Just because I was snooping a little . . .
She motioned to the front door. Thank you for coming by, Mrs. Connolly.
I arrived home in a funk. Jim was online searching for recipes on turkey brines.
I got Laurie boxed out of swim classes.
Hmmm. Do you think this one sounds good? He handed me a printout as I passed Laurie to him.
Ill have to leave the turkey brining overnight, Jim continued. Maybe I can use the ice chest again?
The hag at the front desk erased our name off the list.
What hag?
Im telling you. No swim classes for Laurie. We were axed.
Jim looked surprised. What does she need swim classes for? Shes barely awake for five minutes at a time.
Well, you know, by the time shes ready, we wont be able to take her there. They have a long wait list and now were not even on it.
Where?
The little frog swim place.
Jim frowned. Uh-huh. Okay, Kate, do you need to lie down or something?
I dont want her to drown.
Ill teach her how to swim, Jim said.
I sat at the computer as Jim took Laurie into the kitchen to inventory ingredients needed for the brine.
I e-mailed Gary, filling him in on my suspicions about Celias affair with Howard, and informing him about Saras alibi. I kept my meeting with Margaret out of the report. At this point she was probably the strongest suspect outside of Bruce, and I feared Gary would use that as leverage.
Was it really appropriate to leave it out? After all, I didnt have any control over who was guilty. I really just wanted justice.
I checked my news update feed. The riots downtown were escalating and hundreds of arrests had been made. Before I logged off, I refreshed my e-mail. A response from Gary had arrived in my inbox.
Kate,
Tail Celia, see if she leads you to Howard. Maybe hes our guy.
G
I sat outside Celias center in Kennys van. Jim had agreed to watch Laurie for the afternoon and I was determined to find out one way or another if Celia was seeing Howard.
To kill time, I dialed Paula and recounted for her the swimming story. She was much more sympathetic to Lauries being blacklisted than Jim had been.
Where are you now? she asked.
Outside the midwife center waiting for her to lead me to her lover, Howard.
Paula laughed.
What?
Is that guy, Howard, attractive?
Sort of. Irish guy, light-colored eyes, good bod, you know, construction and all. Why?
I guess I imagine her with a sexy Latin guy, like a
José, not a Howard, but thats probably because shes Latin and from Miami.
Shes not from Miami, shes from L.A.
Really? She told me she was from Miami, Paula said.
Suddenly I recalled Margaret telling me that she met Celia in Miami, the same day the photo was taken of her family on the beach.
Why would Celia tell me she was from L.A.? Why lie? Or had it been inadvertent? Lots of people in the Bay Area were transplants, and when asked from where, they didnt give a laundry list of all the places theyd ever lived.
That was probably it. Shed lived in L.A. before or after Miami, no matter.
Miami?
Why did that stick out in my mind?
I recalled the news item Id read on Google, the missing expectant mom on her way to a midwife . . . in Miami.
Paula, I need you to look something up for me.
I gave her as much search criteria as I could to find the news story, then hung up, but before I released my phone, it rang.
Kate! Its Kenny, guess what?
He sounded as though hed won the lottery.
The Opera called. The principal trombonist is sick. I get my chance to perform tonight!
Thats fantastic! I said.
I need my van. Im sorry. I would take the streetcar, but all my gear is in the van.
That would blow my stakeout.
Oh. Hey, I have an idea, I said. Why dont you go over to my place and get my keys from Jim. You can drive out here in my car and well swap.
That works! Kenny said cheerfully, ringing off.
The San Francisco Opera.
I was proud of him. He deserved it. What a good kid!
I imagined Laurie all grown up and playing in the San Francisco Opera.
What instrument would she play? Maybe the violin?
She did have long fingers. Perhaps the piano.
I put my cell phone away in my diaper purse and rummaged past Lauries puppy for a piece of gum. For fun I pressed the puppys ear and listened to Lauries recorded coos. I listened to the playback about a dozen times.
What in the world was I doing here?
This was ridiculous. I should be home with munchkin and Daddy.
A blue car turned the corner and rolled down the street past me. I strained to get a look at the driver. I watched in the rearview mirror as the car pulled up to the center doors. I was parked down the street, hoping I was far enough to be tucked out of view.
The center doors opened and Celia rushed out to the car.