Authors: Amy Gutman
put it down. She needed to clear her mind a bit before calling 16
Jamison back.
It could just be a coincidence.
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a ray of hope. Maybe the attack was a random thing. Or maybe it 18
was personal. A violent boyfriend. An angry client. Nothing to 19
do with Steven.
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What did Jamison know? That was another question. What 21
did he know about the watch and note? Did he know who she 22
really was?
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The watch. The note.
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Callie froze. She’d left them with Melanie. She wondered 25
where they were right now. Had Melanie’s attacker found them?
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She punched in Jamison’s number. He answered on the first 27
ring.
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Their greetings were brief, perfunctory, then Jamison ran 29
through the facts. How Melanie’s attacker had come disguised as 30
a florist’s deliveryman. How the law firm had sent someone look-31
ing for her when she didn’t show up at work.
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“It happened around one this morning, but they didn’t find her 33
until nine or so. She didn’t show up at an early meeting. They 34
couldn’t reach her on the phone. So the law firm sent a paralegal 35 S
over to look for her. In one way she was lucky. Right after the at-36 R
tacker went up, she got a delivery of Chinese food. When the de-1 7 0
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livery guy knocked on the door, he must have scared the attacker.
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It looks like the attacker fled when the Chinese food guy went 2
back downstairs.”
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“How is she?” Callie asked. “What did he do to her?”
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“She was hit with some sort of blunt object, a glancing blow to 5
the side of the head. When they found her, she was unconscious, 6
and they rushed her into surgery. She had what they call a sub-7
dural hematoma — that’s a bleeding in the brain. The bleed was 8
pushing against the brain, compressing the brain tissue.”
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“Surgery,” Callie said faintly. “Is she . . . will she be okay?”
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“At this point, we don’t know. She’s still in intensive care. She 11
was conscious for a few hours after the operation. That’s when 12
she told me to call you. Then, well, she had a relapse. She’s in a 13
coma now.”
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“My God,” said Callie. “I’m so, so sorry.” She realized that she 15
was crying. A tear rolled silently down one cheek. She wiped it 16
away with a hand.
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“The flowers that the guy who attacked her brought, do you 18
know what kind they were?”
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“I don’t know,” said Jamison. “Any special reason you’re ask-20
ing?”
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“No, I just . . . I don’t know.” Callie realized that she was shak-22
ing. Thoughts whirled through her mind. “What did Melanie tell 23
you about me? Why did she ask you to call me?”
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“She kept repeating several names. Yours was one of them.
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Your number was in her book. The rest I figured out myself.”
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knew had received them. She didn’t give me a name. But you’re 29
that woman, right?”
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Callie swallowed hard. “Where are they?” she asked. “Did he 31
find them? That watch and the letter, I mean.”
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“Luckily, no. They’re in the hands of authorities now. The 33
Maine state police will want to talk to you about them. And 34
about the Massey case.”
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“It belonged to Diane. We’ve already checked that out.
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Melanie was going to tell you. Apparently, she didn’t have a 3
chance.”
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Too late Callie thought that she shouldn’t have been so open, 5
shouldn’t have been so quick to admit her connection to the let-6
ter and watch. Until then, Jamison was going on suspicion. Now 7
he knew for sure. At the same time, she had a helpless feeling.
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What did it really matter? Even if she’d kept her mouth shut, it 9
was only a matter of time.
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“Both Diane and Melanie had ties to Steven Gage. Is that also 11
true for you?”
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She could tell that he was feeling his way, like a blind man in 13
a strange room. His instincts were good. He was sensitive. But he 14
didn’t have the facts.
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“I don’t mean to be rude,” said Callie. “But I’m not going to 16
answer that.”
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“Fair enough,” he said. “You don’t have to tell me. But you do 18
need to tell the police, Ms. Thayer. There’s a killer out there.”
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“But how do you know that I can help? How do you know it’s 20
connected?”
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A pause.
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“I don’t know,” Jamison said finally. “But I intend to find out.
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And I hope you’ll do whatever you can to help with this investi-24
gation.”
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“I . . . of course, I will. But I’m not sure —”
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cut in.
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“Melanie told me that you have a child, that you’re worried 29
about privacy. I have children too. I understand your concerns.
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But even if you’re willing to risk your own life, other people are 31
involved. If you’d gone to the police in the first place, this thing 32
might not have happened.”
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Remorse washed over her.
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“I’ll talk to the police,” said Callie. “I’ll do whatever I can. Will 2
they . . . do you think they can keep it confidential, the fact that 3
I’m involved?”
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“I’m sure they’ll do whatever they can to work with you on 5
that.”
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“Do you have a phone number?”
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“In Maine, you need to talk with Jack Pulaski. He’s with the 8
state police.” Callie took down the name and number as Jamison 9
read them off.
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“The police in New York and Maine — are they working to-11
gether on this?”
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“Not yet,” Jamison said. “It takes a while for multijurisdic-13
tional investigations to get up and running. The links have to be 14
established, and this thing with Melanie just happened. But 15
soon, I hope, they’ll be collaborating. You can help with that.
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You provide a link between Diane and Melanie.”
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Upstairs, Callie heard the toilet flush. Anna was awake.
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“I’ll call first thing tomorrow,” she promised.
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“Good,” Jamison said. “In the meantime, I hope you won’t 20
mind if I pass on your name and number.” She heard the words as 21
a warning. If she didn’t step forward herself, they’d come after her.
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Anna appeared in the doorway, her face crumpled and pink, 23
mouth turned down at the edges in an expression of accusation.
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“You woke me up,” she said.
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Callie raised a hand to signal she’d be just a moment. “I guess 26
that’s it,” she said.
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“For now. And Ms. Thayer — please be careful.”
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arms, rubbed her nose against the silky hair. “Sorry, sweetie,” she 30
said.
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now.
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Sh a d o w s. Shapes. Voices.
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Her eyelids were so heavy. She had to get to work. A meeting on the
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Leverett case. But something was holding her down, keeping her from
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moving. Who was in the room with her? Where was she, anyway?
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Another voice. A man’s: “How’s she doing? Is she waking up?”
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out.
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Lying there, she realized they must be talking about her. “I’m fine!
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I hear you!” she wanted to say. “Just help me to get up.”
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Then, confused, she knew that she couldn’t be fine, after all. If she
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was fine, she wouldn’t need their help. If she was fine, she’d just sit up.
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What had happened? What was wrong? She strained for the memo-12
ries.
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She was eating dinner with Paul. He was mad at her.
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Alone in her Harwich & Young office, she stared at her computer.
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The images flickered through her mind, like frames in some home
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movie. But nothing she saw could explain to her what was going on.
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She sensed a darkening overhead, someone leaning forward. Panic.
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she’d known it would happen. It didn’t matter that she’d tried to help
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him, that she’d tried to save his life. She’d always sensed that when he
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looked at her, he wanted to see her dead. She’d tried to tell herself it
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wasn’t so, but, always, she’d known the truth. Steven was a predator.
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always been one of the lucky ones, but luck could always change. Why
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should she be alive to protect him, while so many women were dead?
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Slowly, the shadow receded. Whoever had been there was gone.
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And it couldn’t have been Steven, anyway. Steven Gage was dead.
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Steven Gage was dead. So what was she afraid of?
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At that moment, it all came back to her: Happy Anniversary.
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Mike Jamison gazed at the thin form beneath the starched white 10
hospital sheet. He still wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing here.
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He’d learned of the attack yesterday when he’d called Melanie’s 12
office. She wasn’t there, and when he inquired, her secretary told 13
him why. Even before he hung up the phone, he’d started making 14
plans. He had his assistant reschedule meetings and rushed home 15
to pack. Three hours later he was on a plane, heading for New 16
York.
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Now he studied Melanie, the bruised motionless face. She’d 18
been in a coma since last night, a postsurgery relapse. As he sat 19
by her side, there’d been a constant stream of doctors, nurses, 20
technicians, but their faces faded to a blur as he focused on 21
Melanie. The white gauze wrapped around her head resembled a 22
snowy turban. An intravenous tube ran from her arm through a 23
metal pole. Wires attached to her chest connected to the EKG
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monitor, while some sort of strange metallic device measured her 25