“Why would that spook her?”
“I left thinking she may be mixed up in this. I pressed her hard at the end about how she happened to find Merritt, and why she didn’t stick around for the police. I also asked her if she knew anything about a gun. That’s when she was most uncomfortable during the interview. I was thinking that maybe you were right, that she’s involved with Merritt in this thing with Dead Ed. That she knew about the gun I found in Merritt’s bathroom.”
His voice covered the territory from curious to disdainful. “You told her about the gun? I can’t believe you told her about the gun.”
“I didn’t tell her about the gun. I asked her if she knew anything about a gun. That’s all.”
“Now maybe that’s an important distinction for a shrink. It’s not much of one for a cop. Jesus, I think your interviewing techniques need some work. Maybe I could arrange a refresher course.”
“Maybe, Sam. I don’t have the same agenda here that you do. I’m trying to keep Merritt alive.”
“That’s true, I’m just trying to keep her out of prison for the rest of her life. Sorry for my insensitivity. Please forgive me.”
This wasn’t going the way I had hoped. “Sam, look, I apologize if I screwed up. I’m doing my best here. I thought Madison’s disappearance this afternoon might be important, and I wanted you to know about it.”
“You know she’s probably shacked up with a boyfriend, someplace. Or she decided to run. Hard to say.”
“I agree. That’s what’s most likely. The only help I can offer on that front is that I met a guy with her this afternoon. Name is Brad. Older than her, maybe a CU kid, I think he might’ve been wearing a fraternity T-shirt.”
“You have a last name?”
“No.”
“You remember what frat?”
“My Greek’s not too good, but something Delta something. Three letters.”
“We’ll check on Brad, too. Anything else?”
“No. I just don’t like coincidences and this feels like one.”
“I suppose I need to find a way to look into this little disappearance that doesn’t upset my supervisors. You saw Merritt, how is she?”
I had to think for a minute to convince myself I had the freedom to tell him what had happened that afternoon at the hospital. “There was a crisis with Chaney, Sam. Late today. I don’t want to get in the middle of things between you and the Trents, but I don’t want you left out, either. It was pretty serious for a while.”
“What happened?” His voice was hollow. Sam’s optimism had vanished; he was expecting to hear tragedy.
“She had a respiratory crisis of some kind. The doctors thought she might be dying. I was upstairs with Merritt when John called. I broke some rules, allowed Merritt to go down to the ICU to be with her sister. After she was there for a few minutes, the crisis eased. When I left, Chaney was resting comfortably.”
Sam was breathing through his mouth. I could hear the hollow gale gusting in my ear.
He said, “You broke some rules?”
“Yes.”
Inhale, exhale. “She’s okay? Chaney?”
“Same as before, if you call that okay. She’s still in intensive care. They’re going to watch her overnight.”
“What about Merritt? You saw her earlier? How is she doing?”
“Her condition hadn’t changed when I saw her this afternoon. But earlier this evening, she saw Mitchell Crest’s little news conference on TV. It scared her, shook her up.”
“I bet.”
“Not just for the reason you think. I think she’s trying to tell me that she’s protecting someone else, Sam.”
“She started talking?”
“I’m not talking about anything she said. Not with words. With her eyes, with her expressions, with gestures. I think she’s telling me that she’s been clamming up to protect someone else. Maybe it’s Madison. I don’t know who else it could be.”
“And you’re absolutely sure you’re reading these expressions correctly?” I knew Sam’s skeptical voice well, and I knew I was hearing it right then.
“No, I’m not sure, Sam. But I believe what I see. I’d love some more ammunition to use with her. Did you learn anything today that will give me some leverage with Merritt, maybe encourage her to talk to me?”
He was quiet for a few seconds longer than I expected. Finally, he said, “No, I have nothing new.”
I wanted to keep him talking. I didn’t want to feel as alone as I suspected I would as soon as I hung up the phone. “Why are they waiting to arrest her, Sam? Do you know that? It seems odd to me.”
Sam Purdy could lie to me as seamlessly as Houdini could pick my pocket. It meant something important that I could tell from his voice that his next words were untrue. “Oh, you know-PR, mostly. Don’t want to pull a kid out of the hospital to put her in jail. Looks bad, especially with Chaney and all.”
“It’s not an evidence problem?”
“I’m out of the loop, you know that. But there may be a couple of loose ends they would like to line up before they pick her up. They’re not in a rush. She’s safe. They’re not too worried.”
“What loose ends?”
“There’re always anomalies. You know that. But nobody’s talking to me.”
“You mean Lucy’s not keeping you informed? That’s hard to believe.”
He was done fencing with me. “Listen, Edmonton game is tomorrow night. They’re only two points back. See you around six. You’ll be at your house? I’ll drive.”
“No, I’ll already be in Denver, seeing Merritt. I’ll need to meet you at McNichols. Top of the stairs on the east side, let’s say ten to seven or so? I’m looking forward to it.”
We hung up.
I’d been up since four o’clock that morning and the day felt as long as a bad week. I called Lauren and once again got her parents’ machine.
Two minutes later I stripped and crawled into bed. It’s not often I remember my dreams. And this night was no exception.
Twenty-one
I woke still missing Lauren and still worried about Madison. It was too early to call Washington, but I phoned Miggy Monroe to check on her daughter before I left for the office to see my eight-fifteen patient.
“Ms. Monroe? Miggy? It’s Dr. Gregory. Did you hear anything from Madison overnight? Did she come home?”
“No, not a word. I haven’t slept a wink; I’m worried sick. The police won’t help me at all. Some of her clothes are gone, I’m pretty sure. I checked real carefully, like you said. Why would she run away? She and I do okay. I’m not a bad mom. Why would she leave me? Do you think it’s the boy? I have to think it’s him. I bet it’s the boy.”
I asked if there was anything I could do to help. She said there wasn’t.
“Would you please call me when you hear from her? I’m concerned about her, too, and would like to know that she’s okay. Would you do that?”
She said she would call.
Diane Estevez came into my office at nine-forty-five, after I had seen two morning patients and she had seen one. She said, “You want coffee? I made a fresh pot.”
“That would be great, thanks.”
She disappeared for a moment and returned with two mugs. Handing me one, she said, “You saw the news.”
“Thanks for the coffee. Yes, I saw the news.”
“They’re not releasing her name to the news media. How am I supposed to get John Trent’s custody eval thrown out if I can’t tell the court what the hell the kid is supposed to have done?”
“It’s not your problem, Diane. It’s a lawyer problem. Let your patient’s lawyer worry about it. You know it’s all going to come out in the wash eventually. You know what I think? I think you just don’t like being out of the loop.” I raised my mug. “Good coffee, is it something new?” The coffee tasted the same as always to me, but Diane had a predilection for trying exotic blends and was scornful of me when I didn’t notice her efforts.