"I need to talk. I-"
"Yes, of course. Please, come in." I stood back and held out a hand. "Let me take your pack."
She stepped inside, slipped off the backpack, and dropped it to the floor, her eyes never leaving my face.
"I know this is a terrible imposition, and I-"
"Kathryn, don"t be silly. I"m glad to see you. I was just so surprised my brain locked up for a second."
Her lips parted but no words came out.
"Would you like something to eat?"
The answer was in her face.
I put my arm around her and took her to the kitchen table. She complied meekly. I stacked the photos and report to the side and sat her down.
As I toasted a bagel, spread it with cream cheese, and poured orange juice, I stole glances at my visitor. Kathryn stared at the tabletop, her hands smoothing nonexistent wrinkles from the mat I"d placed in front of her. Her fingers arranged and rearranged the fringe, straightening each clump and laying it parallel to the next.
My stomach was tied in a granny knot. How had she gotten here? Had she run away? Where was Carlie? I held my questions while she ate.
When Kathryn had finished and declined seconds, I cleared the dishes and rejoined her at the table.
"So. How did you find me?" I patted her hand and smiled encouragingly.
"You gave me your card." She dug it from her pocket and laid it on the table. Then her fingers went back to the place mat. "I called the number in Beaufort a couple of times, but you were never there. Finally some guy answered and said you"d gone back to Charlotte."
"That was Sam Rayburn. I was staying on his boat."
"Anyway, I decided to leave Beaufort." She raised her eyes to mine, then quickly dropped them. "I hitched up here and went to the university, but it took longer than I"d figured. When I got to campus you were gone. I crashed with someone, then this morning she dropped me here on her way to work."
"How did you know where I live?"
"She looked you up in some kind of book."
"I see." I was sure my home address was not listed in the faculty directory. "Well, I"m glad you"re here."
Kathryn nodded. She looked exhausted. Her eyes were red and a dark crescent underscored each lower lid.
"I would have returned your calls but you left no number. When Detective Ryan and I visited the compound on Tuesday we didn"t see you."
"I was there, but . . . "Her voice faded out.
I waited.
Birdie appeared in the doorway then withdrew, deflected by the tension. The clock chimed the half-hour. Kathryn"s fingers worked the fringe.
Finally, I could take it no longer.
"Kathryn, where"s Carlie?" I placed my hand on hers.
She raised her eyes to mine. They looked flat and empty.
"They"re taking care of him." Her voice was small, like a child answering an accusation.
"Who is?"
She pulled her hand free, rested her elbows on the table, and rubbed small circles on each of her temples. Her eyes were back on the place mat.
"Is Carlie on Saint Helena?"
Another nod.
"Did you want to leave him there?"
She shook her head and her hands slid upward so the palms pressed against her temples.
"Is the baby all right?"
"He"s my baby! Mine!"
The vehemence took me by surprise.
"I can take care of him." When she raised her head a tear glistened on each cheek. Her eyes bored into mine.
"Who says you can"t?"
"I"m his mother." Her voice trembled. With what? Exhaustion? Fear? Resentment?
"Who is taking care of Carlie?"
"But what if I"m wrong? What if it"s all true?" Her gaze went back to the tabletop.
"What if what what is true?" is true?"
"I love my baby. I want the best for him."
Kathryn"s answers were unrelated to my questions. She was probing her own dark places, reworking a familiar discourse with herself. Only this time it was in my kitchen.
"Of course you do."
"I don"t want my baby to die." Her fingers trembled as they caressed the ta.s.sels on the mat. It was the same movement I"d seen her use to stroke Carlie"s head.
"Is Carlie sick?" I asked, alarmed.
"No. He"s perfect." The words were almost inaudible. A tear dropped to the mat.
I looked at the small, dark spot, feeling completely inept.
"Kathryn, I don"t know how to help you. You have to tell me what"s going on."
The phone rang, but I ignored it. From the other room I heard a click, my message, then a beep followed by a tinny voice. More clicks, then silence.
Kathryn didn"t move. She seemed paralyzed by the thoughts that tortured her. Across the silence I felt her pain, and waited.
Seven spots darkened the blue linen. Ten. Thirteen.
After what seemed an eternity Kathryn raised her head. She wiped each cheek and brushed back her hair, then intertwined her fingers and placed her hands carefully in the center of the mat. She cleared her throat twice.
"I don"t know what it"s like to live a normal life." She gave a self-deprecating smile. "Until this year I didn"t know that I wasn"t."
She dropped her eyes.
"I guess it had to do with having Carlie. I never doubted anything before he was born. It never occurred to me to ask questions. I was home-schooled so what I knew-" Again the smile. "What I know of the world is limited." She thought for a moment. "What I know of the world is what they want me to know."
"They?"
She clutched her hands so tightly the knuckles grew white.
"We"re never supposed to talk about group matters." She swallowed. "They"re my family. They"ve been my world since I was eight years old. He"s been my father and counselor and teacher and-"
"Dom Owens?"
Her eyes flew to mine. "He"s a brilliant man. He knows all about health and reproduction and evolution and pollution and how to keep the spiritual and biological and cosmic forces in balance. He sees and understands things the rest of us don"t have a clue about. It"s not Dom. I trust Dom. He would never hurt Carlie. He does what he does to protect us. He"s watching out for us. I"m just not sure-"
She closed her eyes and tipped her face upward. A small vessel throbbed in the side of her neck. Her larynx rose and fell, then she took a deep breath, lowered her chin, and looked directly into my eyes.
"That girl. The one you were looking for. She was there."
I had to strain to hear her.
"Heidi Schneider?"
"I never knew her last name."
"Tell me what you remember about her."
"Heidi joined somewhere else. Texas, I think. She lived on Saint Helena for about two years. She was older than me, but I liked her. She was always willing to talk or to help me out. She was funny." She paused. "Heidi was supposed to procreate with Jason-"
"What?" I thought I"d heard incorrectly.
"Her procreation partner was Jason. But she was in love with Brian, the guy she was with when she joined. He"s the one in your snapshot."
"Brian Gilbert." My mouth felt dry.
"Anyway, she and Brian used to sneak off to be together." Her eyes went to a point somewhere in the distance. "When Heidi got pregnant she was terrified because the baby wouldn"t be sanctified. She tried to hide it, but eventually they found out."
"Owens?"
Her eyes refocused on mine and I could see real fear.
"It doesn"t matter. It affects everyone."
"What does?"
"The order." She rubbed her palms on the mat then reclasped her hands. "Some things I can"t talk about. Do you want to hear this?" She looked at me and I could see that her eyes were starting to water again.
"Go on."
"One day Heidi and Brian didn"t show up for morning meeting. They were gone."
"Where?"
"I don"t know."
"Do you think Owens sent someone to find them?"
Her eyes slid to the window, and she bit down on her lower lip.
"There"s more. One night last fall Carlie woke up fussy, so I went downstairs to get him milk. I heard movement in the office, then a woman speaking, real quiet like she didn"t want anyone to hear. She must have been on the phone."
"Did you recognize her voice?"
"Yes. It was one of the women who worked in the office."
"What did she say?"
"She was telling someone that someone else was O.K. I didn"t hang around to hear more."
"Go on."
"About three weeks ago the same thing happened, only this time I overheard people arguing. They were really angry, but the door was closed, so I couldn"t make out their words. It was Dom and this same woman."
She wiped a tear from her cheek with the back of her hand. She still did not look at me.
"The next day she was gone and I never saw her again. She and another woman. They just disappeared."
"Don"t people come and go from the group?"
Her eyes locked on to mine.
"She worked in the office. I think she was the one taking the calls you were asking about." I could see her chest rise and fall as she fought back the tears. "She was Heidi"s best friend."
I felt the knot tighten in my stomach. "Was her name Jennifer?"
Kathryn nodded.
I took a deep breath. Stay calm for Kathryn"s sake.