Linwood Barclay - Broken Promise - A Thriller

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After his wife’s death and the collapse of his newspaper, David Harwood has no choice but to uproot his nine-year-old son and move back into his childhood home in Promise Falls, New York. David believes his life is in free fall, and he can’t find a way to stop his descent.
Then he comes across a family secret of epic proportions. A year after a devastating miscarriage, David’s cousin Marla has continued to struggle. But when David’s mother asks him to check on her, he’s horrified to discover that she’s been secretly raising a child who is not her own — a baby she claims was a gift from an “angel” left on her porch.
When the baby’s real mother is found murdered, David can’t help wanting to piece together what happened — even if it means proving his own cousin’s guilt. But as he uncovers each piece of evidence, David realizes that Marla’s mysterious child is just the tip of the iceberg.
Other strange things are happening. Animals are found ritually slaughtered. An ominous abandoned Ferris wheel seems to stand as a warning that something dark has infected Promise Falls. And someone has decided that the entire town must pay for the sins of its past... in blood.

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“I don’t think she took this baby from the hospital. It’s not a newborn. It’s probably nine, ten months old. You need to call Agnes, get her over here.”

“Some mother somewhere must be going out of her mind right now, wondering where her baby is. Hang on.” She raised her voice. “Don!”

“Huh?” Sounding like he was in another room.

“Was there anything on there about a missing baby?”

“What?”

“Didn’t you have the radio on? Did they say if the police were looking for a missing baby?”

“Jesus Christ, she hasn’t done it again, has she?”

“Was there or not?”

“I didn’t hear anything.”

To me, Mom said, “Your father says he didn’t—”

“I heard. I think I may know where the baby came from. I’m going to go over there.”

“You know whose baby it is?”

“You know anyone named Rosemary Gaynor?”

“No, it doesn’t ring a bell.”

“It might to Agnes. She might know Marla’s friends.”

“I don’t think Marla has any friends. She just stays cooped up in her house most of the time except to go out and run errands.”

“Call Agnes. Tell her to get over here as fast as possible. I want to go over to the Gaynors’ house, but I feel a little uneasy about leaving Marla alone with the baby.” I paused. “Maybe I should just call the police.”

“Oh,” Mom said cautiously, “I wouldn’t do that. I know Agnes will want to try to sort this out quietly. And you don’t really know what’s going on. For all you know, Marla’s just babysitting for someone, with their permission.”

“I asked Marla that. She says no.”

“But it’s possible! Maybe she’s babysitting, and while she’s looking after this child, she’s imagining that he’s her own baby. When you think of what she’s been through—”

The shower stopped. “I gotta go, Mom. I’ll keep you posted. Get Agnes over here.”

I slipped the phone back into my jacket.

“David?” Marla called from behind the closed door. I moved to within a foot of it.

“Yeah?”

“Did you say something?”

“No.”

“Were you on the phone?”

“I had to take a call.”

“You weren’t talking to my mom, were you?”

“No,” I said honestly.

“Because I do not want her coming over. She’s just going to make a big deal about this.”

I didn’t want to lie, or even mislead her. “I called my mom, but I told her to call Agnes. You could use your mom’s help. She knows all about babies. She was a midwife before she went into nursing, right?”

The second I’d said it, I regretted it, thinking it might remind Marla of the day she lost her child. Agnes had been present not only because she was Marla’s mother, but because she had expertise in delivering a child.

Not that it did any good.

“You had no right!” Marla shouted. She threw open the door, wrapped in a towel. “I don’t want to be here when she shows up.” She stomped into her bedroom and slammed the door.

“Marla,” I said weakly. “You need to—”

“I’m getting dressed. And I have to get Matthew into something. We’ll go look for a crib.”

I had no safety seat for an infant. It had been several years since I’d needed any version of one for Ethan. But at this moment, that seemed a minor problem compared to everything else. If Marla was determined to leave the house, but still willing to be in my company, then I’d put her and the baby in the car, ostensibly to go looking for a crib, drive like I had a bowl of goldfish on the front seat, but head for the Gaynor home instead of a furniture store.

See how Marla reacted.

“Five minutes!” Marla said.

She was out in four, dressed in jeans and a ratty pullover sweater, her hair still wet. She had the baby in her arms. It was hard to see what he was wearing, she had him wrapped up in so many blankets.

“Grab the stroller,” she said. “I don’t want to have to carry him when we’re shopping. Oh, and let me get another bottle from the fridge.”

I didn’t feel I could call my mother back in front of Marla to tell her we were on the move. I figured the moment Agnes arrived and found no one here, my cell would start ringing. I folded the stroller, and as we stepped outside and Marla put her key in the door to lock it, I took another look at the bloody smudge on the door frame.

Maybe it wasn’t blood. It could be dirt. Someone who’d had their hand in the garden. Except Marla wasn’t much of a gardener.

“I think you should sit in the back,” I told her. “If the air bag went off in the front and crushed the baby into you, well, that wouldn’t be a good thing.”

“Just drive real careful,” Marla said.

“That’s what I’ll do.”

I got her settled into the backseat, behind the front passenger seat, with Matthew in her arms. I opened the back hatch, tossed in the stroller, then got behind the wheel.

“Where are we going to look?” she asked. “Walmart? Or maybe the Sears at Promise Falls Mall?”

“I’m not sure,” I said, heading west. Even though I’d grown up in this town, it wasn’t until I was a reporter for the Standard that I really got to know all corners of it. I could find Breckonwood without the help of a navigation system. “Walmart might be a good place to start.”

“Okay,” she said placidly.

It didn’t take long to reach the Gaynors’ neighborhood. Breckonwood was in one of the town’s tonier enclaves. Houses here cost much more than the average Promise Falls bungalow, but they weren’t fetching the same kind of money they might have ten years ago, when the town was prospering. Madeline Plimpton lived around here. She’d thrown a party for Standard staff at her home eight or nine years ago, back when there were things to celebrate in the newspaper business.

“I don’t see any stores around here,” Marla said.

“I have to make a stop,” I said.

I turned onto Breckonwood, worried that I might see half a dozen police cars and a news van from Albany. But the street was quiet, and I found some comfort in that. If someone had called in a report of a missing child, the street would have been abuzz. I found 375, then steered the car over to the curb.

“This look familiar to you?” I asked, twisting around to get a look at Marla and Matthew, who had a tiny smile on his face.

She shook her head.

“You know anyone named Rosemary Gaynor?”

Marla eyed me suspiciously. “Should I?”

“I don’t know. Do you?”

“Never heard of her.”

I hesitated. “Marla, it has to have occurred to you that this baby — Matthew — came from somewhere.”

“I told you where he came from. The woman who came to my door.”

“But she had to get Matthew from someplace, right? Someone had to give him up for you to have him.”

She was nonplussed. “It must have been someone who couldn’t look after him. They asked around and realized I could provide a good home for him.” She offered up a smile that seemed as innocent as Matthew’s.

I didn’t see the point of pursuing this any further. At least not right now. I said, “You sit tight. I’ll be back in a minute.”

I got out of the car, pocketing the keys, and took in 375. The structure was newer than many on the street, suggesting an older house had been torn down and this built in its place. Well landscaped, two stories, double garage, easily five thousand square feet. If anyone was home, there was probably a high-end SUV sitting behind that garage door.

I went to the door and rang the bell. Waited.

I glanced back at the car. Marla’s head was bent down as she talked to the baby. About ten seconds had gone by without anyone answering, so I leaned on the doorbell a second time.

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