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"Katie, wait—"
"Not tonight, Tul. Im exhausted. "
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Tully was worried about Kate and Marah. For most of the past week, shed tried to figure out how to fix things between them, but nothing had come to her. Now she was at her desk, looking over her script notes for today.
Her phone rang. It was her assistant. "Tully. The McAdamses are here. From the rehab show. "
"Send them in. "
The couple that walked through her door on that icy November morning bore only the most surface resemblance to the people whod been on her first live show. Mr. McAdams had lost at least twenty pounds and no longer walked hunched over, with his head pulled down into his shoulders. Mrs. McAdams had cut her hair, put on makeup, and was smiling. "Wow," Tully said, "you two look great. Please, sit down. "
Mr. McAdams held his wifes hand. Together they sat down on the expensive black leather sofa that faced the windows. "Were sorry to bother you. We know how busy you are. "
"Im never too busy for friends," Tully said, giving them her PR smile. Hitching one leg over the end of her desk, she looked down at them.
"We just wanted to say thank you," Mrs. McAdams said. "I dont know if you know anyone with a drug or alcohol problem . . . "
Tullys smile faded. "I do, actually. "
"We can be mean and selfish and angry and resistant. I wanted to change. Lord knows, I wanted to quit every day, but I didnt. Until you put the spotlight on me and I actually saw my life. "
"You cant imagine how youve helped us," Mr. McAdams said. "We just wanted to say thank you. "
Tully was so moved by their words it took her a moment to respond. "Thats what I wanted to do with the live show: change someones life. It means a lot to me that it worked. "
Her phone rang.
"Excuse me. " She answered it. "What is it?"
"John is on line one, Tully. "
"Thanks. Put him through. " When he came on the line, she said, "Too lazy to walk fifty feet to my office? You must be getting old, Johnny. "
"I need to talk to you, and not over the phone. Can I buy you a beer?"
"Where and when?"
"Virginia Inn?"
She laughed. "God, I havent been there in years. "
"Liar. Come to my office at three-thirty. "
She hung up the phone and turned her attention back to the McAdamses, who were standing now.
"Well," Mr. McAdams said, "weve said what we came to. I hope you can help other folks like youve done for us. "
She went to them, shook their hands. "Thank you. If you dont mind, can I schedule a follow-up show for next year? To show America your progress. "
"Sure. "
She walked them to the door, said goodbye, and went back to her desk. For the next few hours, while she made notes for tomorrows show, she found herself smiling.
Shed done some good with her show. Shed changed the McAdamses lives.
At three-thirty, she closed up the folder, grabbed her coat, and went to Johnnys office. Together, talking about ideas for the upcoming shows, they walked up the block toward the Public Market and turned into the dank, smoky bar on the corner.
He led her to the back wall, took a seat at one of the small wooden tables by the window. Before she even sat down, he flagged down a waitress, ordered a Corona for himself and a dirty martini for her. She waited until the drinks were delivered before she said, "Okay, whats wrong?"
"Have you talked to Kate lately?"
"No. I think shes pissed at me over the concert. Or maybe its still the modeling thing. Why?"
He ran a hand through his unruly hair. "I cant believe Im going to say this about my own daughter, but Marahs being a first-rate bitch. Slamming doors, yelling at her brothers, ignoring her curfew, refusing to do her chores. She and Kate battle all day, every day. Its wearing Kate out. Shes lost weight. Isnt sleeping. "
"Have you thought about boarding school?"
"Kate would never go. " He smiled tiredly at his own joke. "Honest to God, Tully. Im worried about her. Will you talk to her?"
"Of course, but it sounds like she needs more than a friendly talk. Should she see someone?"
"Like a shrink? I dont know. "
"Depression is common in at-home moms. Remember that show we did on it?"
"Thats what worries me. I need you to find out if its something I should worry about or not. You know her so well. "
Tully reached for her drink. "You can count on me. "
He smiled, but it looked tired. "I know that. "
On Saturday, Tully called Johnny first thing in the morning. "Ive got it," she said when he answered.
"What are you going to do?"
"Take her to the Salish Lodge. Get her relaxed and massaged. That sort of thing. And well talk. "
"Shell tell you shes busy and blow you off. "
"Then Ill kidnap her. "
"You think you can make it work?"
"Have you ever seen me fail?"
"Okay. Ill pack a bag and leave it by the door, then Ill take the kids out so shell have no excuses. " He paused. "Thanks, Tully. Shes lucky to have a friend like you. "
Tully ended that call and immediately made another one, and then another.
By nine A. M. , she had everything set up. Packing quickly, she threw what she needed in her car and drove to a store on Capitol Hill for a few supplies, then continued to the ferry. The wait on shore and then the crossing seemed to take forever, but eventually she drove into Kates driveway.
The front yard had a wild, untended look about it, as if long ago a young mother had spent her spring months outside, planting bulbs and perennials, with her babies in blankets on the grass around her, and over the years, as those kids had grown up and chosen their own summer pursuits, the time for gardening had been lost. All those plants still thrived in the short, hot blast of a Northwest summer, though, returning year after year as reminders of an earlier time, growing up and out and into one another, just like the family that lived in the house. Now, in the midst of a cold, gray Novembers day, every plant looked leggy and brown. Leaves lay strewn everywhere, multicolored splashes hung on dying roses.
Tully parked her Mercedes in front of the garage and got out. As she picked her way through the bikes and skateboards and action figures strewn across the gravel path, she couldnt help admiring how homey this place was, even at this time of year. The shingled house, built in the twenties for a wealthy lumber barons weekends, wore a new, crisp coat of caramel-hued stain; bright glossy white trim outlined the mullioned windows, beneath which were flower boxes filled with the last blooming geraniums of the season.
On the front porch, she squeezed past a freestanding clown/punching bag and knocked on the door.
Kate answered, wearing a pair of worn black leggings and an oversized T-shirt. With her blond hair badly in need of both a cut and a color, she looked ragged. Worn out. "Oh," she said, tucking the hair behind her right ear. "What a nice surprise. "
"Im going to ask you once, nicely, to come with me. "
"What do you mean, come with you? Im right in the middle of something. The boys Little League team is having a quilting fundraiser. As soon as I finish—"
Tully pulled a bright yellow squirt gun out of her pocket and pointed it at Kate. "Dont make me shoot you. "
"Youre going to shoot me?"
"I am. "
"Look, I know how much you love drama, but I dont have time for it today. Ive got to quilt about fifty bits of fabric before—"
Tully pulled the trigger. A stream of cold water snaked through the air and hit Kate full in the chest. Moisture seeped through her cotton T-shirt, leaving a stain.
"What the—"
"This is a kidnapping. Dont make me aim for your face, although you appear to need a shower, frankly. "
"Are you trying to piss me off?"
She handed Kate a black blindfold. "I had to go into that creepy sex toys store on
Kate looked utterly confused, as if she didnt quite know if she should laugh or be pissed. "I cant just leave. Johnny and the kids will be back in an hour, and I need to—"
"No, they wont. " Tully looked past her, into the cluttered living room. "Theres your suitcase. "
Kate spun around. "How—"
"Johnny packed it this morning. Hes my accomplice. Or my alibi, if you give me trouble. Now get your suitcase. "
"You expect me to go somewhere with only the things my husband thinks I need? Ill open that suitcase and find sexy lingerie, a toothbrush, and clothes I outgrew two years ago. "
Tully shook the blindfold. "Put it on or Im going to shoot you again. " She started to squeeze the trigger.
Finally Kate threw up her hands. "Fine. You win. " She put on the blindfold, saying, "You know, of course, that intelligent criminals blindfold their victims before the crime. I think it has something to do with thwarting identification. "
Tully bit back a smile and went into the living room, where she grabbed the suitcase and then gently guided Kate to the car.
"Its not every kidnap victim that gets to ride in a Mercedes. "
Tully popped a CD into the stereo. Within minutes they were rocketing across the Agate Pass Bridge, and winding their way through the reservation land, where the local tribes boarded-up fireworks stands lined the highway.
"Where are we going?" Kate asked.
"Thats my business, not yours. " Tully turned up the volume on Madonna singing "Papa Dont Preach. " In no time at all they were singing along. They knew the words to one song after another, and every song took them back in time to when they were young. Madonna. Chicago. The Boss. The Eagles. Prince. Queen. "Bohemian Rhapsody" was their particular favorite sing-along. They tossed their heads in time with the music in a perfect imitation of Garth and Wayne.
It was just past two oclock when Tully pulled into the driveway of their destination. "Were here. The doorman is looking at you funny so you might want to remove the blindfold. "
Kate whipped it off just as the doorman welcomed her to the Salish Lodge and opened her door. As if from everywhere at once, they could hear the distant roaring of Snoqualmie Falls, but from here they couldnt actually see it. The ground vibrated with the force of the falling water. The air was heavy and moist.
Tully led the way to the front desk, checked in, and followed the bellman to their room, which was a corner suite with two bedrooms, a fireplace in the sitting room, and view of the rushing, whitecapped Snoqualmie River as it moved toward the falls.
The bellman gave her their spa schedule; she gave him a healthy tip, and then she and Kate were alone.
"First things first," Tully said. Shed been on television long enough to know when a script was needed. Shed devised a format and schedule for the entire duration of their stay. She opened her suitcase, pulled out two limes, a shaker of salt, and the most ridiculously overpriced tequila shed ever seen. "Straight shots. "
"You are insane," Kate said. "I havent had a straight shot since—"
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