Mary Clark - Nighttime Is My Time

At the sound of the shot, Sam kicked the door and it flew open. With Eddie Zarro and the cops behind him, he rushed inside.

The body was sprawled on the floor, the gun beside it. He had fallen backward, and the mask was still in place, blood seeping through it.

Sam bent down, pulled off the mask, and looked into the face of the man who had taken the lives of so many innocent people. In death the scars from the plastic surgery were clearly visible, and the features that some surgeon had managed to make so attractive now seemed twisted and repulsive.

"Funny," Sam said. "Gordon Amory was the last one I would have figured to be The Owl."

That night Jean had dinner with Charles and Gano Buckley at Craig Michaelson's home. Meredith was already back at West Point. "After the doctor checked her over, she insisted on going back today," General Buckley said. "She was still worried about her physics exam tomorrow morning. She is such a disciplined kid. She'll make a great soldier." He was trying not to show how shaken he had been when he learned how near to death his only child had come.

"Like the goddess, Minerva, she sprang full-fledged from her father's brow," Jean said. "It's exactly what Reed would have done." She lapsed into silence. She could still feel the unspeakable joy of the moment when the cop had cut her loose from the chair and she had been able to put her arms around Lily. She could feel the poignant beauty of the sound of Lily whispering, "Jean-Mother."

They had been taken to the hospital to be checked. There, she and Lily had sat side by side talking, beginning to catch up on nearly twenty years. "I always imagined what you looked like," Lily had said. "I think I pictured you just as you are."

"And I you. I'll have to learn to call you Meredith. It's a beautiful name."

When the doctor cleared them for release, he said, "Most women after your ordeal would be on tranquilizers. You two are troupers."

They had stopped in to see Laura. Seriously dehydrated, she was on an IV and sedated into a healing sleep.

Sam had returned to the hospital to drive them back to the hotel. But as they met in the lobby, the Buckleys arrived. "Mom, Dad," Meredith had called, and with sad understanding, Jean had watched her fly into their arms.

"Jean, you gave her life, and you saved her life," Gano Buckley said quietly. "From now on you will always be a part of her life."

Jean looked across the table at the handsome couple. They both appeared to be about sixty years old. Charles Buckley had steel gray hair, piercing eyes, strong features, and an air of authority that was balanced by the charm of his manner and the warmth of his smile. Gano Buckley was a delicately pretty, small-boned woman who had enjoyed a brief career as a concert pianist before she became a military wife. "Meredith plays beautifully," she told Jean. "I can't wait for you to hear her."

The three were going together to visit Meredith at the academy on Saturday afternoon. They're her mother and father, Jean thought. They're the ones who brought her up, cared for her and loved her and made her the marvelous young woman she is today. But at least now I'll have a place in her life. Saturday, I'll go with her to Reed's grave, and I'll tell her about him. She must know what a remarkable person he was.

It was a profoundly bittersweet evening for her, and she knew the Buckleys understood when, pleading exhaustion, she left soon after coffee was served.

When Craig Michaelson dropped her off at the hotel at ten o'clock, she found Sam Deegan and Alice Sommers waiting in the lobby.

"We figured you might want to have a nightcap with us," Sam said. "Even with all the lightbulb people here, they managed to save a table for us in the bar."

With tears of gratitude in her eyes, Jean looked from one to the other. They understand how hard tonight has been for me, she thought. Then she spotted Jake Perkins standing near the front desk. She beckoned to him, and he rushed over to her.

"Jake," she said, "I was so out of it this afternoon that I don't know whether or not I really thanked you. If it weren't for you, neither Meredith nor Laura nor I would be alive today." She put her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek.

Jake was visibly moved. "Dr. Sheridan," he said. "I just wish I had been a little smarter. When I saw those pewter owls on the dresser next to Mr. Amory's body, I told Mr. Deegan that I had found one on Alison Kendall's grave. Maybe if I had told him when I found it, they might have decided to get you a bodyguard right away."

"Never mind that," Sam said. "You couldn't know at that time that the owl meant anything. Dr. Sheridan is right. If you hadn't figured out that Laura might be in that house, they'd all be dead. Now, let's go inside before we lose that table." He considered for a moment and sighed. "You come too, Jake."

Alice was standing next to him. Sam could see that what Jake had just said had startled her.

"Sam, last week on her anniversary, I found a pewter owl at Karen's grave," she said quietly. "I have it at home in the curio cabinet in the den."

"That's it," Sam said. "I've been trying to remember what I noticed in your cabinet that bothered me, Alice. Now I know what it was."

"Gordon Amory must have been the one who put it there," Alice said sadly.

Sam put his arm around her as they walked into the bar. It's been a hell of a day for her, too, he thought. He had told Alice that The Owl had admitted to Laura that he had murdered Karen by mistake. Alice was devastated to learn that Karen had been killed only because she happened to come home that night. But she said that at least it took the cloud of suspicion off Karen's boyfriend, Cyrus Lindstrom, and at least now she could hope for some degree of closure.

"I'll take that owl out of the cabinet when I drive you home tonight," he said. "I don't want you to look at it again."

They were at the table. "It's closure for you as well, isn't it, Sam?" Alice asked. "For twenty years you never gave up trying to solve Karen's death."

"In that sense it's closure, but I hope it's still all right with you if I continue to drop in for a visit occasionally."

"You'd better, Sam, you'd just better. You've gotten me through the last twenty years. You can't quit on me now."

At the table Jake was about to sit next to Jean when he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Do you mind?"

Mark Fleischman slipped into the chair. "I stopped at the hospital to see Laura," he told Jean. "She's feeling better, although, of course, she's rocky emotionally. But she'll be okay." He grinned. "She said she'd be glad to go into therapy with me."

Jake took the seat on the other side of Jean. "I believe that if anything, this harrowing experience will prove to be a turning point in her career," he said earnestly. "With all this publicity she's bound to get a lot of offers. That's show business."

Sam looked at him. My God, he's probably right, he thought. And with that realization, he decided to order a double scotch instead of a glass of wine.

Jean had learned from Sam that Mark had driven all over town trying to find her, and then when Sam called him, he had rushed to the hospital where she, Meredith, and Laura had been taken. He had left without seeing her when he was assured that she was going to be released shortly. She had neither seen nor spoken to him all day. Now she looked directly at him. The tenderness with which he was looking at her made her deeply ashamed of the way she had mistrusted him. And at the same time it touched her deeply.

"I'm sorry, Mark," she said. "I'm so terribly, terribly sorry."

He covered her hand with his, the same gesture that a few days earlier had comforted and warmed her and made her feel a spark that had long been missing in her life.