Fool Me Once(71)
She woke up exhausted. She realized it was Sunday. No one would be at the Franklin Biddle Academy to answer her questions on a Sunday. Growin’ Up Day Care was closed on Sundays. Maybe that was for the best. A soldier takes advantage of downtime. If you have a chance to rest, you do so. You let the body and mind heal whenever you can.
All of this horror could wait a day, couldn’t it?
Maya would take the day off from death and destruction, thank you very much, and just spend a normal day with her daughter.
Bliss, right?
But Shane showed up at 8:00 A.M. with two guys who gave her a quick nod and got to work sweeping for possible listening devices or cameras. As they started up the stairs, Shane picked up the nanny cam in the den and checked the back of it.
“Wi-Fi is switched off,” Shane said.
“Meaning?”
“Meaning there’s no way anyone could spy on you with this, even if the technology somehow exists.”
“Okay.”
“Unless, of course, there’s some kind of back way in. Which I doubt. Or someone came in and switched it off because they knew we’d be checking.”
“That sounds unlikely,” Maya said.
Shane shrugged. “You’re the one having your house swept for bugs. So let’s be thorough, shall we?”
“Okay.”
“First question: Besides you, who has a key to this house?”
“You do.”
“Right. But I’ve questioned me and I’m innocent.”
“Funny.”
“Thanks. So who else?”
“No one.” Then she remembered. “Damn.”
“What?”
She looked up at him. “Isabella has one.”
“And we don’t trust her anymore, do we?”
“Not even a little.”
“Do you think she’d really show up again and play around with that picture frame?” Shane asked.
“I would say it’s unlikely.”
“Maybe you should get some cameras and security,” he said. “At the very least, change the locks.”
“Okay.”
“So you have a key, I have a key, Isabella has a key.” Shane put his hands on his hips and let loose a long sigh. “Don’t bite my head off,” he said.
“But?”
“But what happened to Joe’s?”
“Joe’s key?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know.”
“Did he have it with him when, he, uh—”
“Was murdered?” Maya finished for him. “Yes, he had his key on him. At least I assume he did. He usually carried a house key. Like everyone else in the free world.”
“Did you get back his belongings?”
“No. The police must still have them.”
Shane nodded. “Okay then.”
“Okay what?”
“Okay whatever. I don’t know what else to say, Maya. It’s so goddamn bizarre. I don’t get any of this, so I’m asking questions until maybe something becomes clear. You trust me, right?”
“With my life.”
“Yet,” Shane said, “you won’t tell me what’s going on.”
“I am telling you what’s going on.”
Shane turned, looked at himself in the mirror, and narrowed his eyes.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Seeing if I really look that dumb.” Shane turned back to her. “Why were you asking me about that Coast Guard guy? What the hell does Andrew Burkett, who died in high school, have to do with any of this?”
She hesitated.
“Maya?”
“I don’t know yet,” she said. “But there could be a connection.”
“Between what? Are you saying that Andrew’s death on the boat has something to do with Joe’s murder in Central Park?”
“I’m saying I don’t know yet.”
“So what’s your next step?” Shane asked.
“Today?”
“Yes.”
Tears almost came to her eyes, but she kept them in check. “Nothing, Shane. Okay? Nothing. It’s Sunday. I’m grateful you guys came over, but here’s what I want to happen: I want you guys to finish sweeping this place. Then I want you all to leave so on this gorgeous autumn Sunday I can take my daughter out for a classic, cliché-ridden mommy-daughter day.”
“For real?”
“Yes, Shane, for real.”
Shane smiled. “That’s so cool.”
“Yeah.”
“Where are you two going to go?”
“To Chester.”
“Apple picking?”
Maya nodded.
“My parents used to take me there,” Shane said with a lilt in his voice.
“You want to come?”
“No,” he said in the gentlest voice she had ever heard. “And you’re right. It’s Sunday. We’ll speed this up and get out of here. You get Lily ready.”
They finished up, found no bugs, and with a kiss on the cheek, Shane was gone. Maya packed Lily into her car seat and started the day. Mother and daughter did it all. They took a hayride. They hit the petting zoo and fed the goats. They picked apples and ate ice cream and found a clown who dazzled Lily with balloon animals. All around them, hardworking people spent their valuable day off laughing and touching and complaining and arguing and smiling. Maya studied them. She tried to stay in the moment, tried to just disappear into the joy of an autumn day with her daughter, but again it all felt so elusive, distant, as though she were just observing and not really experiencing it for herself. Her comfort zone was protecting these moments, not participating in them. The hours passed, the day ended, and Maya wasn’t sure how she felt about any of it.