Rick Mofina - Into the Dark

Claire studied her friend’s face for any deception before Julie said, “Listen, this thing happens all the time in my line of work. This is not the time for you to worry about this. Let me confirm things, okay?”

Claire let out a long slow breath. “Okay. I’m going into the office.”

“But you had Alice cancel all of your appointments for today.”

“There’s work to do. The insurance isn’t settled and I want to re-read Amber’s file. I’d feel better going in and waiting for news there.”

“All right.” Julie glanced at her watch. “I’ve got a few things to take care of. We’ll get together later today, get a pizza or something, and I’ll wait here with you until Robert gets home tonight.”

“Okay.”

After Julie collected her things, Claire walked her to the door.

“Be sure to call me if you hear anything,” Julie said.

As Claire watched Julie drive away she was left with the feeling that Julie was holding something back from her.

* * *

Driving through San Marino, Claire couldn’t escape her fear and guilt. At times she felt as if she were outside her body, watching herself trapped in a nightmare.

Before she’d left home for her office, she’d called her doctor to reschedule today’s appointment. It was this afternoon, but she couldn’t go through with it. Not today.

Dr. LaRoy surprised her when he got on the line.

“Is everything all right, Claire? We talked about how important it is that we adhere to your cycle with the treatment.”

She steadied herself and explained. With a better understanding of her situation, Dr. LaRoy gave her scheduling options and some advice.

“It’s crucial we not disrupt the regime, flexibility is limited. You’re not pregnant, but your signs are promising. Given what you’re experiencing, it’s important that you control your stress. I’ll see you at our next appointment. My thoughts are with you and your patient. Call me anytime.”

Amber’s safety consumed Claire until her unease about her marriage flashed in the back of her mind.

Did Julie learn something more about Robert? Is that why she’d hesitated when I raised the question?

The scream of a siren from a passing ambulance pulled Claire back to her anguish over Amber. A few minutes later she was in her office where Alice flew to her, giving her a tearful hug.

“It’s been on the news. Is there any word on Amber?”

“Nothing.”

They sat in the empty reception area, staring at the aquarium.

“How are you doing?” Alice asked.

“Hanging in there.”

“After you called, all I could do was pray for Amber to be safe.”

“Me, too.”

“It must’ve been so awful for you to be the one to-I mean after you told me how you went to her house and then called police. I’m just so sorry and so scared.”

“I know. Me, too.” Claire exhaled slowly and stood. “I came in to take care of some things.”

“Well, I’ve got the invoices, the insurance file and fresh coffee.”

Alice brought files and coffee into Claire’s office, then left her alone to work. In the quiet, Claire battled her aching need for police to tell her that they’d located Amber and that she was safe.

Please find her.

Over the next few hours, she took care of office matters. Then she revisited her notes on Amber. It was painful, but other than her failure to report Eric’s letter, Claire found nothing she would’ve or could’ve done differently.

Setting the file aside, she retrieved business cards and started making calls to every investigator she knew with knowledge on the case. San Marino police officer Deena Freeman, who’d first arrested Eric, had no new information. Neither did Larry Cobb, the sad-faced detective who was investigating the burglary. He directed Claire to the Alhambra detectives she’d already talked to, Norm Seeton and Ed Belinski. They were leading on Amber’s disappearance.

She reached Belinski, who was guarded, clearly a professional trait.

“Nothing much I can tell you since we talked yesterday, Dr. Bowen,” Belinski said. “We’re working on a few leads with other detectives. We’re hopeful for a break soon.” Before hanging up, he made a request that suggested what she’d suspected: Belinski knew more than he could reveal. “Please be sure we have all of your contact information, in case we, or other law enforcement, need to interview you further.”

After that, there was little more Claire could do at her office.

As she prepared to leave, Robert texted her. He was set to depart from Detroit and estimated that with good weather he’d be home that night.

His last text was a question.

Did they find your patient?

No. I’m praying for her.

When Claire returned home she’d received a text from Julie telling her that she was running late.

Will be there as soon as I can.

Claire’s neck and shoulder muscles had turned to granite. She took a hot shower, then made herself a tomato, lettuce and cheese sandwich. She ate half while skipping through TV channels, searching for any reports on Amber.

It was after sunset when Julie arrived.

“I have some news,” she said. “A friend of mine at the D.A.’s office said there are rumors flying in justice circles that investigators are comparing Amber’s case with others.”

“What cases? What about Amber? Did they find her?”

“I have nothing on that,” Julie said.

“Well, why don’t the detectives tell me? Why isn’t this on the news?”

Julie shook her head.

“My friend didn’t have any details. Claire, at this point everything is speculation. It’s routine for them to compare a new case with old ones. Until they tell us, we really don’t know what’s going on.”

Claire took a moment to absorb the news on the rumor, accepting how it fit with Detective Belinski being so tight-lipped while indicating that police would want to talk to her further.

“And nothing at all about Amber?”

Julie shook her head.

“I’m sorry.”

As Claire blinked back tears, she took a long, deep breath.

“Stay positive and pray, right?” Claire said, then offered Julie some wine. As she uncorked a bottle of California red, she looked out to her garden and planter boxes, beautifully illuminated in the evening by the solar-powered path and deck lights.

The cork squeaked loudly.

“Tell me what more you know about Robert, Julie.”

“We’re still working on it.”

“You’ve been saying that for a while. I know you’re being protective, but I deserve to know where you’re at with this. Especially with him coming home.”

She set a glass of red down in front of Julie.

“Claire, you’ve got so much else to deal with right now.”

“Tell me, Julie.”

Julie swallowed some wine, then nodded.

“We searched records of every Canadian province and territory and found that Robert may have lived in Alberta, Canada.”

“Alberta? Is that where Cynthia’s living now? Is that where they got divorced?”

Julie didn’t answer. Claire looked at her.

“Well?”

“That’s about all we have, we’re working on it,” Julie said.

At that moment, headlights raked through the kitchen from the breezeway to the driveway.

“Robert’s home,” Claire said.

He entered carrying his bag, which he dropped to embrace Claire.

“I wish I could’ve gotten home sooner, but they added another flight,” he said, nodding to Julie. “Hello, Julie.” Then he asked Claire, “Anything?”

“Nothing,” Claire said.

“Not a word?”

“Just rumors. They won’t tell me anything,” Claire said, turning to Julie who was collecting her bag. “Are you leaving, already?”