Stolen In The Night Part 23

"I'm saying that a person's DNA sample is always going to be a perfect match of itself. No extra markers. No differences. A perfect match. My lab guy found other markers."

"Then they were Phoebe's cells," she said.

Ben shook his head. "No. My guy checked for that. It was not Nelson who was in league with Lazarus. It was not Nelson who killed Phoebe," Ben said. "It wasn't. That's not speculation. It's fact."

"NO," Tess wailed in protest. "How could the sample be mistaken for Nelson's? What are the chances of that happening? Are you saying that the guy at the state lab lied deliberately? Why would he do that? It makes no sense."

"No. I'm not saying that he lied. There were markers that matched."

Tess shook her head. "I'm utterly confused. What the h.e.l.l are you saying? Some markers matched by coincidence?"

"Not at all," said Ben. "Not coincidence. It wasn't Nelson who killed Phoebe. But it was someone related to him."

Tess stared at his grave face and felt her heart flip over like an acrobat on a trapeze. She was not exactly sure of the implications, but she understood the central point. "Related to him?"

Ben nodded. "I was with Nelson when the report came in. It wasn't until I explained the science to him that the light dawned. I could see it in his eyes. Something suddenly made sense to him that had never made sense to him before. I tried to get him to tell me, but he absolutely refused. But he'd realized the truth. And I think it got him killed," said Ben.

Tess was s.h.i.+vering as she considered what he had just told her. Then she had another thought. "Nelson had no children," Tess said, looking into Ben's intelligent crystalline eyes.

Ben glanced at the front door of the inn, which was still tightly shut. Then he looked back into Tess's eyes. "He has a nephew," Ben said.

CHAPTER 24.

Tess's heart lurched in her chest. "Chief Bosworth?" she whispered.

"Rusty Bosworth is the son of Nelson's sister."

"He's the chief of police," said Tess.

Ben gazed at her somberly. "That's why I wanted to talk to you out here, where we wouldn't be overheard," he said.

Tess clutched the sleeve of his jacket as if to steady herself. "Are you saying you think he could have done these things...?" she whispered.

"I don't know, Tess. What I do know is that we can't go to the local police with our suspicions."

"Who can we go to?"

Ben frowned. "Well, the state police or the FBI. I have to tread carefully, though. We need proof. Not conjecture."

Tess shook her head as if she could not take it in. "Are there any other siblings. Cousins?"

"Well, we need to find out before we start accusing the police chief," said Ben.

Tess looked at him with keen, troubled eyes. "I don't get it. Why are you helping me now? Why did you come here and tell me this?" she asked.

Tess saw the blush which moved up his neck to his cheeks.

"Because it's you," he said. "It's your son." He turned and looked her directly in the eyes. "Because it seems like you are all I think about these days."

Tess looked at him in amazement. Before she could form a reply, a white truck came rumbling down the gravel driveway and pulled up in front of the inn. Jake jumped out of the driver's seat. He opened the van doors, pulled out a long stick, and came walking toward Tess and Ben.

"Hey, Tess," Jake said with a forced heartiness. "Are you speaking to me yet? Tell Erny I'm here. I brought back his fis.h.i.+ng pole." Jake looked fondly, and with a certain pride, at the pole he was holding. "He did a good job. Clever little guy. Look how he made it. He used a garden stake, a piece of twine. He even put a lure on it," said Jake, plinking his thumb and forefinger against the piece of metal tied to the end of the line.

Tess stood up and stared at her brother. All her anger at him melted away at the sight of his familiar face. "Jake, where have you been? You don't know what happened?" she asked.

Jake stood the pole up carefully against the lattice behind the bench and looked at Tess warily. "No. After I picked up the fis.h.i.+ng pole I had to drive to North Conway for supplies. Why? What happened?"

Ben stood up also and put a protective hand on Tess's shoulder. "Erny has...disappeared," he said. "We think he was abducted by Nelson Abbott's killer."

"What?" Jake yelped. "Killer...? Wait a minute. Nelson was killed? Who did it? How did they get ahold of Erny?"

Tess saw the genuine bewilderment in her brother's eyes. She needed to back up and explain. "This morning, we took a canoe ride to the beach at the campground. Erny and me. Someone had dumped Nelson's body there. He was getting ready to bury it, we think. Anyway, Erny went into the woods, looking for twigs...and he must have seen..." Tess dissolved into tears. She shook her head, unable to continue.

"Jesus, Tess..." Jake rushed to his sister, wrapping his arms around her. Tess huddled against her brother's broad familiar shoulder. She felt his empathy, his support, as he enfolded her. He only wanted to comfort her. Not, she thought ruefully, to berate her for letting Erny out of her sight, the way she had berated him for the same sin only a day earlier. It would never have occurred to him to do that, she realized, as a sob escaped from her throat.

Before Tess could regain her composure and tell him she was sorry, there was the sound of a siren's wail and the roar of a car engine. A black-and-white police car, its roof light flas.h.i.+ng, rounded the curve of the driveway and sped into the circle in front of the inn. It squealed to a stop behind Jake's truck, spraying gravel to the sides of its wheels. Another siren could already be heard coming toward them down the driveway. The front door of the inn opened and the plainclothes officers who had been in the hallway came outside, with Dawn following hard on their heels.

Two officers jumped from the first car, guns drawn and approaching cautiously.

"Jake DeGraff?" said the first uniformed officer who had emerged from the car.

Jake let go of Tess and looked at the police, perplexed. "Yeah," he said. "I'm Jake DeGraff."

A second police car roared up beside the first and stopped short. Two more policemen got out and waited by their car.

"What the h.e.l.l?" said Jake.

"Your truck was spotted on the road into town heading in this direction. Do you have the boy?" the second cop from the squad car asked.

"What boy?" Jake asked, incredulous.

"Your nephew. Erny."

"Of course I don't have him. I just found out he's been kidnapped!"

"We have orders to bring you in for questioning, sir, in the murder of Nelson Abbott," said the first uniformed officer.

"I didn't kill that son of a b.i.t.c.h," Jake protested.

Chuck Virgilio, the plainclothes cop with the mustache, said, "You'll have to go with them, Mr. DeGraff."

Jake looked at Tess. "Tess, tell them. I didn't even know Abbott was dead..."

Tess appealed to Officer Virgilio. "My brother couldn't have done this. He wouldn't have taken Erny. It's Erny you should be looking for. Every minute that goes by, my son's life is in danger."

"Sorry, ma'am," said the uniformed cop from the patrol car. "We have orders to pick your brother up. He threatened the murder victim within earshot of a lot of people. So we are going to bring him in. Are you going to come with us voluntarily, Mr. DeGraff, or do I have to arrest you?"

Dawn, who had been standing quietly by, watching with huge haunted eyes, suddenly approached the officer with raised fists and began to shout. "Stop this! Now! Leave my son alone. Why are you people persecuting us?"

The officer turned on her. "You'd better calm down or you'll find yourself down at the station, too."

"Watch how you talk to my mother," Jake warned him.

"No, Jake. Don't. I'm all right," said Dawn.

Ben took a step toward Jake and spoke in a low quick voice. "Jake, go with the police," said Ben. "Don't make trouble. I'll come with you."

"Who are you?" Jake demanded.

"Ben Ramsey. I'm an attorney."

The light of recognition dawned in Jake's eyes. "Ramsey. You're the one who was working for...who got Lazarus..." Jake sputtered. "You were the one who was defending Nelson."

Tess grabbed her brother's arm and spoke quickly into his angry suspicious face. "Let him help you, Jake."

"What are you talking about, Tess? This is the enemy."

"No, Jake, listen. He knows...what we're up against." Tess exchanged a serious glance with Ben. "Someone...could be looking for a scapegoat. Don't let them use my brother, okay?"

Ben nodded, unsmiling, understanding exactly what she meant. "Nothing will get by me," he said. "I promise you."

"Mr. DeGraff," said one of the uniformed cops. "You can go peacefully or we'll put these cuffs on you. Your call."

"Jake, we'll go down there with them and I'm sure in no time we can straighten this out," said Ben. "There has to be someone who remembers seeing you in North Conway. Or a surveillance camera tape. Don't worry. We'll corroborate your alibi."

"Alibi? Why do I need an alibi?"

"Mr. DeGraff," the cop snapped.

"Jake," said Tess. "Let Ben help you. He's the best at what he does. Who knows that better than us?"

"All right. All right," said Jake irritably. "But this is just c.r.a.p."

"I'd come, too, but...Erny," said Tess. "Someone might call."

"I'm going with him," Dawn insisted. "I'm going with my son."

"No. Mom, stay with Tess," said Jake. "I'll be okay. I didn't do anything wrong. Call Julie. She's at work. Tell her about this. Go on, Mom. You call her. I'll be fine."

As the uniformed officers led Jake to the squad car, Officer Virgilio opened the door of the inn for Dawn. Dawn marched past him without acknowledging his gesture.

"Tess," said Ben. "I'll be back with your brother as soon as I can. You sit tight. Don't worry. We're going to get Erny back."

Tess nodded numbly and watched as the uniformed officers accompanied Jake and nudged him into the backseat of the patrol car. Ben quickly ducked into his car and fired up the engine.

Tess watched them leave the driveway in a caravan, headed for the police station. Standing alone in the driveway, she began to s.h.i.+ver uncontrollably. She felt as if she were coming apart inside, fracturing into a thousand pieces. No, she told herself. NO. Keep it together. If Ben's theory was right, the police could be working against her, covering up for their chief. One thing was for sure. She could not wait around here, hoping the police would rescue her son. Even if they weren't in collusion with the chief, the last person they would ever treat as a suspect was Chief Bosworth. You have to do it, she thought. You have to do something.

Tess's heart was thudding and her insides were ajitter. Get a grip, she thought. This isn't helping. She wanted to just collapse in a heap on the gravel driveway and hide her head in her arms. Stop it, she thought. Concentrate. She forced herself to think about the DNA results and Rusty Bosworth. Could the police chief have hidden her son somewhere? If he did, she thought, trying to find a shred of hope, maybe that gave her a little time. At least Erny might be safe for the moment. The chief would be in the public eye all day because of this high-profile murder of Nelson Abbott. If she could find his house, maybe she would find her son there. Tess fumbled in her jacket pocket and found her cell phone. She dialed information and asked for Chief Bosworth's number. "It's on...Maple Road," she said, fabricating an address, hoping the operator would supply the correct address.

While Tess waited for the operator to respond, her thoughts raced. Could Rusty Bosworth have been the long-ago accomplice of Lazarus Abbott? They were cousins, close in age. Summers, they worked together, helping Nelson. In a way, it made sense.

The operator came back on the line. "I'm sorry, that number is unlisted."

"Unlisted? No. It's very important..."

The operator clicked off, leaving Tess staring at her phone. Don't panic, she told herself. Someone will know. Julie, she thought. Quickly she punched Jake's number on her directory. In a moment, she heard Julie's voice sounding frantic.

"What is going on, Tess? I'm talking to your mother on the other line. Dawn said that Jake has been arrested! For taking Erny? That's insane. How could they possibly think that Jake would do that? To his own nephew?"

Tess couldn't take the time to speculate. "Jake will be all right. He has an attorney with him. Listen, I need your help."

"I've got to get to the police station, Tess."

"Julie, listen to me. I need you to help me. Where does Chief Bosworth live?"

"Rusty Bosworth? What's that got to do with anything?"

"Julie, you know everybody in this town. Where does he live?"

"I don't know. He and Charmaine had a house but they separated and he moved out. I don't know where he lives now. Look in the phone book."

"I tried information. He's unlisted."

"Tess, what is this all about?"

"Julie, can you help me or not?" Tess demanded.

"I don't know," said Julie. "Ask Charmaine. She has a place on Main Street. A ma.s.sage place. She'll know."

Immediately Tess realized why the unusual name sounded familiar. She remembered Jake pointing out the ma.s.sage parlor to her and making a joke about Rusty Bosworth's wife. "Right," said Tess. "They're divorced. Right?"

"Separated," said Julie. "I have to go, Tess."

"Okay. Thanks, Julie." Charmaine would know where her estranged husband lived, Tess thought. She would also know if Rusty had any other blood relations who might fit the DNA profile. "What's her place called?"

"Stressless," said Julie. "It's called Stressless."