I reached out and patted his hand. ‘When we had lunch that day, Melanie told me about it, too. I know she told Jay, but I think he died before he could tell anyone else, even if he’d wanted to, which I don’t think he did.’
Don looked puzzled. ‘What do you mean, she told Jay? No way she’d tell Jay! She told Kay.’
I sat up straight. Something wasn’t computing. ‘She told Kay?’
Don nodded vigorously. ‘Melanie picked up on something, I don’t know what, but whatever it was she was totally convinced that Jay was having…’ He paused, swiping at his glistening brow with the sleeve of his uniform. ‘I guess it’s what you’d call an “unnatural relationship” with this little girl he was teaching. Tessa Douglas.’
While I stared in disbelief, Don charged on. ‘Melanie suspected that Jay was just being nice to Tessa’s mother so that he could be near the little girl.’ He shook his head, screwed up his mouth as if being forced to eat something particularly horrible, like liver with onions, or haggis.
I sat back, shocked to the tips of my toes. I’d been convinced that Tess was Jay’s daughter, when all along… My gut twisted. Suppose Jay was a pedophile, attracted to the child because she resembled his sister. I felt ill.
Don blinked rapidly, fighting tears. ‘Melanie asked me what she should do, to protect Tessa and the reputation of the studio and all, and I told her to tell Kay. The wife is always the last to know, I said. Oh, sweet Jesus,’ he wailed. ‘It’s all my fault. What a rotten piece of advice that was! Now Kay’s up and killed my sweet little girl, too.’
Too. Don and I were definitely on the same wavelength.
‘Don, do you still have copies of those emails?’
‘Yes, ma’am. On my cell phone, and on the server, too.’
‘You need to print them out and share them with the police.’
If Jay had been abusing Tessa, that threat was now gone. But if Kay had killed Jay to protect the studio, and killed Melanie to keep her from her spilling the beans about Jay, what would keep Kay from silencing a nine-year-old girl?
‘Don,’ I added, laying a hand on his arm for emphasis, ‘you need to do it soon. If what you suspect turns out to be true, that little girl’s life may be in danger, too.’
Twenty-Nine
‘On the other hand,’ I mused to my patient husband from the comfortable depths of our living-room sofa after we’d fed Melanie’s husband dinner and sent him up to our third-floor guest room for the night, ‘as much as I like Laurie, you have to agree she has a pretty good motive for wanting Melanie out of the way, too.’
‘Why don’t you ask her?’
‘Oh, right, sure. So I meet Laurie for lunch, ask her point-blank if she murdered Jay and Melanie, and would you like French fries with that?’
‘I think you know Laurie pretty well, and you’re good at reading body language.’ He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close. ‘Before you do, though, make sure it’s in a public place and that Laurie knows you told me you were meeting.’
I took Paul’s advice, and arranged to meet Laurie the following day at the food court in the mall, the Johnny Rocket’s end. ‘Coolness,’ she said over the telephone. ‘Afterwards we can go shopping!’
I rang off, thinking that after our little chat Laurie might not be much in the mood for shopping.
At the appointed time, Laurie caught sight of me first. She stood on tiptoe near the escalator that led up to the movie theaters, waving and ‘yoo-hooing’. Judging from the bags from Ann Taylor Loft and Claire’s Boutique that she carried I figured she’d got a jump start on the shopping.
I visited Panda Express while Laurie went to Hibachi-San and we joined up again at a table near the escalator. ‘At least we’re on the same continent,’ Laurie commented (incorrectly), eyeing my shrimp-fried rice as she sat down.
Between bites, Laurie showed me the blouse she’d bought at Ann Taylor, and I described the shoes I was looking for to go with my new red skirt. I’d eaten my last shrimp, and she’d finished up her tempura, but I’d still not found a way to work SRS casually into the conversation, so I thought, screw it, and dove in with both feet.
‘Laurie,’ I said as I twisted my napkin to shreds on my lap underneath the table. ‘Before she died, Melanie told me something about you, and I’m just going to come right out with it and ask you if it’s true.’
As I spoke, a smile began tugging at the corners of Laurie’s mouth, and by the time I’d reached the end of my convoluted sentence, it had turned into a full-blown grin. She moved her tray aside, leaned across the table toward me and said, ‘She told you I used to be a guy.’
My breath flew out of me in a rush. ‘Yes!’
‘And you worried that I might have bumped Melanie off to make sure she kept quiet about it, is that right?’
‘I’m ashamed to say that the thought had flitted across my mind.’
‘Honey, I’ve been living RLS, real life experience, for three years, my SRS is next month, and I couldn’t care less who knows it!’ She retrieved her handbag from the floor, plopped it on the table, pried it open, and drew out her wallet. ‘Look at this,’ she said, showing me her driver’s license. It was from Illinois, her name was Laurie R. Wainwright, it pictured Laurie as she sat before me now, and there, in the critical box reserved for ‘sex’ was the letter ‘F’.
‘Isn’t that the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen?’
‘I guess it is,’ I said with a laugh. I slid the tangible proof of her new identity back across the table, relief flooding through me. ‘I look like a convict on my driver’s license,’ I added, but I knew it wasn’t the picture to which Laurie was referring when she used the word ‘beautiful’. It was the letter ‘F’ for ‘female’.
‘I’ve got a temporary passport in my name, too, but that’s so precious I leave it at home.’
I felt my face grow hot. ‘I’m thoroughly embarrassed.’
‘Don’t be! It may be some sort of secret down here in Maryland, but it’s just because Tom and I don’t talk about it much. Everybody knows back in Chicago!’
Still thinking about the license I asked, ‘Is it hard to get all the paperwork changed?’
‘Honey, it’s a freaking nightmare, and Illinois is easier than most. To get the license changed, I had to see a shrink and babble on about how much I hated myself, yada yada yada, until he got totally bored listening to me boo-hoo and he filled out the report I needed. Then my doctor had to do a report. After SRS, it’ll take an affidavit from the surgeon saying the operation is complete, but it won’t be long before I’ll have a brand new birth certificate, social security card… you name it.’
Laurie picked up her Diet Coke, leaned back in her chair, inserted the straw between her glossy, cherry-red lips and sipped thirstily. She smiled around the straw, as if something amusing had just occurred to her. ‘And if the Social Security Administration thinks I’m a girl, who’s going to argue with them?’
‘Will you be able to dance professionally?’
There. I’d asked the million-dollar question.
Laurie didn’t skip a beat. ‘You bet’cha. The organizers have the right to demand verification of anything I write on my application, but if I put down an ‘F’, and I’ve got the documentation to back it up… no problem.’
‘I’m really glad about that.’
‘One thing I can’t do, though, is run in the Olympics.’ She threw her head back and laughed out loud. ‘Not until they figure out a way to get rid of my Y-chromosome, anyway.’
We sat quietly for a moment. Laurie was first to break the silence. ‘You know what your friend Melanie said when I told her I used to be a guy?’
I shook my head.
‘Deuteronomy 23:1.’