There was a curious lack of emotion in Aidan’s voice that was more meaningful than if he’d broken down. „I’m sorry,“ she said. „I shouldn’t have asked.“
„It’s all right. I suppose you have a right to know.“ He shrugged a powerful shoulder. „I’d been on the force a few years when it happened. I thought I’d seen it all.“ He shook his head and his throat worked as he tried to swallow. „But seeing her so lifeless, for so long…“ He cleared his throat. „But I think burying the baby was the hardest part of all.“
Poleaxed, Kristen’s throat closed. „Baby?“ she managed.
Aidan shot her a quick look. „Debra was eight months pregnant when she was shot. The baby didn’t live. I thought you knew.“
She shook her head and stared out the window, barely seeing the sign for Owen’s diner when Aidan stopped the car. „No, Abe never mentioned a child.“
„Don’t let it bother you. He hasn’t mentioned the baby since the funeral, to any of us. Even to Mom and Dad. I guess it was his way of coping. But he loves kids. You only have to look at how he is around Sean’s kids. I know he wants a family of his own.“
Kristen pursed her lips to keep them from trembling. Aidan thought she was upset because Abe might not want kids. How ironic. His child was taken from him while she… How very ironic . „Was it a boy or a girl?“ she asked, unable to keep the question inside.
Aidan hesitated. „A little boy. Abe named him Kyle after Dad.“
„Poor Abe,“ Kristen murmured. „To lose it all in one day.“ And how will he feel when he learns the real truth about me ? she wondered. She didn’t really want to know.
Aidan shut off the ignition and the car was quiet. „For what it’s worth,“ he said, „I haven’t seen him so happy in years than he’s been in the last week. You put a light back in his eyes.“ Again he cleared his throat. „We’re all grateful for that.“
„Thank you.“ She forced a smile and gestured at Owen’s diner. „Let’s have lunch.“ On leaden feet she moved, then frowned when she tugged on the door and it didn’t open. She peered inside where the lights were on, but every cracked vinyl seat was empty.
„The sign says they’re closed,“ Aidan said.
„They’re never closed in the middle of the day.“ Her heart started to beat harder as the possibilities struck home. „Oh, no. I should have warned him.“ She ran next door to the barber shop and stuck her head inside. „Mr. Poore, what’s happened to Owen?“
Mr. Poore looked up from the hair he was trimming, his craggy old face pained. „He’s at the hospital with Vincent, Kristen.“
„Why? What happened?“ she demanded and Mr. Poore slowly approached, wiping his hands on his white coat.
„Some thugs, they beat up Vincent in the alley behind the diner when he went to take out the trash. This used to be such a nice neighborhood. Now…“ He held his hands up in defeat. „It’s bad, Kristen. Real bad.“
„No.“ She sagged and felt Aidan’s arm go around her shoulders.
„Yes,“ Mr. Poore said soberly. „Owen, he went out to see what was the matter and they hit him, too, but not so bad. Me, I heard the yelling and called the cops and the men ran away.“ He shook his bald head. „Vincent, he didn’t look good. Not good at all. The paramedics came and took him to the hospital.“
„Do you know where they took him?“ Aidan asked. Steadily. The voice of a cop asking questions. It gave Kristen the strength to stand on her own feet.
„The cops said they were going to County.“
Aidan gave her a hard hug, pulling her upright. „Come on, Kristen. Let’s go.“
Wednesday, February 25,
2:15 P.M.
Aidan walked her into the hospital, standing silently behind her as she asked the closest nurse where she could find Vincent. He followed her to the elevator, punched the button for the surgical floor, still saying nothing. And when she walked out of the elevator and saw Owen sitting alone in the waiting room, Aidan stood to one side, watching.
She crossed the room to Owen’s side, taking the chair next to his. He looked old. Old and tired and suddenly frail. Guilt mixed with fury and fear and she wasn’t sure she could speak. „Are you hurt?“ she whispered and he shook his head.
„Vincent…“ Owen let the thought trail away, his throat working frantically. He looked away. „He never hurt anyone, never. He was the gentlest man I ever knew.“
Kristen grabbed his arm. „Was? Owen, talk to me.“ He didn’t budge and Kristen pulled his arm harder. „Dammit, Owen, tell me if he’s still alive.“
Owen turned and there were tears in his eyes. „His priest is in with him now.“
It was like a fist hit her square in the chest. „Oh, God.“
Silence hung between them, then Kristen heard the muted strain of Pachelbel’s Canon inside her purse. She pulled out her cell phone to find no number on the caller ID.
„Hey, lady.“ A woman reading Cosmo glared at her. „You’re not supposed to be using that here. Can’t you read the sign?“
Cold with dread, Kristen put the phone to her ear. „Mayhew.“
„You have any answers yet?“ It was a male, that was all she could tell.
Kristen trembled, but held herself steady. „Who is this?“
„Answer yes or no, Miss Mayhew,“ the voice said mockingly. „Do you have an answer?“
Owen was motioning to the Cosmo lady to be quiet. „No,“ Kristen said. „I don’t.“
„Well,“ the voice said, „hurry up. Next time we won’t go for old men and women. We’ll go for youth.“ And he hung up.
Youth . „Rachel.“ Terrified, Kristin looked at her watch. Rachel’s school was letting out in fifteen minutes. She’d be alone. Because Aidan came here with me . Her gaze shot to the wall where he’d last been standing, but he was gone. Frantically she searched, until she saw him at a phone by the nurses’ station. She ran to him. „Where is Rachel?“
Aidan calmly hung up the phone. „Sean has her. She’s all right, Kristen.“
Kristen felt her knees give out and Aidan grabbed her shoulders. „You’re sure?“ Her voice shook and she didn’t care. „He said next time they’d go for youth. I thought about Rachel and I – “ Her throat closed and her eyes filled and Aidan pulled her against him, patting her back while she shuddered and tried to hold back what felt like a flood of tears.
„You can cry if you want to,“ he murmured. „I have two sisters, you know.“
Kristen grabbed his sweatshirt and held on. „I thought they had three brothers,“ she said between her teeth and felt his chest move in a huff of silent laughter.
„It’s all in your perspective, honey. Now, from where I’m standing, you’ve had a bad week. If you want to cry, you’re entitled.“
She gritted her teeth. „I won’t cry.“
„Then you won’t be needing this.“ He pushed a tissue in her hand and she dabbed at her eyes as surreptitiously as possible.
She pulled back and drew a deep breath. „Thanks. When did you call Sean? You’ve been at my side all this time.“
„I called downstairs when you were talking to the nurse.“
„But I didn’t hear you say anything.“
Aidan held out his phone. „Instant messaged him. I IM’d Abe also, but he’s out of the service area. I was just on the nurses’ phone to Spinnelli, to let him know what had happened. He’s got a team working these threats, Kristen. They’ll catch whoever hurt Dad and your friend.“
„It’s Conti,“ she said grimly. „I know it.“
„So do I. But Abe’s right. Until we get hard evidence, knowing it means nothing.“
Kristen looked over her shoulder at Owen, sitting alone. „I need to go back to him.“
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