The rev fixed him with a stern gaze. "I"ve seen the way you"ve been looking at my daughter. And I"ve seen the way she"s been looking back at you. But I want you to steer clear of her until you"ve removed yourself from this evil. Right now you"re at a dangerous crossroads. I want to see which path you choose before you involve yourself with Sharleen. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes." Stung, Charlie backed away. "Very."
Reverend Sparks thought he was a danger to his daughter. He"d have to prove himself worthy. Okay. He"d do that. Today.
8.
"I still don"t believe you did it," Jack said.
Gia sipped her green tea and tried to read his expression: Shock? Dismay? Anger? Fear? Maybe a mixture of all.
"I"m fine, Jack. Besides, it wasn"t as if I had much choice."
"Of course you had a choice." He"d settled down from his original outburst and now wandered her kitchen, circling the breakfast table with his hands jammed into his jeans pockets. A barely touched beer sat on the table, condensation pooling around its base. "You could have said to yourself, "Going alone to visit the possibly psycho father of a murdered girl and not telling anyone where I"ll be is a dumb idea. Maybe I"ll just skip it.""
"I had to know, Jack. It was going to drive me crazy if I didn"t find out about her."
"You could have told me what you were doing."
"You would have thrown a hissy fit, just like you"re doing now."
"I don"t throw hissy fits. I would have tried to talk you out of it, and if you still insisted I could have gone along as backup."
"Who are you kidding? You"ve become so superprotective since I told you I was pregnant, you"d have probably locked me in a closet and gone yourself."
"Maybe I"m suddenly superprotective because you"re suddenly Repairwoman Jane."
This was getting nowhere. Another sip of her tea-too sweet. She"d overdone the honey.
"Do you want to know what I found out?" she said.
"Yes, I do." He grabbed his beer and quaffed a few inches. "I just wish you hadn"t found out the way you did." He sat on the end of the table. "Tell me. Please."
Gia told him about Joe Portman, about Tara"s mother and brother and what had befallen them since her abduction. She told him about the day of her disappearance, how she"d been wearing the exact same clothes, how she"d left the stable area to go down the block for a pretzel and was never seen again.
"She did that every Thursday?" Jack said.
Gia nodded. "Why? Is that important?"
"Could be. Means she had an established pattern of behavior. That says to me there"s a good chance it wasn"t a random s.n.a.t.c.h. Somebody had been watching her. She"d been marked."
Gia felt a chill. An innocent child, walking the same route every Thursday afternoon, just going for a snack, never realizing she was being stalked. How many pretzel runs had her abductor watched before deciding to pounce?
She rubbed her arms to smooth the gooseflesh. "That"s so creepy."
"Because you"re dealing with creeps. Just like..." His voice drifted off as he frowned.
"What?"
"Just like Bellitto and his buddy. The kid they s.n.a.t.c.hed the other night-"
"Due."
"Right. He had a pattern too, at least according to his mother. Down the block for ice cream every night around the same time. The kid was already in the store when Bellitto and Minkin arrived and parked outside. They knew he was coming out. They were waiting for him."
"Just like someone was waiting for Tara between the stables and the pretzel cart. A pattern of behavior?"
Jack stared at her. "You mean a pattern of behavior in the abductors of looking for victims with a pattern of behavior?"
"You don"t think this Bellitto could be responsible for Tara too, do you?"
"Be a h.e.l.l of a coincidence if he was."
"But-"
"Yeah. I know." Jack"s expression was grim. "No more coincidences."
"I still don"t see how such a thing could be."
"Neither do I. Let"s face it, just because some crazy old lady said it doesn"t mean it"s true." He could still hear the old woman"s Russian-accented voice as he leaned over Kate"s grave. Is not coincidence. No more coincidences for you Is not coincidence. No more coincidences for you. He shook his head, willing the memory away. "What else did you learn?"
Gia snapped her fingers. "Oh, I learned that the sixties tune was really an eighties tune. Tiffany-"
"Right! Tiffany covered "I Think We"re Alone Now"! How could I have missed that? Especially after she was in Playboy Playboy."
"She was? When?"
"Don"t remember. Heard it on the radio or something."
"Well, according to her father Tara sang the song all the time. But you know what really creeped me out? She was a Roger Rabbit fan."
Jack didn"t exactly go white, but his tan abruptly became three shades paler.
"Jeez."
"What"s wrong?"
He told her about the locked display cabinet in Eli Bellitto"s shop, how it was filled with kids" knickknacks that he wouldn"t part with at any price, and how one of them was a Roger Rabbit key ring.
Gia"s skin crawled. "Do you have it with you?"
"No. It"s back home. Let"s not go jumping to too many conclusions here. Probably sold a million or two Roger Rabbit key rings back in the eighties."
"You could take it to the police and-"
He blinked. "The who?"
"Sorry." What was she thinking? This was Jack. Jack and police didn"t mix.
He said, "I wish I had a way to connect Tara and the key ring... so I could know for sure. Right now I can only suspect Bellitto."
"Why not take it to the house. See if she reacts."
Jack stared at her. "What a great idea! Why didn"t I think of that?"
"Because you"re merely Repairman Jack. Only Repairwoman Jane could come up with that."
"Touche," he said with a smile and toasted her with his beer. "You think she"ll respond?"
"Only one way to find out. When do we bring it over?"
""We"?" He rose, shaking his head. ""We" are not going back to that house. Oh, no. One half of "we" stays here while this half goes alone and returns with a vivid eyewitness account of whatever happens."
Gia had expected this. "Not fair. It was my idea."
"We"ve been over this already, Gi. We don"t know this thing"s agenda."
"That "thing" is a little girl, Jack."
"A dead dead little girl." little girl."
"But she appeared to me. Not you, not Lyle, not Charlie. Me. That"s got to mean something."
"Exactly. But we don"t know what. And that"s why you shouldn"t get within miles of that place. It"s got an unhealthy pedigree, even stranger and weirder than what"s in Lyle"s Menelaus Manor brochure."
Worse than the part about the mutilated child? Gia didn"t think that was possible.
"What? That real estate agent told you something, didn"t he."
"He told me lots of things, and I"ll tell you later, but right now we have to agree that you"re staying away from that place."
"But I"m the one she contacted."
"Right. She sent a message and you received it. Now we"re going to dig up what might be her grave. If we find her, and she can be linked to Bellitto, you"ll have done plenty. You"ve pointed the way."
"But what if there aren"t any clues?"
"Well, then at least she gets a proper burial. And maybe that"s what her father will need to kick start his life back into motion."
Gia wasn"t concerned with Joe Portman right now. It was Tara who consumed her. Her need was like a noose around Gia"s neck, drawing her toward Menelaus Manor. If she didn"t yield to it she felt sure it would strangle her.
"She wrote "Mother," Jack. I don"t think she meant her own mother-Dorothy Portman is brain dead. I think she meant me. It may be twenty-some years since Tara was born, but she"s still a child. She"s still nine years old and she"s frightened. She needs a mother. That"s a comfort I can provide."
"How do you comfort a ghost?" Jack said. He slipped his arms around her and pulled her close. She caught the lingering scent of his soap, felt the afternoon stipple of whiskers on his cheeks. "I guess if anyone could, you"d be the one. But tell me: If Vicky were here instead of away at camp, would you be so anxious to go back to that house?"
What was he saying? That this need she felt burning through her veins was simply displaced yearning for her own child? She had to admit it wasn"t such a far-fetched notion, but she sensed that the longing within her went beyond that.
"Maybe, maybe not, but-"
"One more question: If Vicky were here, would you take her along?"
That caught her off guard. Her reaction was immediate: Of course not. But she didn"t want to voice it.
"That"s not the point. Vicky"s not here, so-"
Jack tightened his hug. "Gia? Would you?"
She hesitated, then, "All right, no."
"Why not?"
"I"m not sure."
"I am. Because it"s an unstable situation, and you wouldn"t want to expose Vicky to an unpredictable outcome. Right?"
Gia nodded against his shoulder. "Right."
"Then why expose your second child to that same unstable situation?"
She sighed. Trapped by una.s.sailable logic.
"Please, Gia" He backed away to arm"s length. "Stay away. Give me a couple of days to help Lyle find her bones. Then maybe the circ.u.mstances won"t be so unstable or unpredictable and we can rea.s.sess the whole situation."
"Oh, all right," she said. She didn"t like it but she"d been backed into a corner. "I suppose a couple of days won"t matter."
"Great." He let out a whooshing breath. "That"s a relief."
"For you maybe. How about me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, if that house is potentially dangerous for me, what about for you?"
Jack smiled. "Did you forget? Danger is my business."
"I"m serious, Jack."
"Okay. I"ll check in regularly."
"Leave your phone on in case I need to get in touch."