Just One Look (Page 38)
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“Mommy!”
It was Max.
“Mommy, come quick!”
Grace hurried up the stairs.
“What is it, honey?”
Max sat in his bed and pointed to his foot. “My toe is growing too fast.”
“Your toe?”
“Look.”
She moved next to him and sat down.
“See?”
“See what, honey?”
“My second toe,” he began. “It’s bigger than my big toe. It’s growing too fast.”
Grace smiled. “That’s normal, honey.”
“Huh?”
“Lots of people have a second toe that’s longer than their big one. Your daddy has that.”
“No way.”
“Yup, way. His second toe is longer than the big one on the end.”
That seemed to appease him. Grace felt another pang. “You want to watch The Wiggles?” she asked him.
“That’s a baby show.”
“Let’s see what’s on Playhouse Disney, okay?”
Rolie Polie Olie was on, and Max settled into the couch to watch. He liked to use the cushions as blankets, making a total mess of the place. Grace was beyond caring. She tried the New Hampshire Post again. This time she asked for features.
The man who answered had a voice like old tires on a gravel road. “What’s up?”
“Good morning,” Grace said, too cheerfully, smiling into the phone like a dimwit.
The man made a noise which, loosely translated, said: Get on with it.
“I’m trying to get some information on Bob Dodd.”
“Who is this?”
“I’d rather not say.”
“You’re kidding, right? Look, sweetheart, I’m going to hang up now—”
“Wait a second. I can’t go into details, but if it turns into a major scoop—”
“Major scoop? Did you just say major scoop?”
“Yes.”
The man started cackling. “And what, you think I’m like Pavlov’s dog or something. Say major scoop and I’ll salivate.”
“I just need to know about Bob Dodd.”
“Why?”
“Because my husband is missing and I think it might have something to do with his murder.”
That made him pause. “You’re kidding me, right?”
“No,” Grace said. “Look, I just need to find someone who knew Bob Dodd.”
The voice was softer now. “I knew him.”
“Did you know him well?”
“Well enough. What do you want?”
“Do you know what he was working on?”
“Look, lady, do you have information on Bob’s murder? Because if you do, forget the major scoop crap and tell the police.”
“Nothing like that.”
“Then what?”
“I was going through some old phone bills. My husband talked to Bob Dodd not long before he was murdered.”
“And your husband is?”
“I’m not going to tell you that. It’s probably just a coincidence.”
“But you said your husband is missing?”
“Yes.”
“And you’re concerned enough to be following up on this old phone call?”
“I’ve got nothing else,” Grace said.
There was a pause. “You’re going to have to do better than that,” the man said.
“I don’t think I can.”
Silence.
“Ah, what’s the harm? I don’t know anything. Bob didn’t confide in me.”
“Who would he confide in?”
“You can try his wife.”
Grace almost slapped herself in the head. How could she not have thought of something so obvious? Man, she was over her head here. “Do you know how I can locate her?”
“Not sure. I only met her, what, once, maybe twice.”
“What’s her name?”
“Jillian. That’s with a J, I think.”
“Jillian Dodd?”
“I guess.”
She wrote it down.
“There’s another person you might try. Bob’s father, Robert Senior. He must be in his eighties, but I think they were pretty close.”
“Do you have an address for him?”
“Yeah, he’s in some nursing home in Connecticut. We shipped Bob’s stuff there.”
“Stuff?”
“Cleaned out his desk myself. Put the stuff in a cardboard box for him.”
Grace frowned. “And you sent it to his father’s nursing home?”
“Yup.”
“Why not to Jillian, the wife?”
There was a brief pause. “Don’t know actually. I think she freaked after the murder. She was there, you know. Hold on a second, let me find the number of the nursing home. You can ask yourself.”
• • •
Charlaine wanted to sit next to the hospital bed.
You always see that in movies and on TV—doting wives sitting bedside, holding the hand of their beloved—but in this room there was no chair made for that. The one chair in the room was too low to the ground, the sort of thing that opened up into a sleeper, and yes, that might come in handy later, but now, right now, Charlaine just wanted to sit and hold her husband’s hand.
She stood instead. Every once in a while she sat on the bed’s edge, but she feared that might disturb Mike. So she’d stand again. And maybe that was good. Maybe that felt a little like penance.
The door behind her opened. Her back was to it. She did not bother turning around. A man’s voice, one she hadn’t heard before, said, “How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine.”
“You were lucky.”
She nodded. “I feel like I won the lottery.”
Charlaine reached up and touched the bandage on her forehead. A few stitches and possible slight concussion. That was all she had suffered during the accident. Scrapes, bruises, a few stitches.
“How is your husband?”
She did not bother replying. The bullet had hit Mike in the neck. He still had not regained consciousness, though the doctors had informed her that they believed “the worst was over,” whatever that meant.
“Mr. Sykes is going to live,” the man behind her said. “Because of you. He owes you his life. A few more hours in that tub . . .”
The man—she assumed that he was yet another police officer—let his voice drift off. She finally turned and faced him. Yep, a cop. In uniform nonetheless. The patch on his arm said he was from the Kasselton Police Department.
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