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He glanced at her. “Why?”
“Well, it might jog something in your memory that could help us.”
“Knox, I don’t remember anything—” Puller stopped and looked out the car window.
“What?” asked Knox.
Puller was thinking about all the things he hadn’t remembered from that night, until his brother had set him straight.
“I…I seemed to have some selective memories from back then,” he said.
“Then we should go in.”
“It’s locked up.”
“I’m not sure that’s ever stopped you
before.”
He looked at her. “Well, I know it’s never stopped you before. Since I’ve seen you pick a lock on a house, go in, and shoot the person inside.”
“That’s hardly fair, since she was trying to kill me.”
Puller opened the car door. “Let’s go.”
They approached from the front, and because the street was empty, Puller allowed Knox to quickly pick the door lock. They stepped inside and Puller closed the door behind them as Knox put away her pick tools. He looked around while Knox watched him closely.
“Changed much?”
He shook his head. “The Army’s not much into decoration. The bones stay pretty much the same. You can change the paint, but when you leave you have to put it back to Army cream white. SOP.”
There was no furniture left in the house. That made it seem bigger to Puller than it actually had been.
They cleared the first floor except for the bathroom. He went in there and peered out the window, which overlooked the backyard.
Knox looked over his shoulder. “Is this the window she was looking out when you saw her last?”
He nodded. “But the thing is, Knox, that was in the afternoon and she didn’t leave until after we had our dinner.”
“So you saw her again then?”
He closed the bathroom door. “Only I don’t seem to recall it. Bobby told me.”
“Okay, you had dinner, you said. Let’s go into the dining room again and see if something hits you.”
They walked into the small dining area off the kitchen. Puller leaned against a wall and studied the space.
He closed his eyes and thought back thirty years ago. The only thing was that people’s memories were notoriously bad. That was why eyewitness testimony was so unreliable. Most couldn’t remember what they were doing the week before at any precise time, much less three decades back. The brain wasn’t really a computer, regurgitating pure facts. It was flavored with all sorts of human things, like embellishment, hope, sorrow, selective recall. Humans were the kings of revisionist remembering.
We all want to look and sound better than we actually do.
But Puller was an Army investigator. Thus he held himself to a higher standard than that.
His brow furrowed as he thought back. Nothing added, nothing subtracted.
Just remember, John. Just remember exactly as it was back then on that day, at that hour.
“There was a phone call,” he said, opening his eyes.
“A phone call? From whom?”
“I don’t know. But Mom was finishing up making dinner. The phone rang and she went to answer it. There were no cell phones back then. It was the landline.” He pointed to a spot on the kitchen wall. “It was over there.”
“Did you hear her talking on it? Where was your brother?”
“Bobby was outside. He might not have even heard it ring. And no, I didn’t hear her talking on it. But I do remember walking around that corner after she got off and seeing her face. She was upset.” He grabbed his phone and punched in a number from memory.
Carol Powers answered on the second ring.
“Carol, it’s John Puller. Listen, you said when we talked before that it was lucky you were home because your boyfriend canceled, otherwise you couldn’t have babysat us?”
“That’s right.”
“So wherever my mom went that night, it probably wasn’t planned? I mean, it was last-minute if she called the same day?”
“I guess not. I mean she might have arranged previously with someone else to babysit and that fell through, but I sort of doubt it. I lived right there and your mom usually called me first.”
“Did you tell anyone that when they were investigating her disappearance? That it seemed to be last-minute?”
“Um, well, no, no one asked me that specifically. They just wanted to know when I got there and if your mom had said anything to me about where she was going. And that’s what I told them. Did I mess up, John? Should I have told them it wasn’t planned?”
“It’s not your fault, Carol. It’s their job to ask. Thanks.”
He put away his phone and looked at Knox.
“Cause and effect?” she said. “She gets the phone call and decides to go out. She calls the babysitter and dresses in her Sunday best.”
“I wonder if they checked the phone records back then?”
“You’d think it would have been in the report if they had. And I don’t remember seeing anything like that. And there’s no way those phone records would be around now. Thirty years ago I think it was one of the Baby Bells running the phone service down here.”
“So she got a call that made her change her plans and go out. And she never came back.”
“You’re sure you heard nothing that was said on that call?”
He shook his head. “I came in as she was hanging up. I just saw her face. She looked upset. But when she saw me she smiled. Then she had me help with making dinner.”
“Your memory is definitely coming back since you walked in that door.”
He nodded. “But I can’t remember what I never knew. And I don’t know who made that call or what was said.” He looked at Knox. “I know it’s a long shot, but can you check with some of your people and see if there’s any way in the world we could get the phone number of who called her on that day?”
“I can try, Puller. But, like I said, it’s a really long shot.”
“And sometimes those pay off.”
“But why not have CID do it? They can pull those records, if they exist, as easily as I can.”
Puller didn’t answer her.
Knox moved closer to him. “Do you think it’s your sole responsibility to solve this case?”
“Well, I didn’t do much work on it over the last thirty years,” he shot back.
“You were a kid when it happened.”
“But I haven’t been a kid for a long time.”
“And when you were in a position to do something about it, the case was long since cold. And it seems to me you had other things on your plate. Like fighting in two wars for starters. And then the Army isn’t really well known for letting its people go off on a lark and try to solve a case on their own just because they want to.”
“You can make all the excuses in the world, Knox, and so can I, but it still won’t change things.”
“But Father Rooney pretty much cleared your father of any involvement in her disappearance.”
“No he didn’t. He doesn’t know that for a fact, and neither do I. My father was here on that day. He came back early and didn’t
