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Grace hesitated. “Where does she live?”
“A condo in Bedminster. Shouldn’t take us more than thirty minutes to get there.”
Cram came back into view. Scott Duncan nodded toward him.
“So what’s with that scary guy?” Duncan asked.
“I can’t go with you now.”
“Why not?”
“I have the kids. I can’t just leave them here.”
“Bring them along. There’s a playground right there. We won’t take long.”
Cram came to the door now. He beckoned with his hand for Grace. She said, “Excuse me” and headed toward Cram. Scott Duncan stayed where he was.
“What is it?” she asked Cram.
“Emma. She’s upstairs crying.”
Grace found her daughter in classic cry position—facedown on her bed, pillow over her head. The sound was muted. It had been a while since Emma had cried like this. Grace sat on the edge of the bed. She knew what was coming. When Emma could speak, she asked where Daddy was. Grace told her that he was on a business trip. Emma said that she didn’t believe her. That it was a lie. Emma demanded to know the truth. Grace repeated that Jack was just on a business trip. That everything was fine. Emma pushed. Where was he? Why hadn’t Daddy called? When was he coming home? Grace made up rationales that sounded pretty believable in her ears—he was really busy, he was traveling in Europe, London right now, didn’t know how long he’d be gone, he had called but Emma had been sleeping, remember that London is in a different time zone.
Did Emma buy it? Who knew?
Child-rearing experts—those namby-pamby, lobotomy-voiced Ph.D.s on cable TV—would probably tsk-tsk, but Grace was not one of those tell-kids-everything parents. Above all else a mother’s job was to protect. Emma was not old enough to handle the truth. Plain and simple. Deception was a necessary part of parenting. Of course Grace could be wrong—she knew that—but the old adage is true: Kids don’t come with instructions. We all mess up. Raising a child is pure impromptu.
A few minutes later she told Max and Emma to get ready. They were going for a ride. Both children grabbed their Game Boys and piled into the back of the car. Scott Duncan moved toward the passenger seat. Cram cut him off.
“Problem?” Duncan said.
“I want to talk to Ms. Lawson before you go. Stay here.”
Duncan snapped a sarcastic salute. Cram gave him a look that could have held back a weather front. He and Grace stepped into the back room. Cram closed the door.
“You know you shouldn’t go with him.”
“Maybe not. But I have to.”
Cram chewed on his lower lip. He didn’t like it, but he understood. “Do you carry a purse?”
“Yes.”
“Let me see it.”
She showed it to him. Cram pulled a gun out of his waist. It was small, almost toylike. “This is a Glock nine-millimeter, model 26.”
Grace held up her hands. “I don’t want that.”
“Keep it in your purse. You can also wear it in an ankle holster but you’ll need long pants.”
“I’ve never fired a gun in my life.”
“Experience is overrated. You aim for the middle of the chest, you squeeze the trigger. It’s not complicated.”
“I don’t like weapons.”
Cram shook his head.
“What?”
“Maybe I’m mistaken, but didn’t somebody threaten your daughter today?”
That made her pause. Cram put the gun in her purse. She did not fight him.
“How long are you going to be gone?” Cram asked.
“Couple of hours, tops.”
“Mr. Vespa will be here at 7 P.M. He says it’s important that he speaks to you.”
“I’ll be here.”
“You sure you trust this Duncan guy?”
“I’m not sure. But I think we’re safe with him.”
Cram nodded. “Let me add a little insurance on that front.”
“How?”
Cram said nothing. He escorted her back. Scott Duncan was on his cell phone. Grace did not like what she saw on Duncan’s face. He finished up his call when he spotted them.
“What?”
Scott Duncan shook his head. “Can we go now?”
Cram walked toward him. Duncan did not back down, but there was definitely an understandable flinch. Cram stopped directly in front of him, stuck out his hand, wiggled his fingers. “Let me see your wallet.”
“Pardon me?”
“Do I look like the kind of guy who enjoys repeating himself?”
Scott Duncan glanced at Grace. She nodded. Cram still had the fingers wiggling. Duncan handed Cram his wallet. Cram brought it over to a table and sat down. He quickly rifled through the contents, taking notes.
“What are you doing?” Duncan asked.
“While you’re gone, Mr. Duncan, I’m going to learn everything about you.” He looked up. “If Ms. Lawson is harmed in any way, my response will be”—Cram stopped, looked up as though searching for the word—“disproportionate. I make myself clear?”
Duncan looked at Grace. “Who the hell is this guy?”
Grace was already moving toward the door. “We’ll be fine, Cram.”
Cram shrugged, tossed Duncan his wallet. “Have a delightful drive.”
No one talked for the first five minutes of the ride. Max and Emma used their headphones with the Game Boys. Grace had bought the headphones recently because the beeps and buzzes and Luigi shouting “Mamma Mia!” every two minutes gave her a headache. Scott Duncan sat next to her with his hands in his lap.
“So who was on the phone?” Grace asked.
“A coroner.”
Grace waited.
“Remember how I told you that I had my sister’s body exhumed?” he said.
“Yes.”
“The police didn’t really see a need for it. Too expensive. I understand, I guess. Anyway I paid for it myself. I know this person, used to work for a country M.E., who does private autopsies.”
“And he’s the one who called you?”
“It’s a she. Her name is Sally Li.”
“And?”
“And she says she needs to see me right away.” Duncan looked over at her. “Her office is in Livingston. We can hit it on the way back.” He turned back away. “I’d like you to come with me, if that’s okay.”
“To a morgue?”
“No, nothing like that. Sally does the actual autopsy work at St. Barnabas Hospital. This is just an office where she does her paperwork. There’s a waiting room we can stick the kids in.”
