She could tell he wanted to argue with her, but she didn’t give him the opportunity.
“Now you’re angry with me,” she said, “and I admit it was wrong to go behind your back. But you let me walk away because that sense of righteous indignation was more valuable to you than your love for me.”
He opened his mouth to challenge her, but apparently changed his mind. He paced, his steps speeding up, then slowing as he went through some internal argument. “What should I do?”
“Look in your heart. Work on your attitude, your unwillingness to release all this pain.”
Jon shook his head, hopelessly this time, as if she was asking the impossible. “You make it sound so easy.”
“I know it can’t be.”
He sighed deeply and his shoulders sagged in defeat. “You’re welcome to keep in touch with them if you want.”
“What about you?”
His jaw tightened. “I’ll wait a while, but I’ll try, Maryellen. For you and Katie, I’ll try.”
In that moment, the cloud of depression that had hung over her since the miscarriage lifted. She held open her arms to Jon and was quickly engulfed in his embrace, with Katie between them.
“I can’t ask for more than that,” she whispered.
Chapter Fifty
Bob had been prepared to dislike Stewart Samuels, but in the days since he’d arrived in Cedar Cove, he’d had ample opportunity to gain a healthy respect for the other man.
Because of a meeting with some old friends from the police academy, Roy had been out of town. As soon as Corrie notified him that Samuels was in Cedar Cove, Roy had altered his travel plans and was due to get back late Monday morning.
By unspoken agreement, Stewart Samuels and Bob didn’t discuss Maxwell Russell. For the most part, Hannah had stayed out of sight during Stewart’s visits to the house. When Bob asked Peggy about it, his wife was eager to make excuses for her. For some reason, Samuels frightened the girl, but that didn’t really surprise Bob. He supposed it was because of Hannah’s wariness around men. She preferred her own company and often stayed in her room, where she read or watched television. Peggy was the only one with whom she seemed to feel comfortable.
Roy arrived a little after one on Monday afternoon, and to Bob’s surprise Troy Davis, the local sheriff, showed up with him. Stewart Samuels was already at the house when Bob answered the door. He led the two other men into the living room.
“Sit down,” Bob instructed everyone when the introductions had been made. Peggy quickly distributed coffee, then sat down next to Bob. He took her hand and they entwined their fingers.
Roy reached inside his pocket, pulling out a small notebook. “I have a couple of questions, if you don’t mind?” He looked at the sheriff as if seeking his approval.
“I’ll answer them if I can,” Samuels assured him, leaning forward slightly.
Roy nodded, his pen poised. “Tell me about the first time you met Russell after his accident.”
“We didn’t meet. Everything was handled over the phone.”
“That can’t be,” Peggy said and then instantly shrank back as if she wanted to retrieve the words. “I’m sorry. Go on.”
Samuels shrugged, obviously a little puzzled at the outburst. “I’m sure I’m right about this, Peggy. Max had the physician contact me to ask for my assistance in getting him into a veterans’ facility. He needed extensive plastic surgery. Apparently he had only limited health insurance.”
“You never went out to California to see him following the surgery?”
“Never.” Samuels was adamant. “I did speak to him a few times, however.”
“When was that?” Troy asked.
“I can’t recall the exact dates, but it was after he’d undergone surgery, which I understand was successful.”
“What did he want to know when he phoned?”
“Actually I was the one who called him,” the colonel explained. “The hospital social worker reported on his progress and suggested Max get some counseling. He suffered from post-traumatic stress syndrome. I urged him to sign up for the sessions.”
“Did he agree?”
“Yes. The doctor told me later that Max had a number of appointments and they seemed to be going well. I was encouraged the next time I talked to Max himself. I only spoke with his counselor once, but she seemed pleased with his progress.”
“Do you know of any reason he’d want to visit Cedar Cove?”
“None, except…” He hesitated and gazed down at his folded hands. “It might’ve had something to do with the therapy sessions-some desire to reconcile himself to what happened in Nam.” Samuels paused. “As I recall, he was tight with Dan Sherman back then.”
“Did he mention that he intended to visit Dan?” Roy asked.
“No. Like I said, I only talked to him two or three times.”
The sheriff spoke next. “When did you learn he’d been murdered?”
“When Mr. McAfee contacted me,” Samuels said, nodding toward Roy. “I’ve received intermittent communications since then, from Mr. McAfee and from you.”
“Peggy,” Troy began, turning to her. “You said something earlier.”
She shook her head nervously. “I’m sure I misunderstood.”
“Misunderstood what?” he pressed.
“Hannah,” she said, rubbing her index finger over her cuticles. “We were discussing her father recently, and she told me she saw Colonel Samuels talking to Max shortly before he left California.”
“That isn’t possible,” Samuels told her. “I was in Washington D.C. on assignment nearly all of last year. The only trips I made were to England and Belgium.”
“That would be easy enough to verify,” Roy said to Davis.
“Let’s do it right now,” Samuels insisted. “If you have a specific date in mind, I can have my assistant pull up my calendar and we’ll go through it online.”
Troy Davis accompanied the colonel into the other room, where Bob kept a computer on his desk. Bob had already turned it on, since he’d been using a bookkeeping program earlier. Now, as they waited, Roy sipped his coffee. Bob loosened his hold on Peggy’s hand. This wasn’t nearly as intimidating or awkward as he’d feared.
“Is Hannah here?” Roy asked.
“She’s in her room,” Peggy said, “but I’d like to keep her out of this as much as possible. Anytime someone mentions her father, she gets upset.”
Roy looked from Peggy to Bob. “We’ll need her to verify the facts.”
Peggy still seemed uncertain. “She’s been through so much already, I hate to drag her into this. As you can imagine, Hannah’s easily upset, especially when it involves anything to do with her parents.”
“In the long run, this will help her,” Roy said.
Peggy turned to Bob. “I agree with Roy,” he said. “The only reason she’s living with us is because we want to help her. This discussion might put some ghosts to rest for her.”
Peggy left and returned to the living room before Troy and Stewart Samuels came back. Hannah resembled a frightened child about to be called to task. She stayed close to Peggy’s side, her head bowed. After a brief nod in Bob’s direction, Hannah sat on the ottoman beside Peggy. In a gesture of reassurance and comfort, Peggy placed her hand on Hannah’s shoulder.
“You never told us that your father was in counseling,” Roy said, speaking to Hannah.
“I’m sure I did. Didn’t I?” she asked Peggy.
Peggy shrugged. “I’m sorry, I don’t recall if you did or not.”
Hannah laughed weakly. “What’s the big deal? He saw a counselor.”
“You said he often carried false identification, too,” Bob added.
“We certainly could have used that information earlier,” Troy muttered, straightening.
“My father was never able to hold down a job for long,” Hannah rushed to explain. Her eyes darted between the sheriff and Roy. “He…he sometimes used a different name in a different town.”
“I…I was in shock,” Hannah whispered, staring at the carpet. “I can’t remember everything you asked me. I’d just learned that my father was dead and that he might’ve been murdered.” She buried her face in her hands and Peggy gently patted her back, glaring at the sheriff as if he were purposely intimidating the poor girl.
“Sheriff Davis, is this necessary?” she asked when Hannah started to sob.
“This is a murder investigation, Peggy.”
“You think I murdered my own father?” Hannah cried, leaping to her feet. “He was the only person I had in the world! Why would I want him dead?” She gestured wildly at Samuels. “He’s the one who’s up for some important promotion-he’s the one who led those men into that village and killed all those women and children.”
Peggy gasped. “How…how did you know?”
“My dad told me all about it while he was in counseling. He was a murderer, and so are Bob and him.” She pointed a shaking finger at the colonel. “I think he killed my father, too.”
“I was in Europe at the time of your father’s death,” Stewart Samuels said evenly.
“Sure you were-he was drugged, remember?” she said viciously. “You came to the house and gave him that water bottle and then you left.”
“The dates of Colonel Samuels’s travel record state otherwise, Hannah,” Sheriff Davis said calmly. “If anyone was with your father before he decided to drive to Cedar Cove, it was you.”
She shook her head in denial. “I didn’t even know he was leaving.”
“That’s not what you told me,” Roy said.
“Then…then there’s been some misunderstanding.” Hannah began to back away, easing toward the kitchen one small step at a time.
“Stop hounding the girl,” Peggy insisted. “Can’t you see you’re frightening her?”
“I’ve always found it curious that the drug used to kill Maxwell Russell is commonly seen in date rape situations,” Roy said. “It’s generally considered a young person’s drug.”
The room went quiet as everyone stared at Hannah.
“I first noticed the inconsistencies in your answers the afternoon I spoke with you on the phone, Hannah,” Roy continued. “I talked it over with the colonel and was able to verify his statements, but not yours. Perhaps you can explain yourself.”
“Of course I can,” Hannah said.
“You said your father was a good man.”
“He was,” Hannah cried.
“But he couldn’t hold down a job?”
“He tried…”
“He abused your mother?”
“Yes!” the young woman screamed. “Nothing was ever good enough for him. I hated him. I loved him.” Her face twisted into a mask of pain and fear. She stood with her hands in tight fists. “He deserved to die. He should’ve been the one killed in the accident, not Mom.”
“Hannah.” Peggy was instantly at her side. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
Shoving Peggy aside, Hannah faced the others. “You’re all alike, aren’t you?”
“What happened to your mother?” Troy asked.
“She died. My father was the one who was supposed to be killed, not my mother. I paid my friend Davey to put air in the steering column of Dad’s car. He’d lose control of the car and it would crash. It was supposed to be so easy, but then Mom decided to go with him.
“I tried to get her to stay home, but she wouldn’t listen. Dad wanted her to come along and she refused him nothing.” The words were spat out with such anger that her face was contorted. Bob had never witnessed anything like it.
“He suffered, you know. That was good. It made everything better when I saw how badly he’d been burned. Still, it wasn’t enough. I could have killed him in the hospital. I wanted to, but when I saw that he was in agony, I thought death was too good for him.”
“Hannah,” Peggy cried, “don’t say any more. You don’t mean any of this.”
“Yes, I do,” she cried. “I mean every single word. My father was a bastard and I hated him for what he did to my mother and me. I could never have friends, bring them to the house. Every time I had a friend we moved. Dad would lose his job again or the neighbors would hear him beating on Mom. He broke my arm when I was six, you know.” Her eyes narrowed. “No, you don’t know because no one knew. I couldn’t tell the doctors what really happened. I was supposed to have fallen down the stairs.” She shook her head, her voice rising. “I made him pay for that, too. Davey helped me. He bought me the roofies and told me how to do it. He said I wouldn’t get caught!”
“Hannah Russell, you have the right to remain silent,” Troy said, standing. He advanced toward her slowly. “Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”
“Shut up,” she screamed so loudly it hurt Bob’s ears.
“Hannah, please,” Peggy pleaded.
“No…not this time,” she screeched. “Then Dad started talking to that shrink and he changed. He wanted to start his life over and be happy. I couldn’t let him be happy, not after the hell he’d put me through. He deserved to die. I wanted him dead. Dead,” she shouted. “Dead and burned and gone forever.”
Troy walked over to Hannah with a pair of handcuffs and when she realized she was about to be arrested, she fell to her knees and broke into deep sobs.
Peggy moved to comfort Hannah, but Bob stopped her. Hannah had murdered her own father. All these weeks, they’d been housing the killer and not known it. Peggy turned to Bob, burying her face in his shoulder.
“It’s over now,” he whispered soothingly.
“Did you know?” she asked, looking up at him.
He shook his head.
Davis led a sobbing Hannah out to his patrol car. The young woman glanced over her shoulder at Peggy as if silently pleading for help. Peggy held her hand over her mouth. This was difficult for her, Bob knew, but she stood silently beside him.
Then Hannah let loose with a string of swearwords that shocked them all. Even from inside they could hear her clearly. The room went completely still after Troy had driven off.
Roy left soon afterward and only Peggy, Bob and Stewart Samuels remained.
“I’m sorry it came to this,” Stewart said. “Sorry I didn’t confront the past sooner and deal with these issues.”
“We each buried that day as deep as we could,” Bob said. “Now it’s been unearthed…”
“And now maybe the two of us can get on with our lives.”
For the first time since he’d returned from Vietnam, Bob felt that was possible. There would always be guilt, but perhaps he could find a way to expiate his sins.
Chapter Fifty-One
The aerobics class seemed easier this Wednesday evening, despite the sweat Grace could feel on her brow. Lunging left, then right as the loud music vibrated through the room, she followed the instructor’s lead, using every ounce of energy she had.
Perhaps this surplus of vigor was due to her mood. She was still furious with Will Jefferson. She hadn’t seen or heard from Cliff in a week. Once again, his faith in her had been shaken, and somehow she doubted she’d hear from him again. Will’s express purpose was to destroy any possibility that Grace might find happiness with another man, but she refused to let him succeed. She didn’t understand any of it-his willingness to betray his wife, his insistence on a relationship with Grace or his apparent vindictiveness at her rejection. But, dammit, she wasn’t letting him ruin her chances with Cliff!
“Good luck, buster,” she muttered under her breath and with a burst of energy finished the program. She hadn’t come this close only to lose Cliff without a fight. If he didn’t call her soon, she’d go back to sending him notes and e-mails.
“What was that you just said?” Olivia gasped as the music ended. Her reddened face glistened with sweat.
“
Never mind,” Grace whispered. The cool-down exercises started, her least favorite part of the workout. Grace retrieved her mat from the corner of the room, and placed it next to Olivia’s. Perhaps it was her age, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to do some of these stretches. Especially the one in which she had to bend one leg and cross it over the other and then turn to the side. She always seemed to be facing in the wrong direction.
“You’ve been in a bad mood all night,” Olivia said when they’d completed the class and walked to the dressing room. “What’s gotten into you?”
Grace shrugged.
“Cliff?”
She didn’t answer. “Do you have time for coffee?” she asked instead.
“I can’t,” Olivia said regretfully. “Jack’s still at work, and I know if I don’t literally drag him out of that office, he’ll be there half the night.”
“Poor Jack.”
“Poor Jack nothing. I feel like a widow! We should still be in our honeymoon phase,” Olivia complained. “I wish the management would let him hire an assistant editor.”
“They should,” Grace agreed.
“You’re telling me.” Olivia reached for her towel and wiped her face. “I can’t apologize enough for my brother. I’m so angry with him.”
Grace dismissed her friend’s concern. Olivia wasn’t responsible for Will’s behavior. Neither was Charlotte. The best excuse or explanation they’d come up with was some kind of midlife crisis, but neither she nor Olivia had much sympathy with that.
“What are you doing Saturday?” Olivia asked. “Maybe we can go to brunch or the movies or something?”
“Why don’t we go to an afternoon show?” She was working at the animal shelter in the morning, and planning to have dinner with Kelly and Paul that evening.
“You’re on,” Olivia said as she headed to the showers. “I’ll call you later and we can pick a movie.”
Grace smiled in agreement.
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