I leaned in close to the table as well.

“He didn’t deny it, but Nate told me it was the one and only time he ever feared Adam.” Helena met my eyes.

“Why?” I was on the edge of my seat. Literally.

“He said Adam was defensive, not like himself at all. He insisted Nate drop it. But it was the
way
Adam said it that bothered Nate. He told me he knew then that whatever it was Chelsea was holding over Adam, it was probably going to end badly.”

I swallowed hard. “You don’t think Adam—”

“Of course not,” she cut in.

I didn’t want to entertain the possibility of Adam playing a role in the disappearance either, so I changed direction. “Well, do you think Chelsea was still seeing J.T.? I mean, after that night?” I thought about how Jimmy had said she started bringing J.T. back to Billy’s. Even after he was married to Jennifer, after Chelsea and Adam were engaged.