All the Dark Places(38)
Laken shivers. “Creepy. I don’t remember hearing anything about it.”
“Me neither.”
Hayes coughs and sips his latte. “Why would Jay have her necklace?”
“I have no idea. None of this makes sense.” I stir more sugar into my tea. “Then they wanted to know when we’d been up to the mountain house.”
“What does all this have to do with finding the bastard who killed Jay?” Hayes pokes at his Thai chicken salad with his fork.
I shrug. “I have no idea.” I don’t. Jay must’ve found the necklace and didn’t know who it belonged to. That’s the only thing that makes sense. It’s too distressing to think about, so I change the subject. “Where’s Alice today?”
Hayes smiles. “Working on her witch trials paper back at the store. She’s in my office with the door shut, hoping Sharon won’t bother her.” He glances at his phone. “Speaking of Sharon, I probably should get back so she can go to lunch.” He stands, grabs his half-finished salad. “See you guys later.” He maneuvers past Sadie and the other diners and dumps his lunch in the trash on his way out the door. I watch him outside the café, buttoning his coat and pulling a hat on his head.
Laken blows out a big breath.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
Her dark eyes glance out the window. “Nothing. It’s nothing. You’ve got enough on your plate.”
“Hey, tell me.” I’d rather listen to someone else’s problems than think about my own.
She shrugs. “Cal.”
“What’s wrong with Cal?”
“He’s been irritable.” She sips her coffee. “It’s fine. We’ll work it out.”
“His friend just died, Laken.”
“No. It’s not that. I mean, he’s devastated about Jay, don’t get me wrong. But this has been going on long before that.”
“Maybe the trouble with Josh? You know.”
She gets a funny look on her face. “It’s nothing. Work stuff, I’m sure. I shouldn’t have brought it up. All couples have rough patches.”
Jay and I never did, but I guess other people do. Maybe Jay and I would’ve had “a rough patch” had he lived, though I can’t imagine it.
*
I take Sadie out for a walk before the sun sets. It’s dusky, but the snow on the ground lends a strange light to the late afternoon. We wander along the sidewalk past the Fergusons’ house, and I think about their security camera capturing me and Sadie, like it did the man walking by the night Jay was killed. What was going through his mind? How long had he planned to kill Jay? Did Jay have any idea his life was in danger? Or maybe it was just random. A disturbed guy saw the light on in the office and wandered back there.
Sadie and I stop, look both ways, and cross the street. I love our old neighborhood. Each house is different, built long ago, with wide covered porches, multiple fireplaces, side entrances, some with porte cocheres. Our house wasn’t too expensive because it needed work. Still, I hope I’ll be able to afford to keep it. The thought of selling feels like losing another part of Jay. I sigh, and Sadie and I pick up the pace. It’s getting really cold, the temperature dropping quickly as the evening advances.
We arrive at the corner, where the gas station bustles with people stopping on their way home from work, getting gas, buying a soda or a six-pack of beer. I watch them for a moment before we turn back toward home.
Just before Sadie and I reach our porch, my phone vibrates in my pocket. I forgot my gloves, so I grasp it with stiff fingers.
“Hello?”
Silence, then a deep muffled voice speaks. “I know who you are.” It sounds like someone talking through some device.
“Who is this?” I shiver in the gloom, glancing around me as if the speaker is hidden nearby.
“The girl in the cellar. Melinda Wright. That’s who you are.” My knees nearly give way, and I grab for the porch railing with my left hand.
The line goes quiet. The man has hung up. I glance at the screen. Unknown caller. My heart is thumping against my ribs. I turn and look over my shoulder into the shadows. But everything is quiet, snow-shrouded. Still. Is he here? Has he found me? I shake my head. That’s not possible. He’s in prison. He can’t get out, or can he? Hold it together, Molly. It was just a crank call. Someone trying to upset me. I grip Sadie’s leash tighter, and we run up the porch steps, slip inside, and I lock the heavy door behind us.
CHAPTER 26
Molly
I STAYED UP MOST OF THE NIGHT WATCHING THE VIDEO FEEDS FROM the outside cameras. I wrapped myself in an old quilt and sat in the living room with my computer on my lap, flipping screens. I kept all the lights on inside and out. Sadie curled up on the rug by my side. I dozed off a time or two but tried to keep vigilant. Who could’ve called me? Why? Why now?
I’ve been bothered off and on over the years by a reporter or two looking to write a story or a book about me, and I’ve fended them off. The last thing I ever wanted was notoriety, a book with six-year-old me plastered on the cover. Black-and-white pictures stuffed in the middle, my hometown, my parents, Corrine and I smiling, dressed in our Halloween costumes. The thought makes me tremble. But no one’s ever contacted me this way, in a threatening manner.