Linwood Barclay - No Time For Goodbye

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On the morning she will never forget, suburban teenager Cynthia Archer awakes with a nasty hangover and a feeling she is going to have an even nastier confrontation with her mom and dad. She isn’t. Instead, the house is empty, with no sign of her parents or younger brother Todd. At first she just thinks it’s weird, then more and more scary, until finally the terrfiying reality hits her: in the blink of an eye, without any explanation, her family has simply disappeared. Twenty-five years later the mystery is no nearer to being solved and Cynthia is still haunted by unanswered questions. Were her family murdered? If so, why was she spared? And if they’re alive, why did they abandon her in such a cruel way? Now married with a daughter of her own, Cynthia knows that without answers – however shocking they might prove to be – she will never be emotionally or psychologically whole, living in daily fear that her new family will be taken from her just as her first one was. And so she agrees to take part in a TV documentary revisiting the case, in the hope that somebody somewhere will remember something – or even that her father, mother or brother might finally reach out to her… First nothing. Then just a few crackpots and scam artists coming out of the woodwork. And then the letter, a letter which makes no sense and yet chills Cynthia to the core. And soon she begins to realize that stirring up the past could be the worst mistake she has ever made.

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“If you came up by way of Lewiston,” she said. “He’s been there several weeks. I have to take a taxi to see him. Every day, there and back.” It was important, I guessed, that we know the sacrifices she’d been making on her husband’s behalf.

“Your son can’t take you?” Vince asked. “He’s been gone that long?”

“He’s had things to do.” She inched her chair forward, as if she could push us off the porch.

“I hope it’s nothing serious,” I said. “With your husband.”

“My husband is dying,” Enid Sloan said. “Got cancer all through him. It’s only a matter of time now.” She hesitated, looked at me. “You the one who phoned here? Asking for Jeremy?”

“Uh, yes,” I said. “I’ve been needing to get in touch with him.”

“You said he told you he was going to Connecticut,” she said accusingly.

“I believe that’s what he said,” I told her.

“He never told you that. I asked him. He said he didn’t tell anybody where he was going. So how do you know about that?”

“I think we should continue this discussion inside,” Vince said, moving forward.

Enid Sloan held on to her wheels. “I don’t think so.”

“Well, I do,” Vince said, and put both hands on the arms of the chair and forced it back. Enid’s grip was no match for Vince’s force.

“Hey,” I said to him, reaching out to touch his arm. I hadn’t planned for us to get rough with an old lady in a wheelchair.

“Don’t worry,” Vince said, trying to make his voice sound reassuring. “It’s just cold out on the porch, and I don’t want Mrs. Sloan here to catch her death.”

I didn’t care much for his choice of words.

“You stop that,” Enid Sloan said, swatting at Vince’s hands and arms.

He pushed her inside, and I didn’t see that I had much choice but to follow. I closed the front door behind me.

“I don’t see any easy way to pussyfoot around this,” Vince said. “You might as well just ask your questions.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Enid spat at us.

I was taken aback. “Mrs. Sloan,” I said, “my name is Terry Archer. My wife’s name is Cynthia. Cynthia Bigge.”

She stared at me, her mouth half open. She was speechless.

“I take it that name means something to you,” I said. “My wife’s, that is. Maybe mine, too, but my wife’s name, that seems to have made an impression.”

She still said nothing.

“I have a question for you,” I said. “And it might sound a bit crazy, but I’ll have to ask you to be a bit patient here if my questions sound ridiculous.”

Still silent.

“Anyway, here goes,” I said. “Are you Cynthia’s mother? Are you Patricia Bigge?”

And she laughed scornfully. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said.

“Then why the laugh?” I said. “You seem to know these names I’m mentioning.”

“Leave my house. Nothing you’re saying makes any sense to me.”

I glanced at Vince, who was stone-faced. I said to him, “Did you ever see Cyn’s mother? Other than that one time, going out to the car that night?”

He shook his head. “No.”

“Could this be her?” I asked.

He narrowed his eyes, focused on her. “I don’t know. Unlikely, I think.”

“I’m calling the police,” Enid said, turning her chair. Vince came around behind it, went to grab for the handles, until I waved for him to stop.

“No,” I said. “Maybe that would be a good idea. We could all wait here for Jeremy to return home, and ask him some questions with the police here.”

That stopped her wheeling the chair, but she said, “Why should I be afraid to have the police come?”

“That’s a good question. Why should you be? Could it have something to do with what happened twenty-five years ago? Or maybe with more recent events, in Connecticut? While Jeremy’s been away? The death of Tess Berman, my wife’s aunt? And a private detective named Denton Abagnall?”

“Get out,” she said.

“And about Jeremy,” I said. “He’s Cynthia’s brother, isn’t he?”

She glared at me, her eyes filled with hate. “Don’t you dare say that,” she said, her hands resting on the blanket.

“Why?” I asked. “Because it’s true? Because Jeremy’s actually Todd?”

“What?” she said. “Who told you that? That’s a filthy lie!”

I looked over her shoulder at Vince, whose hands were on the rubber grips of the wheelchair.

“I want to make a phone call,” she said. “I demand that you let me use the phone.”

“Who do you want to call?” Vince asked.

“That’s not one of your business.”

He looked at me. “She’s going to call Jeremy,” he said calmly. “She wants to warn him. That’s not such a good idea.”

“What about Clayton?” I asked her. “Is Clayton Sloan actually Clayton Bigge? Are they one and the same person?”

“Let me use the phone,” she repeated, almost hissing like a snake.

Vince held on to the chair. I said to him, “You can’t just hold her like that. It’s, like, kidnapping, or confinement, or something.”

“That’s right!” Enid Sloan said. “You can’t do this, you can’t barge into an old lady’s house and hold her like this!”

Vince let go of the chair. “Then use the phone, to call the police,” he said, repeating my bluff. “Forget about calling your son. Call the cops.”

The chair did not move.

“I need to go to the hospital,” I said to Vince. “I want to see Clayton Sloan.”

“He’s very sick,” Enid said. “He can’t be disturbed.”

“Maybe I can disturb him long enough to ask him a couple of questions.”

“You can’t go! Visiting hours are over! And besides, he’s in a coma! He won’t even know you’re there!”

If he were in a coma, I figured, she wouldn’t care whether I went to see him. “Let’s go to the hospital,” I said.

Vince said, “If we leave, she’s going to call Jeremy. Warn him that we’re waiting here to talk to him. I could tie her up.”

“Jesus, Vince,” I said. I couldn’t condone tying up an elderly disabled woman, no matter how unpleasant she seemed. Even if it meant never finding the answers to all my questions. “What if you just stayed here?”

He nodded. “That works. Enid and I can chat, gossip about the neighbors, that kind of thing.” He leaned over so she could see his face. “Won’t that be fun? Maybe we can even have some of that carrot cake. It smells delicious.” Then he reached into his jacket, took out the keys to the truck, and tossed them my way.

I grabbed them out of the air. “What room is he in?” I asked her.

She glared at me.

“Tell me what room he’s in, or I’ll call the cops myself.”

She gave that a moment’s thought, knew that once I got to the hospital I’d probably be able to find out anyway, then said, “Third floor. Room 309.”

Before I left the house, Vince and I exchanged cell phone numbers. I got in his truck, fiddled with getting the key into the ignition. A different vehicle always takes a minute or two to get used to. I turned on the engine, found the lights, then backed into a driveway and turned around. I needed a moment to get my bearings. I knew Lewiston was south of here, and that we’d gone south from the bar, but I didn’t know whether continuing in a southerly direction would get me where I had to go. So I backtracked up Main, cut east, and once I’d found my way back to the highway, headed south.

I took the first exit once I saw the blue “H” in the distance, found my way to the hospital parking lot, and entered by way of the emergency department. There were half a dozen people in the waiting room: a set of parents with a crying baby, a teenage boy with blood soaking through the knee of his jeans, an elderly couple. I walked right through, past the admissions desk, where I saw a sign indicating that visiting hours had ended a couple of hours ago, at eight, and found an elevator to the third floor.

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