Superposition (36 page)

“I know,” Elena said. “But the whole thing was so unexpected to begin with. I still dream of the varcolac and that empty face with no eyes. I know you say it won't be back, but you can't possibly be as certain of that as you try to appear around me.”

“I don't believe it can get back on its own,” I said. “And Brian and Jean's research has been destroyed. But the fact that it's possible means that, yes, some other quantum researcher at some other time could unwittingly open that door again.” I squeezed her hand. “In the meantime, we have four beautiful and healthy children.”

“Not quite healthy,” Elena said.

“Getting healthier all the time.” I laughed. “And there are four of them! Who would ever have thought it.”

This coaxed a smile from her. “They are perfect together, aren't they? Did you see how they ran Marek in circles?”

Our laughter was cut short by the ringing of the phone. It was past ten o'clock. I could see Elena stiffen again. She looked at the screen. “It's Terry Sheppard,” she said, the worry back in her voice.

I frowned and took the call. “Hey, Terry,” I said. “What's going on?”

“Jacob, I have someone here who wants to talk to you,” Terry said.

There was a rustle as the phone changed hands.

“Mr. Kelley?”

I didn't recognize the voice. “Yes? Who is this?”

“My name is Anna Majors.”

“I'm sorry, do I know you?”

“I was juror number six.”

Elena must have seen the look on my face, because she gave me a concerned look and mouthed, “Who is it?”

“Hello?” said the voice on the phone.

“Yes, I'm still here,” I said. “What can I do for you, Ms. Majors?”

“I've been watching the news. I saw how that woman, Jean Massey, was convicted of Mr. Vanderhall's murder.”

“Yes,” I said warily. “Ma'am, I can assure you that the verdict was the right one.” I had been a significant witness in the case, of course, and Jean's conviction finally closed the door on that whole affair. If I never walked into a Philadelphia courthouse again in my life, I would die a happy man.

“I don't doubt the verdict,” Anna Majors said. “I just thought you might like to know
our
verdict, the one we were never allowed to read. We found you not guilty.”

“Seriously? I thought for sure . . .”

“Yes, I'm serious. At the time, I thought you might very well have committed the murder—I apologize—but as a group, we felt that the story and evidence just wasn't clear enough to prove it. Not everyone agreed, at first, and it took a lot of argument, but that's what we all came to. Now, since they've caught the real murderer, I know you didn't do it, and I'm glad we came to that conclusion, even though it didn't count for anything. Anyway, I thought you might like to know.”

I knew I was grinning, and Elena was giving me more and more curious looks. “Thank you very much, Ms. Majors. I do very much appreciate that you called. It's very good to know.”

I clicked off. “What was that?” Elena asked.

I explained what Anna Majors had said, unable to keep from smiling. It didn't really matter in any practical way, but somehow knowing that, even with the limited information they had, a group of my peers had found me innocent gave me a great sense of peace. “It's the perfect ending to a perfect day,” I said.

Elena grinned slyly at me. The tension was gone from her body. She crossed her arms in front of her and gently took a hold of the bottom of her T-shirt, twitching the ends up slightly. “Really?” she said. “The perfect ending?”

My smile grew even bigger. “Maybe not quite perfect yet,” I said.

Then we stopped talking for a while.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

A great thanks to Eleanor Wood for loving this book and finding it a home. To Lou Anders, for making me so much a part of its production, and all the great people at Pyr and Prometheus for their enthusiasm and loving attention to this story. To the many people who read early drafts and pointed out its flaws: Mike Shultz, David Cantine, Chad and Jill Wilson, Mike Yeager, Roger Savage, Joe Reed, and Bob Walton. And to Karen, Ruth, Miriam, Naomi, Caleb, Lydia, Magdalen, and Silas, for making my life a delight.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

David Walton is the father of seven children, none of whom sprang into being via quan­tum superposition. He lives a double life as a Lockheed Martin engineer with a top secret government security clearance, which means he's not allowed to tell you about the Higgs projector he's developing. (Don't worry, he's very careful.) He's also the author of the Quintessence trilogy and the award-winning novel Terminal Mind. He would love to hear from you at
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