Sleep No More

by Iris Johansen

  Eve didn’t want to finish it. It made her sick. But she had to go on. It wasn’t fair to Beth to avoid reading it if her sister had managed to survive it.

  Beth: “But if I don’t think about it, if I don’t talk about it, then I won’t lie. Won’t that be good enough?”

  Gelber: “You know it won’t. You have to believe it, Beth. Now tell me about the night before your accident. That’s where all the lies start.”

  Beth: “I don’t remember that night.”

  Gelber: “That’s not acceptable. Can’t you feel the pain start?”

  Beth: “Yes, I can’t—I remember. I do remember. I was so happy. Rick had called to tell me that he’d rented a chalet for a week. It was only about ten miles from the lodge, and he said that he’d be able to see me the next day. Maybe we’d even go skiing. He laughed and said that I had to take it easy when we were on those slopes together. I was getting too good for him.”

  Gelber: “You’re lying again.”

  Beth: “No, I’m not. I don’t feel any pain yet. That must mean I’m telling the truth.”

  Gelber: “No, it only means that the lies have to hit home first. Stop being defiant. Go on.”

  Beth: “I was so excited. I hadn’t seen Rick for over a year. I didn’t want to wait until the next day. I wanted to see him right away. I decided to go to his chalet and surprise him. But I didn’t have a car, and I had to ask Cara to take me.”

  Gelber: “Your friend, Cara Sandler.”

  Beth: “That’s right. But she wasn’t really my friend. She said she’d take me, but she wouldn’t just drop me off at his chalet. She wanted to come in and meet him. She’d heard about Rick from me, but she was more impressed by the stories about how he was going to be the next senator from South Carolina.”

  Gelber: “And you agreed to her terms.”

  Beth: “I wanted to see him.”

  Gelber: “What time did you get to the chalet?”

  Beth: “I’m not sure. A few hours later. Ten or ten thirty.”

  Gelber: “Tell me about it. You arrived at the chalet. What did you see?”

  Beth: “Rick’s car. He’d bought a new Mercedes the year before and took me for a ride in it.” Pause. “And another car, a black Cadillac with rental plates. I was disappointed. I was hoping Rick would be alone. But I was going to go knock on the door anyway. Cara parked down the road, a little distance from the chalet, and I unlocked my door.”

  Gelber: “But you didn’t get out of the car.”

  Beth: “The front door opened, and a woman came out. She was older and dressed in a fur coat with a hood. She hurried down the steps and turned to call to the man behind her. ‘Hurry, Rick. I have to get her to the hospital.’ Then Rick came out of the chalet. He was carrying a girl wrapped in a green blanket. She had long black hair, and I think she was Asian. She had her eyes closed, and one bare arm was outside the blanket.”

  Gelber: “Dead.”

  Beth: “I didn’t say that. I don’t know. If the woman was going to take her to the hospital, then she wasn’t dead. Right?”

  Gelber: “But you were afraid she might be.”

  Beth: “I didn’t know what to think. I was just confused and scared.”

  Gelber: “What happened next?”

  Beth: “Rick put the girl in the backseat of the Cadillac. He looked scared, too. He slammed the door of the car and stepped back. He said, ‘You shouldn’t have done it, Mother. Why did you hit her with that statue? It wasn’t her fault.’ She said, ‘No, it was yours. You know the rules. And it was only an accident, but I’ll fix it. She’ll be fine once I get her to the hospital. You just stay out of it.’ He nodded. ‘She’s only a kid. You take good care of her.’ She pulled away from the chalet. ‘Don’t I always take good care of everything? I’ll call you later, Rick.’ Then she started down the road.”

  Gelber: “That was when she saw you and Cara parked by the side of the road.”

  Beth: “Yes, her headlights were directly on us, and she saw us sitting there. I knew she saw us. She turned her head and stared at us as she passed. She looked … angry.”

  Gelber: “It was Rick’s mother. Did she recognize you?”

  Beth: “I don’t know. I recognized her from photographs though I’d never met her. Rick said she thought it best for me not to be around the family. People might guess the truth about me, and that would be awkward.”

  Gelber: “Did it make you angry?”

  Beth: “No, I think it hurt me, but I’d never be angry at Rick.”

  Gelber: “How fortunate. So did you go up to the chalet and ask for an explanation?”

  Beth: “No, I was going to do it, but Cara started the car and turned it around. I tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t listen. She said I should go back to the lodge and call Rick when I got there. He wouldn’t want to talk to me right now. I was angry. What did Cara know about Rick? He’d never been angry with me about anything. But she just ignored me and drove back to the lodge. I went to my room.”

  Gelber: “And called Rick?”

  Beth: “Yes, after I cooled down a little about the way Cara had whisked me back there.”

  Gelber: “Where was Cara?”

  Beth: “I didn’t know or care. She stayed in her car and was making phone calls.”

  Gelber: “To whom?”

  Beth: “I don’t know. I made her promise not to tell anyone about what had happened until I could talk to Rick. As long as she did that, it didn’t matter to me.”

  Gelber: “What did Rick say when you reached him? Was he angry with you?”

  Beth: “I told you that Rick was never angry with me. He loves me. He only said he wished I hadn’t gone to the chalet. His mother had called and told him that the girl was going to be fine and that she saw us up there. I asked what had happened to the girl and who she was. He said it was complicated, and he’d explain when he saw me tomorrow. He was going to come over in the afternoon and take me to town for dinner.”

  Gelber: “But he didn’t explain because you went skiing that morning and had an accident. You didn’t see him again. You’ve never seen him since.”

  Beth: “Not yet. But he’ll still come to see me. I know he will.”

  Gelber: “And what do you remember about the accident?”

  Beth: “It … wasn’t an accident. Some dumb kid played a trick and stretched a wire over the trail and tied it to two trees. I went flying face forward into the snow. Then something … the back of my head got hurt.”

  Gelber: “There was no wire, Beth.”

  Beth: “There was a wire. I saw it shining in the sunlight, but it was too late to stop.”

  Gelber: “No wire. You ran into a tree. You mustn’t lie. It will hurt.”

  Beth: “No, I saw the— Oh, God, it’s happening. I can’t breathe. Make it stop. Make it stop.”

  Gelber: “I can’t make it stop. You’re the only one who can do that. You have to reject the lies and accept the truth. You never saw Rick that weekend, you never went to his chalet, you never talked to him on the phone. You made it all up because you’re lonely and want his attention. Is your heart pounding hard?”

  Beth: “Yes … hurts.”

  Gelber: “Soon you won’t be able to breathe. The lies did it to you, but I can save you. We’re going to go back over your story again and take lie by lie and turn it into truth.”

  Beth: “Can’t breathe … dying.”

  Gelber: “No, you’re not. But you could die, the lies could kill you. But I’ll work with you and try to save you. Now start again, tell me about that night.”

  Beth: “Can’t talk—hurt.”

  Gelber: “Nonsense. Start again. It’s only going to get worse until you’re healed. We’ll take it sentence by sentence and purge the lies. Then you’ll be able to breathe again. See, it’s getting very painful already. I can tell.”

  Beth: “Can’t—think—can’t remember—scared.”

  Gelber: “Start again, Beth.”

  Eve had to wait a
moment to speak after she’d flipped the pages closed, and even then, her voice was shaking. “He was a monster, and so is Pierce if he was responsible for those sessions. Torturing a helpless girl who was guilty of nothing but being at the wrong place at the wrong time.”

  “And then imprisoning her for over a decade.” Joe flipped his copy shut. “Gelber, Pierce, Drogan. Very ugly. But they were only the tools. You have to look beyond them to find the real monsters.”

  “Nelda Avery,” Newell said. “And perhaps Rick Avery. He was at least an accomplice.”

  “You won’t convince Beth of that,” Eve said. “He’s the only person in the world she cares about.”

  “Then we may have to convince her,” Joe said. “Because Rick Avery may have been responsible for everything that happened to Beth. Hell, that Asian girl may have been murdered at the chalet.”

  “But Nelda went to a great deal of trouble to keep Beth alive all these years, when it would have been easier just to kill her. There had to be a reason why she did that. Maybe she knew Rick wouldn’t go along with it, and it might damage her influence with him.”

  “Possibly.”

  “And from the conversation between Nelda and Rick, it would indicate Nelda was primarily guilty of whatever happened to that kid.” She shrugged. “But it may not be murder. We’ll have to run a check of the local hospitals and see if there are any records.”

  “You won’t find anything,” Newell said. “Nothing near that lodge. It was a small hospital in Toronto, Canada.”

  “What?”

  “Gelber was evidently curious about whether the girl died, too. There were records attached to the Avery file about an investigation he did after he was brought into Beth’s case. Su Kim, a twelve-year-old Chinese girl, was taken into the emergency room at St. John’s Hospital in Toronto a day after the incident at the chalet. Nelda clearly didn’t want any local scrutiny about what happened at the chalet. However, she eventually permitted the girl to be taken to the Canadian hospital by her father. The emergency-room hospital bill was paid through one of the Avery corporations.”

  “What was the diagnosis?” Eve asked.

  “Concussion. Serious stuff. She’d been struck by a sharp, heavy object.”

  “But she survived?”

  “I doubt it. No one but her father or Nelda Avery knows for certain. The girl’s father insisted on taking her away from the hospital after the doctors told him she’d either die or end up as a vegetable. The doctors said he appeared very angry with her.”

  Eve stared at him in disbelief. “For being a victim?”

  Newell shrugged. “Put it together. Rick Avery likes very young girls. Not easy to satisfy an appetite like that when you’re being groomed for high office in this country. The girl had Chinese documents, and so did her father. In China, it’s possible to obtain anything for a price, and it’s far enough away to be able to avoid media attention. Maybe that’s how he managed to get what he wanted and still be safe. But it wasn’t safe to bring the girl back to the U.S. My guess is that Su Kim was a prostitute and her father her pimp. Nelda turned the kid over to her father and sent them both out of the country.”

  “Rick told Beth that the girl was all right.”

  “That may be what Nelda told him,” Joe said. “Or it may be that he was just lying to protect himself and his mother. Evidently, she was the one who struck the blow.”

  “Why would she do that?” Eve shook her head in bewilderment. “A child he was using. I can see her being angry with him, but the girl…”

  “Unless Su Kim got scared and tried to fight her when Nelda was trying to jerk her out of there,” Newell said. “Nelda could have picked up some object and struck out at her. Who knows?”

  “There are too many things we don’t know,” Eve said wearily. “What about Cara Sandler? She left the lodge the morning of Beth’s supposed accident. She knew what happened at Rick Avery’s chalet.”

  “And she was on the phone when she and Beth got back to the lodge. Who was she calling? Nelda?” He turned to Joe. “You were checking on what happened to her. Did you find out anything?”

  “Only that she went back to Canada and took a job at a newspaper. She apparently did very well. She got lucky with a lot of tips and managed to uncover some fairly hot stories.” He paused. “And she was equally lucky on the stock market. She acquired quite a fortune over the years.”

  “Blackmail?” Eve murmured.

  “A giant payoff to get her to leave the country, then a constant flow of favors and cash to keep her happy. Her father was a very prominent politician, so it would have been dangerous to try to get rid of her any other way. It’s possible.”

  “Where is she now?”

  “Still in Vancouver, I think,” Joe said. “I’ve been trying to get a cell number to phone her. I should be getting a call with the info anytime now.”

  “We probably don’t have a chance that she’ll talk to us,” Eve said. “Her lips have been sealed about what happened at that chalet all these years. Nelda has been very careful to make sure that there have been no leaks.”

  “But the situation is changed,” Joe said. “Nelda was content to pay for silence as long as she could keep the status quo, but Beth blew that to hell. Now Nelda’s scrambling for damage control. When we tell Cara about Gelber’s death and Drogan’s killings, she might be uneasy enough to turn her back on Nelda. She must know by now how ruthless Nelda can be.”

  It made sense, Eve realized, and the thought brought a ripple of hope. “Then we might get a statement from her that would substantiate the fact that Beth was railroaded into that hospital. It would help keep the authorities from throwing her back in there and ask questions later. We both know that would be their first reaction. Ever since I realized that threat was hovering over her, I’ve been worrying about it.”

  “I know you have.” Joe reached out and gently touched her cheek. “And I can’t say that there’s no basis for worry. A history of mental illness is an easy out for law enforcement. I have to admit it would influence me.”

  “But Cara Sandler could help. Keep on her Joe.” She got to her feet. “Now I’m going upstairs to give my copy of this session to Beth. It’s time she read it.”

  “It may not do any good,” Newell said. “She doesn’t remember any of its happening. Gelber saw to that.”

  “I don’t care. It could trigger something. She deserves us letting her be part of this. It’s her past, her life.” She added fiercely, “We’ve been sitting here trying to puzzle everything out as if Beth was the mental incompetent they tried to convince everyone she was. She’s not incompetent. She’s smart and she’s able to—” She broke off. “Sorry. You know that without my preaching at you. It’s just that I feel as if everything is closing in on us, on her. Nelda is weaving a giant web and blocking every way for Beth to get out.” She headed for the sliding glass doors. “And I’m not even sure that I want Beth to remember those sessions with Gelber. That trigger I was talking about could be the one that causes her to go through that damn torture. Gelber was very thorough and efficient about making sure that it was firmly in place. I don’t know what the hell kind of damage is still lingering after all those years. What if her breathing shuts down, and I can’t stop its happening the way Gelber did?”

  “You could opt out of letting her read it,” Newell said. “I would.”

  “No, I’d want to know everything, whatever the risk. I think she would, too.” She went into the house and up the stairs to Beth’s bedroom.

  She hesitated at the door, then knocked. “Beth.”

  “Hi.” Beth threw open the door. “I slept longer than I thought, and I just got out of the shower. I couldn’t sleep in that bed, so I moved to the rocking chair and—” She stopped, her gaze on Eve’s face. “What’s wrong?”

  “Do you want a list? Present or past?” Eve handed her Gelber’s notes. “Gelber’s interview with you regarding that last night at the lodge before your accident. It’s very revea
ling … and horrible. I want you to read it.”

  “Of course. I want to read it.” She frowned. “You read it? Why didn’t you let me read it first?”

  “Newell said that you’d have a problem with it.” She sat down in the rocking chair. “I agree with him, but I’m not sure what kind of problem, so I’m going to stay here until you’re finished. Then we’ll talk.”

  Beth sat down on the bed, leaned back against the headboard, and curled her feet beneath her. “You’re very grim.”

  “It’s the way I feel at the moment. Why not? The situation is grim and getting grimmer.” She leaned back in the rocking chair. “Just read those pages, Beth.”

  * * *

  “DON’T TELL ME TO HURRY,” Drogan said harshly, his gaze on the Spanish-style house down the block. “Dammit, I can’t get to Beth Avery right now. I’m working on it, but she has Quinn, Eve Duncan, and Newell practically on top of her. It’s going to take a little time.”

  “I don’t have time, Drogan,” Nelda said coldly. “And neither do you. I told you when I contacted you that if I upped the stakes, I’d expect you to perform accordingly. So far, I’ve had no problem with you except for a certain rudeness and a lack of alacrity in obeying my orders. Because of your slowness, I had to enlist other help to speed things along. But I can accept that if we can bring this to a swift close.”