Дэвид Балдаччи - No Man's Land

PULLER HAD JUST walked into the lobby of the hotel where they were both staying. Knox was standing there, holding two cups of coffee from Starbucks. She handed one to him.

“Just like you like it.”

He took a sip. “Thanks.”

“Okay, Rooney pretty much said your dad was innocent. So now what?”

“Goal hasn’t changed. We need to keep digging until we get to the truth.”

“Okay, but sometimes the truth does not set you free, Puller.”

She had followed him outside and over to his car.

He took out his keys and jingled them in his hand. “And what is that supposed to mean?”

“It’s nothing I haven’t told you before,” she replied. “Despite what some people say, it’s not always best to know versus not know.”

He put his elbows on the Malibu’s roof and scowled at her. “So if it was your mother, you’d rather not know what happened to her? Whether she’s dead or not?”

Knox looked away from him but said, “If it were me I would want to know. All I’m saying is, you want the truth, you better be prepared to handle it.”

“Trust me, Knox. I’m prepared. I’ve had thirty years to get ready.”

He unlocked the car door and climbed in. She did the same.

She looked at him. “So where to?”

“Rooney said he wasn’t expecting my mother that night, but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t planning to go there. Something might have prevented her from getting there.”

“Like what?”

“Like someone.”

“You think someone snatched her? On an active military installation? With lots of people around? How could they possibly pull that off?”

“You’d be amazed at what I’ve seen people pull off. ”

A short time later they were back at Fort Monroe and parked in front of Puller’s old home.

Knox peered up at the house. “Have you been in there yet?”

“No. Working up to it.”

“Looks like a nice place.”

“My dad was a one-star. It was nice. Nicer than anything I’ve been in since.”

“Where did you and your brother go after your mother disappeared?”

“We lived with my aunt, my dad’s sister, for a while in Florida. We visited her a lot when my mother was around. They really got along.”

“Is your aunt still alive?”

“No, she was murdered.”

“Good God, Puller. How? Why?”

“It’s complicated. But suffice it to say I found out who did it and they were appropriately punished.”

“Your aunt, your brother, and now your mother. Any other family members lurking out there for you to avenge?”

“I hope not.”

“So after you stopped living with your aunt, where did you and Bobby go?”

“We moved with my father when he was reassigned. He was still our parent even if he wasn’t around much. His staff helped to raise us. Dad always made sure we were taken care of. Nice ladies, housekeepers, people to help with homework and getting us places for sports and other stuff. Then Bobby went off to the Air Force Academy, and two years later I went to college.”

They fell silent and both stared up at the house.

“So don’t you think you should go in?” she asked.

He glanced at her. “Why?”

“Well, it might jog something in your memory that could help us.”

“Knox, I don’t remember anything–” Puller stopped and looked out the car window.

“What?” asked Knox.

Puller was thinking about all the things he hadn’t remembered from that night, until his brother had set him straight.

“I…I seemed to have some selective memories from back then,” he said.

“Then we should go in.”

“It’s locked up.”

“I’m not sure that’s ever stopped you before.”

He looked at her. “Well, I know it’s never stopped you before. Since I’ve seen you pick a lock on a house, go in, and shoot the person inside.”

“That’s hardly fair, since she was trying to kill me.”

Puller opened the car door. “Let’s go.”

They approached from the front, and because the street was empty, Puller allowed Knox to quickly pick the door lock. They stepped inside and Puller closed the door behind them as Knox put away her pick tools. He looked around while Knox watched him closely.

“Changed much?”

He shook his head. “The Army’s not much into decoration. The bones stay pretty much the same. You can change the paint, but when you leave you have to put it back to Army cream white. SOP.”

There was no furniture left in the house. That made it seem bigger to Puller than it actually had been.

They cleared the first floor except for the bathroom. He went in there and peered out the window, which overlooked the backyard.

Knox looked over his shoulder. “Is this the window she was looking out when you saw her last?”

He nodded. “But the thing is, Knox, that was in the afternoon and she didn’t leave until after we had our dinner.”

“So you saw her again then?”

He closed the bathroom door. “Only I don’t seem to recall it. Bobby told me.”

“Okay, you had dinner, you said. Let’s go into the dining room again and see if something hits you.”

They walked into the small dining area off the kitchen. Puller leaned against a wall and studied the space.

He closed his eyes and thought back thirty years ago. The only thing was that people’s memories were notoriously bad. That was why eyewitness testimony was so unreliable. Most couldn’t remember what they were doing the week before at any precise time, much less three decades back. The brain wasn’t really a computer, regurgitating pure facts. It was flavored with all sorts of human things, like embellishment, hope, sorrow, selective recall. Humans were the kings of revisionist remembering.

We all want to look and sound better than we actually do .

But Puller was an Army investigator. Thus he held himself to a higher standard than that.

His brow furrowed as he thought back. Nothing added, nothing subtracted.

Just remember, John. Just remember exactly as it was back then on that day, at that hour.

“There was a phone call,” he said, opening his eyes.

“A phone call? From whom?”

“I don’t know. But Mom was finishing up making dinner. The phone rang and she went to answer it. There were no cell phones back then. It was the landline.” He pointed to a spot on the kitchen wall. “It was over there.”

“Did you hear her talking on it? Where was your brother?”

“Bobby was outside. He might not have even heard it ring. And no, I didn’t hear her talking on it. But I do remember walking around that corner after she got off and seeing her face. She was upset.” He grabbed his phone and punched in a number from memory.

Carol Powers answered on the second ring.

“Carol, it’s John Puller. Listen, you said when we talked before that it was lucky you were home because your boyfriend canceled, otherwise you couldn’t have babysat us?”

“That’s right.”

“So wherever my mom went that night, it probably wasn’t planned? I mean, it was last-minute if she called the same day?”

“I guess not. I mean she might have arranged previously with someone else to babysit and that fell through, but I sort of doubt it. I lived right there and your mom usually called me first.”

“Did you tell anyone that when they were investigating her disappearance? That it seemed to be last-minute?”

“Um, well, no, no one asked me that specifically. They just wanted to know when I got there and if your mom had said anything to me about where she was going. And that’s what I told them. Did I mess up, John? Should I have told them it wasn’t planned?”