I let him go on.
"I called Beaufort Memorial, but there"d been no twin boys delivered there in the past year. Next I tried the clinics and hit pay dirt. They remembered the mother at . . ." More paper rustling. ". . . Beaufort-Jasper Comprehensive Health Clinic out on Saint Helena. That"s an island."
"I know that, Ryan."
"It"s a rural health clinic, mostly black doctors, mostly black patients. I spoke to one of the OB-GYNS, and, after the usual patient privacy bulls.h.i.t, she admitted she treated a prenatal that fit my description. The woman had come in four months pregnant, carrying twins. Her due date was late November. Heidi Schneider. The doctor said she remembered Heidi because she was white, and because of the twins."
"So she delivered there?"
"No. The other reason the doctor remembered her was because she"d disappeared. The woman kept her appointments through her sixth month, then never went back."
"That"s it?"
"That"s all she"d give up until I faxed her the autopsy photo. I suspect she"ll be seeing that in her sleep for a while. When she phoned back she was more cooperative. Not that the chart info was all that helpful. Heidi wasn"t exactly forthcoming when she filled out the forms. She listed the father as Brian Gilbert, gave a home address in Sugar Land, Texas, and left the boxes for local address and phone number blank."
"What"s in Texas?"
"We"re checkin", ma"am."
"Don"t start, Ryan."
"How schooled are the Beaufort boys in blue?"
"I don"t really know them. Anyway, they wouldn"t have jurisdiction out on Saint Helena. It"s unincorporated, so it"s the sheriff"s turf."
"Well, we"re going to meet him."
"We?"
"I"m flying in on Sunday and I could use a local guide. You know, someone who speaks the language, knows local protocol. I have no idea how you eat grits."
"Can"t do it. Katy"s coming home next week. Besides, Beaufort is perhaps my favorite spot on the planet. If I ever do give you a tour, which I probably won"t, it will not be while you"re taking care of business."
"Or why."
"Why what?"
"Why anyone would eat grits."
"Ask Martha Stewart."
"Think about it."
No need. I had as much intention of meeting Ryan in Beaufort as I did of registering myself as an available single person in the People Meeting People section of my local paper.
"What about the two charred bodies upstairs?" Back to St-Jovite.
"We"re still working on it."
"Has Anna Goyette turned up?"
"No idea."
"Any developments on Claudel"s homicide?"
"Which one?"
"The scalded pregnant girl."
"Not that I"m aware of."
"You"ve been a fountain of information. Let me know what you find in Texas."
I hung up and got myself a Diet c.o.ke. I didn"t know at that point, but it was going to be a phone-intensive day.
All afternoon I worked on a paper I planned to present at the American a.s.sociation of Physical Anthropology meetings in early April. I felt the usual stress from having left too much until the last minute.
At three-thirty, as I was sorting photos of CAT scans, the phone rang again.
"You ought to get out more."
"Some of us work, Ryan."
"The address in Texas is the Schneider home. According to the parents, who, by the way, aren"t ever going to win Final Jeopardy, Heidi and Brian showed up sometime in August and stayed until the babies were born. Heidi refused prenatal care and delivered at home with a midwife. Easy birth. No problems. Happy grandparents. Then a man visited the couple in early December, and a week later an old lady drove up in a van and they split."
"Where did they go?"
"The parents have no idea. There was no contact after that."
"Who was the man?"
"No clue, but they say this guy scared the c.r.a.p out of Heidi and Brian. After he left they hid the babies and refused to go out of the house until the old lady got there. Papa Schneider didn"t like him much either."
"Why?"
"Didn"t like his looks. Said he brought to mind a . . . Let me get this exactly." I could picture Ryan flipping pages in his notebook. ". . . "G.o.ddam skunk." Kinda poetic, don"t you think?"
"Dad"s a regular Yeats. Anything else?"
"Talking to these folks is like talking to my parakeet, but there was one other thing."
"You have a bird?"
"Mama said Heidi and Brian had been members of some sort of group. That they"d all been living together. Ready for this?"
"I just swallowed four Valium. Hit me."
"In Beaufort, South Carolina."
"That fits."
"Like O.J."s Bruno Maglis."
"What else did they say?"
"Nothing useful."
"What about Brian Gilbert?"
"He and Heidi met at college two years ago, both dropped out shortly after that. Mama Schneider thought he came from Ohio. She said he talked funny. We"re checking it out. "
"Did you tell them?"
"Yes."
For a moment neither of us spoke. Breaking the news of a murder is the worst part of a detective"s job, the one they all dread the most.
"I still could use you in Beaufort."
"I still am not coming. This is detective work, not forensics."
"Knowing the hood speeds the process."
"I"m not sure Beaufort has hoods."
Ten minutes later the phone rang again.
"Bonjour, Temperance. Comment ca va? Comment ca va?"
LaManche. Ryan had wasted no time, and had argued his case well. Could I possibly help Detective Lieutenant Ryan on the matter in Beaufort? This was a particularly sensitive investigation, and the media were becoming restive. I could bill my time and my expenses would be covered.
The message light came on as we were speaking, indicating I"d missed a call. I promised LaManche I"d see what I could work out, and hung up.
The message was from Katy. Her plans for next week had recrystallized. She"d still come home for the weekend, but then wanted to join friends on Hilton Head Island.
As I sat back to organize, my eyes drifted to the computer screen with its unfinished paper. Katy and I could could go to Beaufort for the weekend, and I go to Beaufort for the weekend, and I could could work on it there. Then she"d move on to Hilton Head and I"d stay to help Ryan. LaManche would be happy. Ryan would be happy. And G.o.d knew I could use the extra income. work on it there. Then she"d move on to Hilton Head and I"d stay to help Ryan. LaManche would be happy. Ryan would be happy. And G.o.d knew I could use the extra income.
I also had reasons for not going.
Since Ryan"s call an image of Malachy had been floating through my mind. I saw his half-open eyes and mangled chest, his tiny fingers curled in death. I thought of his dead sibling and his dead parents and his grieving grandparents. Thinking about that case plunged me into melancholy, and I wanted to get away from it for a while.
I checked my course syllabi for the next week. I had a film scheduled for Thursday in the human evolution course. I could switch that. Don Johanson would be just as enlightening on Tuesday.
A bone quiz in the osteology course, then open lab. I made a quick call. No problem. Alex would proctor if I organized everything for her.
I checked my agenda book. No more committee meetings this month. After tomorrow, no student appointments until late the following week. How could there be? I was sure I"d seen every student in the university yesterday.
It could work.
And the real truth was I had a duty to help if I could. No matter how small the contribution. I couldn"t bring color back to Malachy"s cheeks, or close the terrible wound in his chest. And I couldn"t erase the older Schneiders" pain, or give them back their child and grandchildren. But I just might be able to help rein in the psychopathic mutant who had killed them. And maybe save a future Malachy.
If you"re going to do this kind of work, Brennan, just do it.
I phoned Ryan and told him he could have me Monday and Tuesday. I"d let him know where I would stay.
I had another idea, so I made a second call, then dialed Katy. I explained my plan, and she was all for it. She"d meet me at home on Friday and we"d go down in my car.
"Go to the health clinic right now and get a TB test," I told her. "Subdermal, not just the scratch thing. Then have it read on Friday before you leave."
"Why?"
"Because I have a great idea for your project, and that"s a prerequisite. And while you"re at the clinic get a photocopy of your immunization record."
"My what?"
"A record of all your shots. You had to put it on file to register at the university. And bring everything the professor handed out for the field project a.s.signment."
"Why?"
"You"ll see."
15.
THURSDAY Pa.s.sED IN A BLUR OF TEACHING AND STUDENT ADVISING. After dinner I called to ask Pete to check on Birdie over the weekend. Harry phoned around ten to say that the seminar had ended. She"d been singled out to meet the professor, and would be dining at his home on Friday. She wanted to use the condo through the weekend.
I told her to stay as long as she wanted. I didn"t ask where she"d been all week, or why she hadn"t phoned. I"d called several times and never gotten an answer, including twice after midnight. I didn"t point that out, either.
"You"re meeting Ryan in the Land of Cotton next week?" she asked.
"It looks that way." I felt my molars reach for each other. How did she know that?
"Should be fun."
"It"s strictly work, Harry."
"Right. He"s still cute as a bean bug."
"His ancestors were bred to root truffles."
"What?"
"Never mind."