Look Again Part 12
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"Get over it," she said under her breath, and she took the traced composite of the carjacker and placed it over Beach Man's face.
It was an exact match.
Ellen felt her gorge rising, and she jumped up and bolted for the bathroom.
Chapter Thirty-three.
Ellen lingered on the threshold to Will's room, lost in her thoughts. She couldn't work any longer, not after what she'd learned, or what she thought she'd learned. She could barely give it voice inside her own head, but she couldn't ignore it, either.
Is Will really Timothy?
She tasted bile and Colgate on her teeth and sagged against the doorjamb, willing her brain to function. Tried to reason it out and spot any failures of logic.
Begin at the beginning. Remain calm.
Ellen thought a minute, trying to articulate the scenario she feared. If the composite matched the photo of the man on the beach, then Beach Man was the carjacker. He had shot Carol Braverman's nanny. Kidnapped Will. Taken the ransom money but kept the child. He had a girlfriend who pretended to be the baby's mother. Amy Martin.
Why not kill the baby right after the kidnapping?
Ellen shuddered, but she could guess at some answers. Amy wanted a baby and couldn't have one. Or they thought they could sell the baby on the black market. She folded her arms against her chest, hugging herself, and picked up the narrative in her mind, detecting another fallacy.
Why give him up for adoption?
That answer, Ellen knew for sure. Because he got sick. Will had a heart problem no one knew about. At least she a.s.sumed as much, because the Braverman site didn't mention that Timothy had any heart problems. The doctors at Dupont Hospital had told her that his murmur had gone undetected, which wasn't unusual. Will would have failed to thrive. He wouldn't eat well and he'd have been sickly. That would have overwhelmed Amy, even her mother said so, and it would have made it too risky to keep him. Too many blood tests, forms, and questions that could show Amy wasn't the mother and the boyfriend the father.
So what do they do next?
Ellen composed it like a nightmare news story. They'd take the baby to a hospital far from Miami, back to where Amy had grown up. They'd essentially abandon the baby in the hospital, and then a solution would come, in the form of a nice lady reporter, who falls in love with the baby. She adopts the baby and takes him home, where he sleeps under a sky of ersatz stars.
My G.o.d.
Ellen let her gaze wander around Will's bedroom, over the shadows of Tonka trucks and Legos, over shelves of skinny books and Candy Land and plush bears and bunnies, their soft pastels reduced to shades of gray. The window shade was up, and outside the sky was oddly bright, the world aglow with a new snowfall that insulated the house like a sheet of practical cotton, keeping her and Will safe inside.
"Mommy?" he asked sleepily, from the bed.
Ellen wiped her eyes, padded over to the bed, and leaned over Will, brus.h.i.+ng his bangs from his forehead in the light from the doorway. "Sorry I woke you."
"Are you home?"
"Yes, it's night and I'm home."
"Connie says you have to work hard."
"I do, but I'm home now." Ellen swallowed the knot in her throat, but she had a feeling it would only travel down to her chest and cause a heart attack, or maybe she'd just spontaneously combust. She eased onto the guardrail and tried to regain her composure. "Sorry I forgot your crazy s.h.i.+rt."
"It's okay, Mommy."
Ellen's eyes welled up. She reached down and stroked his cheek. "You're the best kid in the world, do you know that?"
"You brushed your teeth."
"I did." Ellen was uncomfortable, sitting on the guardrail. "I hate this guardrail. I'm taking it off." She stood up and began to slide the wooden rail from the bed, jiggling the frame.
"I won't fall out, Mommy."
"I know that. You're too smart to fall out of your own bed." Ellen jiggled one last time and finally wrenched the guardrail from the bed. "Sorry."
Will giggled.
"Stupid guardrail."
"Stupid guardrail!" guardrail!"
"See ya, guardrail." Ellen took the guardrail to the other side of the room and set it on the floor. "Wouldn't wanna be ya."
Will giggled again.
Ellen came back to the bed, where she could see Will wriggling in his bed. "Are you being a wiggle worm?"
"I am!"
"I'm coming in. We're having a slumber party."
"What's that?" Will scissored his legs.
"It's people having a party when they should be sleeping." Ellen eased onto the skinny bed, on her side. "Scoot over, wigglehead."
"Okay." Will edged backwards, and Ellen reached for him and wrapped him up in her arms. She didn't want to think about Amy Martin and the Bravermans anymore. She wanted to be where she was, right this moment, holding her son close.
"How's that feel? Good?"
Will hugged her back. "I made a s...o...b..ll."
"You did? Cool."
"It's on the porch, did you see?"
"No." Ellen gave him a squeeze. "It'll be there tomorrow. I'll look at it in the morning, first thing."
"Do you have to go to work tomorrow?"
"Yes." Ellen didn't know what would happen at work tomorrow, with her story unfinished. Right now, she didn't care.
"I hate work."
"I know, sweetie. I'm sorry I have to work."
"Why do you?"
Ellen had answered this more times than she could count, but she knew it wasn't a real question. "I work so we have all the things we need."
Will yawned.
"Maybe we should settle down and go to sleep. Party's over, and slumber is beginning."
"I won't fall out," Will said again, and Ellen hugged him close.
"Don't worry. You won't fall out. I'm here to catch you."
"Good night."
"I love you, sweetie. Good night." Ellen cuddled him, and in the next minute, she could feel his body drifting back to sleep. She caught herself beginning to cry and willed herself to stop. If she went that way, she'd never come back, and this wasn't the time or the place anyway.
Flip it.
She really couldn't be sure that Beach Man was the carjacker. A tracing couldn't tell anything with accuracy, and composites were based only on a verbal description. Lots of men had narrow eyes and long noses. If the composite was too unreliable to prove that the carjacker was Beach Man, then there was no link between Will and Timothy.
Ellen smiled in the dark, feeling a tiny bit better. Maybe Amy would email her, tell her the story of Will's birth, and explain why she'd put him up for adoption.
Will s.h.i.+fted in his sleep, and she snuggled him. She couldn't resolve tonight whether her fears were founded or completely insane. But behind them lurked an unspoken question, one that she couldn't begin to acknowledge, much less articulate to herself. It had been lurking in the back of her mind from the moment she'd seen the infernal white card in the mail.
She hugged Will closer, there in the still, dark room, and the question hung in the air above the bed, suspended somewhere between mother, child, and the false stars.
If Will is really Timothy, what will I do?
Chapter Thirty-four.
Ellen entered the newsroom the next morning, exhausted after only two hours of sleep. She hadn't been able to stop her brain from thinking about Will and Timothy, and she felt raw, achy, and preoccupied. She had on the same jeans and s.h.i.+rt she'd worn yesterday, but with a different sweater, and she hadn't had time to shower. She'd checked her email too many times on the way in, but there'd been no email from Amy Martin.
Get a grip.
"Good morning, dear," Meredith Snader said, pa.s.sing her with an empty mug on the way to the coffee room, and Ellen managed a smile.
"Hey, Mer." She tried to put the Braverman business behind her, but her head was pounding. The newsroom was mostly empty, and she hustled down the aisle, trying to get her thoughts together for the meeting about the hom i cide piece. Through the gla.s.s wall of his office, she could see Marcelo at his desk and Sarah sitting across from him, laughing about something.
Great.
Ellen figured the laughter would stop when she told them she'd be late with her end of the story. She dropped her handbag on her desk, shed her jacket, and hung it on the coatrack, seeing that Sal and Larry were entering Marcelo's office, holding styrofoam cups of coffee and looking like the journalists Ellen had grown up idolizing. She hated that she was about to crash and burn in front of the local Woodward and Bernstein. She girded herself and headed to Marcelo's office, where he looked up expectantly from behind his desk.
"Come in, Ellen." Marcelo smiled, his eyes flas.h.i.+ng darkly. "I didn't get your draft. Did you email it?"
Ellen arranged her face into a professional mask. "Marcelo, I don't have the piece done. I'm sorry."
Sarah looked over. Larry and Sal turned around. Marcelo blinked. "You don't have it?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow.
"No, sorry." Ellen's temples thundered. "I got a little bogged down and I need a few extra days."
"Maybe I can help. That's what they pay me for."
"No, you can't," Ellen blurted out, but Marcelo was still smiling, his head c.o.c.ked and his eyes sympathetic.
"Let me see what you have so far. I'm not looking for perfection. I can't be, with these two slackers on the story." Marcelo gestured at Larry and Sal. "Their draft needed the usual overhaul."
"Kiss my a.s.s," Sal said, and they all laughed except Ellen, who had to come clean.
"Marcelo, to be honest, there is no draft. Not yet." She felt vaguely sick, unmasked and vulnerable. They were all looking at her in surprise, Marcelo most of all.
"Nothing?" Marcelo frowned, confused.
"No worries," Sarah chirped up. "I've got it covered."
"Please wait." Marcelo held up a large palm, but Ellen was looking over at Sarah, too angry to let it go.
"What do you mean, you have it covered?" she asked.
Sarah ignored the question. "Marcelo, Ellen refused to talk with my source, Julia Guest, so I did and wrote it up. I think it puts a human face on the issue quite nicely." She handed him some sheets from a stack she cradled against her chest. "Check it out."
Ellen felt stunned. Sarah had just stuck a knife in her back. The girl wanted her job and was taking no prisoners.
"Who's this source again?" Marcelo was asking, eyeing the pages.
"She's been active in the efforts to stop the violence and has or ganized the community on the issue. She knows all the players and she feeds to the Mayor's Office."
"What's her stake in this?"
"She organized last month's demonstrations and one of the vigils."
"Is she in local politics?"
"Not officially."
"Thanks, but that's not what I had in mind." Marcelo, troubled, handed her back the pages. "It sounds to me as if she has no stake. If she doesn't have a stake, she's not the story."
Ellen cleared her throat. "I interviewed one of the mothers who lost a son, a second-grader who was murdered. I also spoke with the boy's teacher and the funeral director who prepared his body."
Sal whistled. "Grieving mothers are a homerun."
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