The 6:20 Man(35)

He looked between them. “What? I don’t understand.”

Ellen glanced down at her lap. She looked like she wanted to leap up and run from the room.

Fred said, “The police now believe that Sara was . . . that someone . . . killed her.” He put a hand to his mouth even as Ellen let out a sob.

“Oh my God, I’m so . . . sorry. This . . . is stunning.” And even though he knew all of this, now it was stunning to him. Like it was the first he was hearing of it, because he was seeing it through their eyes, their grief.

Seconds passed with nothing but elevated breathing among the three.

“So, you two were friends?” said Ellen.

“She had a lot of friends. She was very outgoing.”

“She mentioned that she was seeing someone,” said Ellen. “This was a while back. But she never gave a name.”

“I don’t know about that,” he said quickly.

“Do you live nearby?” asked Fred.

“No, I live way out in the northern suburbs. Mount Kisco. I take the train in. This is a beautiful place. She did a nice job decorating it.”

“Had you never been here before?” said Ellen, watching him closely.

He met her gaze. “No. Whenever we met it was in a group, mixers, company functions. Things like that.”

He glanced to the left where he knew Ewes’s bedroom was located.

Then he looked up to see Ellen’s eyes still on him. “But you knew where she lived, Travis.”

“I walked her home once from a bar near here. We’d been drinking. I just wanted to make sure she got home all right. But this is my first time being inside.”

“Oh, I see. I hope you didn’t come all this way to see us. But I suppose you didn’t even know we were here.”

“I didn’t. I came into town to see a play. Then I thought I’d come over here just to look at the place. I was thinking about Sara, you see. Then I saw you two get out of a cab and come in here. I didn’t want to bother you, so I went away for a while. But the more I thought about it, I just wanted to let you know how sorry I was. I didn’t know how long you were staying and didn’t know if I would have another chance. I was told you were coming in from another country.”

“New Zealand,” answered Fred. “I was transferred there. A very long trip.”

“A horrible trip,” Ellen added. “Nothing but hours and hours of having to think about—”

“I’m sure,” said Devine in a small voice. “What sort of business are you involved in?”

“We’re missionaries,” said Ellen, “spreading the word of Christ. Fred is actually an ordained minister.”

“That’s great. So, New Zealand?”

She said, “It may seem like an odd choice, but nearly half the people there follow no religion at all. Particularly the young people, which means their children will grow up without God in their lives. And while most Australians who practice a religion follow Christianity, the fastest-growing faiths down there are Hinduism and Sikhism.” She frowned at this.

Devine looked at Fred, who was staring at his wife. “Now, those are fine religions, Ellen. Lots of people believe that way. I’m just glad they’re practicing a faith. They have their god and we have ours.”

“My husband and I disagree on some things,” said Ellen graciously. “But we find common ground where we can.”

“I hear that most successful marriages do,” opined Devine, glancing at Fred before looking back at Ellen.

“We just came back from . . . ” She eyed her husband.

He finished for her. “The . . . morgue.”

“I can’t imagine how hard that must have been.”

“I suppose you just assumed we were her parents?” said Fred, obviously trying to move on from certain images probably gripping all of them.

“Partly, but I see some of Sara in each of you. Though she was taller.”

“My father and brother,” said Ellen with a sad smile. “They’re both six four. Sara took after them in the height department.”

He hunched forward, deciding to just go for it. “Have the police been by? Are they keeping you informed of everything?”

“They were here when we arrived last night,” said Fred. “They were already searching her things. I guess they’d do that with anyone, regardless of how she . . . But now, but now that they know she didn’t . . . That somebody . . .”

“Right. Sure. I guess they have to do all that. Get her electronic devices, diaries, whatever might help them find out who did this.”

Fred nodded in agreement. “Yes, they took all of those things. At least the ones that were here. And they looked everywhere, very thorough, dusted for fingerprints, that sort of thing. They were pretty much done when we arrived, so they said we could stay here while we’re in town.” He looked around. “She didn’t have this place when we moved to New Zealand. She had that little apartment . . . where again, Ellen?”

“Tribeca.”

“Right, Tribeca. Now she’s out here in Brooklyn. I thought that used to be a bad area.”

Devine said, “It’s a lot better than it was decades ago. And consequently the real estate has gotten really pricey.”