The next morning, Bell asked me to come to the sheriff\u2019s office.<\/p>\n
Grant offered to drive me.<\/p>\n
I accepted.<\/p>\n
Lily stayed with him.<\/p>\n
The photograph had been printed on ordinary paper. Bell placed it on the table between us.<\/p>\n
Evan stood near the warehouse loading dock.<\/p>\n
Madison stood several feet away.<\/p>\n
She was younger than in the photograph from the missing-person report, perhaps twelve.<\/p>\n
Between them was a woman I did not recognize.<\/p>\n
She was holding a clipboard.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is she?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re still identifying her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned closer.<\/p>\n
The woman\u2019s face was turned partly away.<\/p>\n
Something about her seemed familiar.<\/p>\n
Not her face.<\/p>\n
Her coat.<\/p>\n
I remembered seeing it somewhere.<\/p>\n
Then it came to me.<\/p>\n
My mother had owned a dark green coat with a brass clasp.<\/p>\n
The woman in the photograph wore one almost exactly like it.<\/p>\n
I looked at Bell.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that my mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the image.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I see it again?\u201d<\/p>\n
He slid it toward me.<\/p>\n
There was a date written on the back.<\/p>\n
Six months earlier.<\/p>\n
Beneath it were two initials.<\/p>\n
E.W.<\/p>\n
Evan Whitman.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened at that warehouse?\u201d<\/p>\n
Bell opened another folder.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour brother was questioned about missing inventory. The company reported equipment and electronic components disappearing over several months.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas Madison involved?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about the woman?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe believe she may have been an employee of a subcontractor.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said you were identifying her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have a possible name.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned a page.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarissa Cole.\u201d<\/p>\n
The name meant nothing.<\/p>\n
Then Bell added, \u201cShe worked for a company your father used for bookkeeping.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing for a moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room seemed suddenly smaller.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of bookkeeping?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBusiness accounts. Payroll. Inventory.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about my father\u2019s office at home.<\/p>\n
The locked filing cabinet.<\/p>\n
The stacks of receipts.<\/p>\n
The way he had always become irritated when anyone touched his desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would Madison be there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re investigating.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pushed the photograph away.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me what you think happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can tell you what we know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bell folded his hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe believe Evan knew Madison before she disappeared. We believe your parents may have known she was being kept in the basement. We\u2019re also investigating whether her disappearance is connected to financial activity involving your father\u2019s business.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd my mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know her role.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of her call.<\/p>\n
The blue envelope.<\/p>\n
The warning not to let me open anything.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wants Lily back.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bell looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you know why?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen don\u2019t let her have access to Lily.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t planning to.\u201d<\/p>\n
After the interview, Grant was waiting outside.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did they find?\u201d<\/p>\n
I told him.<\/p>\n
He listened without interrupting.<\/p>\n
When I finished, he said, \u201cWe need a lawyer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI agree.\u201d<\/p>\n
We called one that afternoon.<\/p>\n
Her name was Evelyn Hart, and she had represented my father years earlier in a business dispute. She listened to everything without reacting.<\/p>\n
When I mentioned the blue envelope, she stopped taking notes.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid your mother say those words directly to you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. To Grant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd she knew he would tell you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI assume so.\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelyn leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen she may have wanted you to know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo make you look in a particular place.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about that.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think she\u2019s trying to tell me something?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think we should assume every move your family makes has a reason.\u201d<\/p>\n
The statement frightened me because it sounded exactly like something my mother would have said about someone else.<\/p>\n
Evelyn arranged for a court order protecting Lily from unsupervised contact with my parents while the investigation continued.<\/p>\n
That night, Grant and I sat in his apartment after Lily went to sleep.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should stay here,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t move in.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t say move in.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
He rubbed his hands together.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m saying you don\u2019t have to do everything alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t act like you know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked away.<\/p>\n
For months, I had treated Grant as the person who had failed me.<\/p>\n
Now I was beginning to wonder whether I had been too angry to notice the ways he had been trying to help.<\/p>\n
The next morning, Bell called again.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother wants to see you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe says she has information.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen she can give it to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe refuses.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Grant.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat information?\u201d<\/p>\n
Bell lowered his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe says it concerns Lily.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInterview room at the courthouse.\u201d<\/p>\n
I agreed.<\/p>\n
Evelyn insisted on coming with me.<\/p>\n
My mother looked smaller than I remembered.<\/p>\n
She sat at the table with her hands folded.<\/p>\n
Her hair was tied back.<\/p>\n
She looked tired.<\/p>\n
For one second, I saw the woman who had held me when I was a child.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered Madison barefoot on the basement floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did you let her stay there?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know what Evan was doing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew she was there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew she was crying.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why didn\u2019t you call someone?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Evan told me she would die.\u201d<\/p>\n
I went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said people were looking for her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expected me to believe that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI expected you never to know.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer hurt more than an excuse would have.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
She reached into her purse.<\/p>\n
Evelyn shifted beside me.<\/p>\n
My mother placed a blue envelope on the table.<\/p>\n
I stared at it.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis belonged to your father.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not touch it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s inside?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProof.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProof of what?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father did not know everything Evan was doing.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what did he know?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother whispered, \u201cEnough to be afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n
She pushed the envelope toward me.<\/p>\n
I opened it.<\/p>\n
Inside was a single sheet of paper.<\/p>\n
At the top was my name.<\/p>\n
Below it was an account number.<\/p>\n
And beneath that was a date from three years earlier.<\/p>\n
The date was the day before my divorce began.<\/p>\n
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