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I learned that the grocer, Mrs. Dean, was planning to leave her husband when their last child, Rob, went off to college. I learned that Mr. Martin told his wife he was looking for work, when really, he was just driving around, knowing there were no jobs for a fifty-
year-old mill worker. I learned that Emily Rossi was sneaking into empty buildings to meet Rob Dean, though her parents told her she wasn't supposed to see him anymore, and they were planning to run away after they graduated high school. All very interesting, even if it didn't add anything to my investigation.
When we got back to Kayla's place, Michael was still talking with Paula. That made Kayla decide to play outside. I went inside and asked Michael if I could speak to Paula alone. He was cool with that. I sat her down at the kitchen table and told her that Kayla overheard Ginny say she didn't want Kayla around--at all. Then I told her how Kayla had seen Ginny with Cody's friend.
That last part was tough. I'm not sure what was worse, explaining it or seeing Paula's reaction. She was horrified ... and guilt-stricken that she hadn't known. Kayla had gone to a therapist after her mom died, she said, and she was going to get in touch with the woman again.
I WALKED BACK to the motel after that, and on my way, I called Jesse with a rundown of my progress. I mentioned the tire blowout, but downplayed it. I told him I was going out with Michael and, no, it wasn't to trick him into giving away leads. I was hoping that after the tips I'd given him, he'd willingly offer some of his own.
Jesse was a little nervous about bringing Michael into the investigation. Typical ex-con--wary of cops and their motivations. I assured him we weren't teaming up. Nor, though, was I going to turn down the opportunity to share information with him.
I called Adam, too, in case I didn't get a chance later. No, I wasn't planning to bring Michael to my room, however well the evening went. Been there, done that. In my late teens I'd gone through a phase where I'd decided relationships, even short-term, weren't my thing. Sex was, though. Ergo, I had sex without the relationship. Which was fine at the time, but the appeal wore off. These days I took my time.
I updated Adam on the case, then we chatted until I reached the motel, and I realized Michael would be picking me up in about ten minutes.
"I'll call you tomorrow afternoon," I said.
"With any luck, I'll already be on my way there."
"Here?"
"Um, yeah. That's what I said, right? That I'd swing by after the conference? Help you out?" When I didn't answer, he said, "I won't get in the way, Savannah. I'm just coming to help. And wake up after this conference. I'm in serious need of an adventure fix."
I laughed. "I can believe that. All right then. Just don't rush, okay?" I paused. "That didn't come out right. What I mean is--"
"--that you're handling it just fine and you don't need me breathing down your neck. I won't."
"Thank you."
I'D TOLD MICHAEL to dress casual. I only had the one dress and he'd seen it. For tonight, I went with a nice blouse, then waited until Michael got out of his car, saw he was wearing chinos, and decided I could get away with jeans.
I stuck to boots with low heels, though. I used to strap on three inches and didn't care if it made me taller than the guy. It was a test. Most failed. I'd learned to tone it down. The high heels still came out, just a little later.
When Michael handed me his keys again, I knew I could have worn the heels. A guy who was cool with me being in the driver's seat wouldn't have minded me being an inch taller.
"Did you get a chance to talk to Kayla?" I asked.
"I tried, but she's decided I'm an asshole, and she's not budging. Paula was great, though, and I'm not really comfortable interviewing a kid." He glanced over at me. "Thanks, too, for the tips. I really appreciated that. In return I should tell you that I might know why Claire was talking to Cody. She didn't come here to join the commune. She came here to investigate it."
"I thought she was a student."
"She was. But she had a friend--Tamara--who joined the commune, and left after Ginny and Brandi died. Something had happened, Claire was sure of it, but she couldn't get anything out of her. Then Tamara took off and Claire couldn't find her. No one could."
"She disappeared?"
He nodded. "Claire was afraid whatever happened to her was connected to the commune. I helped Tamara's family file a missing person's report but ... let's just say they weren't the most engaged parents in the world. They as much as told the police they figured Claire was overreacting and Tamara just took off, which meant there wasn't much hope of an actual investigation."
"So she launched her own. And you knew about it?"
"No. Claire and I ..." He took a deep breath. "We're half siblings. Her mom married my dad after she was born, which was the soonest he could get a divorce from my mom."
"Ouch."
"Yeah. It's an old story. Dad knocks up his secretary and has to choose a family. He picked them. Mom tried to keep that from me, but I figured it out pretty fast. I didn't want to have anything to do with his new family, and he was fine with that. He wanted a complete do-over. I saw Claire maybe five times growing up. Then, the week she started college, she called, wanting to see me. I wasn't really looking for a baby sister, but if she wanted to make contact, that was fine."
He eased back in his seat. "That first lunch was hellishly awkward. But ... there was something there. Enough for me to look her up when I had a seminar near her college the next month. We eventually got to the whole brother and sister thing. Calls every few weeks, e-mails, visits when we were nearby, Christmas and birthday presents.
"When Tamara joined Alastair Koppel's group, Claire called me. Tamara and Claire had been friends forever. Grew up together, double-dated, planned to go to college together. Tamara didn't get in the same one as Claire, though, so they drifted apart over the next couple of years. Still kept in touch, just ... drifted. Claire blamed herself for that. She got caught up in school and made new friends. Tamara was struggling, and Claire knew it, and kept telling herself they'd spend this summer together and everything would be fine."
