Iris Johansen - Bonnie

“He would have to identify them for you. He wanted help with them, but he would only talk about them vaguely. I couldn’t pin him down.”

“And you have no idea where he went when he left you or what he was doing?”

“I know he was working as a volunteer for the Salvation Army for a while in Birmingham. But then he left them, too, and started to go from job to job.”

“He wasn’t a young man, and he’d been injured. How could he get work?”

“The spinal operation was a complete success, and he worked out for hours every day. He said he had to keep strong. He was almost fanatical about it. He had a tent, and there were times he lived off the land for months at a time.”

He was telling her more than she had hoped. Not enough, but maybe she could push him. “Danner didn’t tell you he had killed?”

He didn’t answer for a moment. “Of course he did, and it tormented him. But it was always about his time in the service.” He hesitated. “I cannot tell you any personal details, but perhaps it would be better if I give you an idea how my sessions with Danner proceeded. That would not be a violation. After a dozen or so appointments, he began to start loosening up. He told me about his nephew. He was completely devastated when he heard Gallo had been killed in Korea.”

“But he didn’t tell you about my daughter, Bonnie?”

He shook his head. “You have to understand. Danner is a very secretive man, and he’s always surprisingly insecure in his relationships. I had to pull stories and feelings out of him.” His lips twisted. “After we crossed the bridge in the doctor-patient relationship, I always had the feeling he didn’t want to disappoint me. It’s not unusual to have a patient like Danner develop a certain dependence on my good opinion. But that was a real hindrance in getting anything of any significance done. He didn’t want to tell me anything that he thought would turn me against him. I’ve never been able to overcome that reluctance.”

“And he never told you anything about Bonnie?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“Wouldn’t you? But you said ‘the little girl.’ What little girl? Danner must have told you something about Bonnie.”

He shook his head. “Nothing clear or concise. He never referred to her by name.” He paused. “Though he did mention a little girl.”

She stiffened. “Did he tell you what he did to her?”

“You don’t understand. He never spoke of this little girl as a victim. He refers to her as if she’s alive. It may be another child.”

“Then you have to tell me where I can find her. He’s a murderer. We have to get her away from him.”

“I don’t think that she’s in danger. If I were to describe his feeling for her, I’d say he was intimidated.”

“What?”

“That’s my impression.” He shrugged. “And that’s all I can discuss with you. You had a right to know that I have no definitive information concerning your daughter.” He turned away. “Rules are rules, but I don’t believe God would want you tormented like that.”

“Wait.”

“I have to go and change, and I have an appointment with a young couple who are being married. I’ve told you all I can.”

“Wait. You said he was lost… and mad. And what’s all this talk of demons?”

He paused, then said, “During his bad times, he believes that he’s surrounded by demons and that it’s his duty to destroy them.”

“Bad times? Does he have good times?”

“Oh, yes, he can be kind and generous, and he wants desperately to be good. But those times have become less frequent lately.” He added soberly, “Which makes for a very dangerous condition. One moment he’s fairly stable, and the next he’s… volatile.”

“You mean dangerous.”

“Considering what you’ve told me, I have to assume that’s true.”

“I don’t know about his good times, but I’ve witnessed one of his bad episodes,” Eve said grimly. “He almost killed my friend Catherine. You said that you’d go after him yourself. How can you do that if you don’t know where he is? Was that the truth?”

He smiled. “I don’t lie. Good afternoon, Ms. Duncan.”

She couldn’t let him go. “John Gallo is probably inside with Father Dominic now. Will you talk to him?”

“Of course.” He was walking down the path. “He’s Danner’s nephew. There must be great love between them. He’s probably suffering right now. It’s my job to alleviate suffering.” He glanced over his shoulder. “But, no, my answer to him will be the same as to you. I’ve told you all I can reveal about Ted.”

Her hands clenched as she watched him walk away from her. Questioning the priest had been like battering against an invisible wall. He had been courteous, cool, and tough as nails. There was no way to reach him and get past the barrier of his damn code. What could they do? It wasn’t as if they could use force against him. How did you manage to overcome a code that had led Kevin Donnelly from the secular to the pulpit? He had given up everything because of his beliefs.

Maybe. Unless that pious front hid an inner corruption. She should have pinned him harder on that court case.

But she had to do something. There had to be a way, and she wasn’t going to find it staring after the priest like this.

She started after him.

“DON’T DO IT, MAMA. You’ll only get upset, and he won’t change his mind.”

Bonnie.

She turned to see her daughter sitting on the edge of the fountain. The sun was shining on her red curls, and the spray surrounded her in a misty aureole.

“He’s got to change his mind. I have to find Danner.”

“I think you’ll find him, but it can’t be through Father Barnabas. He’s not going to give in.”

“He might if I keep after him.”

Bonnie shook her head. “That won’t happen, Mama. He and Ted Danner have been together for a long time.”

“So he’s going to let Danner have a chance to kill again?”

Bonnie didn’t answer.

She gazed at her in despair. “I don’t understand how this works, Bonnie. I believe Danner may have killed you, dammit. Why won’t you help me?”

“It has to play out the way it’s meant to do. I don’t understand either, Mama. I’m trying to help, but I told you that it’s only gradually becoming clear to me.” She shook her head. “But I can feel your pain, and it hurts me. I want it to be over, Mama.”

Lord, so did she. “Then go and make that priest help me. What good is being a ghost if you can’t pull a few strings?”

Bonnie chuckled. “It doesn’t work that way. Though I’m learning things all the time.” She added softly, “Beautiful things, Mama. You can’t imagine. I can’t wait to show them to you.”

“Neither can I, baby.” Eve felt the tears sting her eyes. “But it was pretty beautiful when I had you with me, too.”

Bonnie nodded. “But that was only the start. There’s so much more.” She got up from the fountain. “But we have to work our way toward it. We’ll be together. But you’re still on the path, and you have wonderful companions to travel with you.”

Joe, Jane, Gallo, Catherine…

“I’m going now. Now forget about going after Father Barnabas. I don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“What? Do you think I’d mug a priest?”

“No, but there’s no telling what else you might do to make him give you what you want.” Bonnie grinned at her. “And you can be very determined about getting what you want, Mama.”