Promise Me (2006)

by Harlan - Myron 08 Coben

  No one got bribed. Myron waited. A woman in a wheelchair headed toward them. Banner stepped aside and let her pass. He rubbed his face with his hand . Six months ago a teacher claimed that he caught Randy Wolf selling pot. He searched the kid and found two nickel bags on him. I mean, penny-ante stuff . This teacher, Myron said. Who was he?He asked us to keep his name out of it . Was it Harry Davis?Lance Banner didn't nod, but he might as well have . So what happened?The teacher called us. I had two guys go in. Hildebrand and Peterson. They, uh, fit your description. Randy Wolf claimed that he was framed . Myron frowned. And your guys bought that?No. But the case was weak. The constitutionality of the search was questionable. The amounts were small. And Randy Wolf. He was a good kid. No past record or anything . You didn't want to get him in trouble, Myron said . None of us did . Tell me, Lance. If he'd been a black kid from Newark caught selling at Livingston High, would you have felt the same way?Don't start that hypothetical crap with me. We had a weak case to begin with and then, the next day, Harry Davis tells my officers he won't testify. Just like that. He backs out. So now it's over. My officers had no choice . My, how convenient, Myron said. Tell me: Did the football team have a good season?It was a nothing of a case. The kid had a bright future. He's going to Dartmouth . I keep hearing that, Myron said. But I'm beginning to wonder if it'll happen . Then a voice shouted, Bolitar!Myron turned. Dominick Rochester stood at the end of the corridor. His hands were cuffed. His face was red. Two officers were on either side of him. Myron started toward him. Lance Banner jogged b e hind, calling out a soft warning . Myron...?I won't do anything, Lance. I just want to talk to him . Myron stopped two feet in front of him. Dominick Rochester's black eyes burned. Where is my daughter?Proud of yourself, Dominick?You, Rochester said. You know something about Katie . Did your wife tell you that?No. He grinned. It was one of the most frightening sights Myron had ever seen. Just the opposite, in fact . What are you talking about?Dominick leaned in closer and whispered. No matter what I did to her, no matter how much she suffered, my dearest wife wouldn't talk. See, that's why I'm sure you know something. Not because she talked but because no matter how much hell I put her through, she wouldn't . Myron was back in his car when Erin Wilder called him . I know where Randy Wolf is . Where?There's a senior party at Sam Harlow's house . They're having a party? Aren't any of Aimee's friends concerned?Everyone thinks she ran away, Erin said. Some of them saw her online tonight, so they're even more sure . Wait, if they're at a party, how did they see her online?They have BlackBerrys. They can IM from their phones . Technology, he thought. Keeping people together by allowing them to be apart. Erin gave him the address. Myron knew the area. He hung up and started on his way. The ride did not take long . There were a bunch of cars parked out on the Harlows' street. Someone had set up a big tent in the backyard. This was a real party, an invite party, as opposed to a few kids hanging out and sneaking beers. Myron threw the car into park and entered the yard . There were parents here chaperones, he guessed. That would make this more difficult. But he didn't have time to worry about it. The police might be mobilizing, but they weren't anxious to look at the big picture. Myron was getting it now. It was coming into focus. Randy Wolf, he knew, was one of the keys . The festivities were nicely partitioned. The parents hung out in the house's screened-in porch. Myron could see the adults in the dim light. They were laughing and had a keg. The men wore long shorts and loafers and smoked cigars. The women sported bright Lilly Pulitzer skirts and flip-flops . The seniors gathered at the far end of the tent, as far away from adult supervision as possible. The dance floor was empty. The DJ played a song by the Killers, something about having a girlfriend who looked like a boyfriend that somebody had in February. Myron headed straight for Randy and put his hand on the boy's shoulder . Randy shrugged Myron's hand away. Get off me . We need to talk . My father said I know all about what your father said. We're talking anyway . Randy Wolf was surrounded by about six guys. Some were huge. The quarterback and his offensive line, Myron figured . This butt-face bothering you, Pharm?The one who said that was huge. He grinned at Myron. The guy had spiky blond hair, but what you first noticed, what you couldn't help but notice, was that he wasn't wearing a shirt. Here they were at a party. There were girls and punch and music and dancing and even parents. And this guy wasn't wearing a shirt . Randy didn't say anything . Shirtless had barbed-wire tattoos around his bloated biceps. Myron frowned. The tattoos couldn't have been more wannabe without the word wannabe actually being stenciled in. The guy was slabs and slabs of beef. His chest was so smooth it looked like someone had taken a sander to it. He rippled. His forehead was sloped. His eyes were red, indicating that at least some of the beer had found its way to the underaged. He wore calf-length pants that might have been capris, though Myron didn't know if guys wore those or not . What are you looking at, Butt-face?Myron said, Absolutely and I mean this sincerely absolutely nothing . There were several gasps from the crowd. One of them said, Oh man, is this old dude gonna get a beating or what!Another said, Bring it on, Crush!Shirtless aka Crush made his best tough-guy face. Pharm ain't talking to you, you got me, Butt-face?That got a laugh from his friends . Butt-face, Myron repeated. It's even funnier the third time you say it. He took a step toward the kid. Crush didn't budge. This isn't your business . I 'm making it my business . Myron waited. Then he said, Don't you mean, 'I'm making it my business, Butt-face'?There was another gasp. One of the other guys said, Oh, mister, run and hide. Nobody wises off to Crush like that . Myron looked at Randy. We need to talk now. Before this gets out of hand . Crush smiled, flexed his pecs, stepped forward. It's already out of hand . Myron didn't want to take out a kid, not with the parents around. It would cause too many problems . I don't want trouble, Myron said . You already got it, Butt-face . Some of the guys oooed at that one. Crush folded his massive arms across his chest. A stupid move. Myron needed to get this out of the way fast, before the parents started noticing. But Crush's friends were watching. Crush was the resident tough guy. He couldn't afford to back down . A rms folded across the chest. How macho. How dumb . Myron made the move. When you need to take out somebody with a minimum of fuss or mess, this technique was one of the most effective. Myron's hand started at his side. The natural resting spot. That was the key. You don't cock the wrist. You don't pull the arm back. You don't wind up or make a fist. The smallest distance between two points is a straight line. That's what you remember. Using his natural hand speed and the element of surprise, Myron shot the hand in that straight line, from the resting point near his hip to Crush's throat . He didn't hit him hard. Myron used the knife edge below the pinky and found the neck's sweet spot. Few points on the human body are more vulnerable. If you hit someone in the throat, it hurts. It makes them gasp and cough and freeze. But you have to know what you're doing. You hit it too hard, you could do some serious damage. Myron's hand darted in and struck cobra-like . Crush's eyes bulged. A choking sound got locked in his throat. With almost casual ease, Myron swept out Crush's legs with his instep. Crush went down. Myron did not wait. He grabbed Randy by the scruff of the neck and started dragging him away. If any kid so much as moved, Myron froze them with a stare-down, all the while hustling Randy into the neighbor's backyard . Randy said, Ow, let me go!Screw that. Randy was eighteen, an adult, right? No reason to go soft on him because he was a kid. He took him behind the garage two houses down. When Myron released him, Randy rubbed the back of his neck . What the hell is your problem, man?Aimee is in trouble, Randy . She ran away. Everyone said so. People talked to her online tonight . Why did you two break up?What?I said I heard you. Randy thought about it, then shrugged. We outgrew each other, that's all. We're both going to college. It was time to move on . Last week you went to the prom together . Yeah, so? We'd been planning for it all year. The tux, the dress, we rented a stretch Hummer with a bunch of friends. The whole group of us. We didn't want to ruin everyone's time. So we went together . Why did you two break up, Randy?I just told you . Did Aimee find out you were dealin
g drugs?Randy smiled then. He was a handsome kid and he had a damn good smile. You make it sound like I'm hanging in Harlem hooking kids on heroin . I 'd get into a moral debate with you, Randy, but I'm a little pressed for time . Of course Aimee knew about it. She even partook on more than one occasion. No big deal. I was only providing for a few friends . One of those friends Katie Rochester?He shrugged. She asked a few times. I helped her out . So again, Randy: Why did you and Aimee break up?He shrugged again and his tone quieted just enough. You'd have to ask Aimee . She broke up with you?Aimee changed . Changed how?Why don't you ask her old man?That made Myron pull up. Erik? He frowned. What does he have to do with it?He didn't reply . Randy?Aimee found out her father was screwing around. He shrugged. It made her change . Change how?I don't know. It's like she wanted to do anything to piss him off. Her dad liked me. So all of a sudden another shrug she didn't . Myron thought about it. He remembered what Erik had said last night, on the end of that cul-de-sac. It added up . I cared about her, man, Randy went on. You have no idea how much. I tried to win her back, but it just backfired in my face. I'm over her now. Aimee's not a part of my life anymore . Myron could hear the crowd gather. He reached to grab Randy again by the neck, drag him farther away, but Randy pulled back. I'm fine! Randy yelled out to his approaching friends. We're just talking here . Randy turned back to Myron. His eyes were suddenly clear. Go ahead. What else do you want to know?Your father called Aimee a slut . Right . Why?Why do you think?Aimee started seeing somebody else?Randy nodded . Was it Drew Van Dyne?Doesn't matter anymore . Yeah, it does . Nah, not really. With all due respect, none of this does. Look, high school is over. I'm going to Dartmouth. Aimee is going to Duke. My mom, she told me something. She said that high school isn't important. The people who are happiest in high school end up being the most miserable adults. I'm lucky. I know that. And I know it won't last unless I take the next step. I thought . . . we talked about it. I thought Aimee understood that too. How important the next step was. And in the end, we both got what we wanted. We got accepted to our first choices . She's in danger, Randy . I can't help you . A nd she's pregnant . He closed his eyes . Randy?I don't know where she is . You said you did something to try to win her back, but it backfired. What did you do, Randy?He shook his head. He wouldn't say. But Myron thought that maybe he had an idea. Myron gave him his card. If you think of anything . . . Yeah . Randy turned away then. He headed back to the party. The music still played. The parents kept laughing. And Aimee was still in trouble.

  Chapter 48

  When Myron got back to his car, Claire was there. It's Erik, she said. What about him?

  He ran out of the house. With his father's old gun. Did you call his cell?No answer, Claire said. Any idea where he went?A few years ago I represented a company called KnowWhere, Claire said. You heard of it?No . They're like OnStar or LoJack. They put a GPS in your car for emergencies, that kind of thing. Anyway, we got one installed in both cars. I just called the owner at home and begged him to get me the location . A nd?Erik is parked in front of Harry Davis's house . Jesus . Myron jumped into his car. Claire slipped into the passenger seat. He wanted to argue, but there was no time . Call Harry Davis's home, he said . I tried, Claire said. There was no answer . Erik's car was indeed parked directly in front of the Davis residence. Ifhe'd wanted to hide his approach, he hadn't done a very good job . Myron stopped the car. He took out his own gun . Claire said, What the hell is that for?Just stay here . I asked you Not now, Claire. Stay here. I'll call if I need you . His voice left no room for argument and, for once, Claire just obeyed. He started up the path, keeping a low crouch. The front door was slightly ajar. Myron didn't like that. He ducked low and listened . There were noises, but he couldn't make out what they were . Using the barrel of the gun, he pushed the door open. There was no one in the foyer. The sounds were coming from the left. Myron crawled in. He turned the corner and there, lying on the floor, was a woman he assumed was Mrs. Davis . She was gagged. Her hands were tied behind her back. Her eyes were wide with fear. Myron put a finger to his lips. She looked to her right, then back at Myron, then back to her right again . He heard more noises . There were other people in the room. On her right . Myron debated his next move. He considered backing out and calling the police. They could surround the house, he guessed, start talking Erik down. But that might be too late . He heard a slap. Someone cried out. Mrs. Davis squeezed her eyes shut . There was no choice. Not really. Myron had the gun at the ready. He was about to leap, preparing to turn and aim in the direction where Mrs. Davis had been looking. He bent his legs. And then he stopped . Jumping in with a gun. Would that be the prudent move here?Erik was armed. He might, of course, react by surrendering. He might also react by firing in a panic . Fifty-fifty . Myron tried something else . Erik?Silence . Myron said, Erik, it's me. Myron . Come on in, Myron . The voice was calm. There was almost a lilt in it. Myron moved into the center of the room. Erik stood with a gun in his hand. He had on a dress shirt with no tie. There were splatters of blood across the chest . Erik smiled when he saw Myron. Mr. Davis is ready to talk now . Put the gun down, Erik . I don't think so . I said What? Are you going to shoot me?Nobody is shooting anybody. Just put the gun down . Erik shook his head. The smile remained. Come all the way in. Please . Myron stepped into the room, his gun still up. Now he could see Harry Davis in a chair. His back was to Myron. Nylon cuffs were around his wrists. Davis's head lolled on the neck, chin down . Myron came around the front and took a look . Oh, man . Davis had been beaten. There was blood on his face. A tooth was out and on the floor. Myron turned to Erik. Erik's posture was different. He wasn't as ramrod as usual. He didn't look nervous or agitated. In fact, Myron had never seen him look more relaxed in his life . He needs a doctor, Myron said . He's fine . Myron looked at Erik's eyes. They were placid pools . This isn't the way, Erik . Sure it is . Listen to me I don't think so. You're good at this stuff, Myron, no question. But you have to follow rules. A certain code. When your child is in danger, those niceties go out the window . Myron thought about Dominick Rochester, how he had said something so very similar in the Seidens' house. You couldn't start off with two guys more different than Erik Biel and Dominick Rochester. Desperation and fear had rendered them near identical . Harry Davis raised his bloodied face. I don't know where Aimee is, I swear . Before Myron could do much of anything, Erik aimed his gun at the ground and fired. The sound was loud in the small room. Harry Davis screamed. A groan came from behind Mrs. Davis's gag . Myron's own eyes widened as he looked down at Davis's shoe . There was a hole in it . I t was near the edge of the big toe. Blood began to run. Myron raised his gun and pointed it at Erik's head. Put it down now!No . He said it simply. Erik looked at Harry Davis. The man was in pain, but his head was up now, his eyes more focused. Did you sleep with my daughter?Never!He's telling the truth, Erik . Erik turned to Myron. How do you know?It was another teacher. A guy named Drew Van Dyne. He works at the music store where she hung out . Erik looked confused. But when you dropped Aimee off, she came here, right?Yes . Why?They both looked at Harry Davis. There was blood on his shoe now. It oozed out slowly. Myron wondered if the neighbors had heard the gunfire, if they'd call the police. Myron doubted it. People out here assume the sound is a car backfiring or fireworks, something explainable and safe . I t's not what you think, Harry Davis said . What's not?And then Harry Davis's eyes darted toward his wife. Myron understood. He pulled Erik to the side. You cracked him, Myron said. He's ready to talk . So?So he's not going to talk in front of his wife. And if he did something to Aimee, he's not going to talk in front of you . Erik still had the small smile on his face. You want to take over . I t's not about taking over, Myron said. It's about getting the information . Erik surprised Myron then. He nodded. You're right . Myron just looked at him as if waiting for the punch line . You think this is about me, Erik said. But it's not. It's about my daughter. It's about what I'd do to save her. I'd kill that man in a second. I'd kill his wife. Hell, Myron, I'd kill you too. But none of that will
do any good. You're right. I cracked him. But if we want him to talk freely, his wife and I should leave the room . Erik walked over to Mrs. Davis. She cowered . Harry Davis shouted, Leave her alone!Erik ignored him. He reached down and helped Mrs. Davis to her feet. Then Erik looked back at Harry. Your wife and I will wait in the other room . They moved into the kitchen and closed the door behind them. Myron wanted to untie Davis, but those nylon cuffs were tough to do by hand. He grabbed a blanket and stemmed the blood flow from the foot . I t doesn't hurt much, Davis said . His voice was far away. Strangely enough, he too looked more relaxed. Myron had seen that before. Confession is indeed good for the soul. The man was carrying a heavy load of secrets. It was going to feel good, at least temporarily, to unburden himself . I 've been teaching high school for twenty-two years, Davis began without being prompted. I love it. I know the pay isn't great. I know it's not prestigious. But I adore the students. I love to teach. I love to help them on their way. I love when they come back and visit me . Davis stopped . Why did Aimee come here the other night? Myron asked . He didn't seem to hear. Think about it, Mr. Bolitar. Twenty-plus years. With high-schoolers. I don't say high school kids. Because many of them aren't kids. They're sixteen, seventeen, and even eighteen. Old enough to serve in the military and vote. And unless you're blind, you know that those are women, not girls. You ever check out the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue? You ever look on the runway at top fashion shows? Those models are the same age as the beautiful, fresh-faced ones that I'm with five days a week, ten months a year. Women, Mr. Bolitar. Not girls. This isn't about some sick attraction or pedophilia . Myron said, I hope you're not trying to justify sexual affairs with students . Davis shook his head. I just want to put what I'm about to say in context . I don't need context, Harry . He almost laughed at that. You understand what I'm saying more than you want to admit, I think. The thing is, I am a normal man by that I mean, a normal heterosexual male with normal urges and desires. I'm surrounded year after year with mind-bogglingly beautiful women wearing tight clothes and low-cut jeans and plunging necklines and bare midriffs. Every day, Mr. Bolitar. They smile at me. They flirt with me. And we teachers are supposed to be strong and resist it every day . Let me guess, Myron said. You stopped resisting?I'm not trying to make you sympathize. What I'm telling you is, the position we're in is unnatural. If you see a sexy seventeen-year-old walking down the street, you look. You desire. You might even fantasize . But, Myron said, you don't act . But why don't you? Because it's wrong or because you don't really have a chance? Now imagine seeing hundreds of girls like that every day, for years on end. From the earliest times, man has striven to be powerful and wealthy. Why? Most anthropologists will tell you that we do it to attract more and better females. That's nature. Not looking, not desiring, not being attracted that would make you a freak, wouldn't you say?I don't have time for this, Harry. You know it's wrong . I do, he said. And for twenty years I fought back those impulses. I stuck with the looking, the imagining, the fantasizing . A nd then?Two years ago I had a wonderful, gifted, beautiful student. No, it wasn't Aimee. I won't tell you her name. There's no reason for you to know. She sat in the front of the class, this amazing bounty. She stared at me like I was a deity. She kept the top two buttons of her blouse undone.... Davis closed his eyes . You gave in to your natural urgings, Myron said . I don't know many men who could have resisted . A nd this has what to do with Aimee Biel?Nothing. I mean, not directly. This young woman and I started an affair. I won't go into details . Thank you . But eventually we got found out. It was, as you might imagine, a disaster. Her parents went crazy. They told my wife. She still hasn't forgiven me. Not really. But Donna has family money. We paid them off. They wanted to keep it quiet too. They were worried about their daughter's reputation. So we all agreed to not say anything. She went on to college. And I went back to teaching. I'd learned my lesson . So?So I put it behind me. I know you want to make me out a monster. But I'm not. I've had a lot of time to think about it. I know you think I'm just trying to rationalize, but there's more to it. I'm a good teacher. You pointed out how impressive winning Teacher of the Year was and that I'd won it more than any other teacher in that school's history. That's because I care about the kids. It's not a contradiction having these urges and caring about my students. And you know how perceptive teens are. They can spot a phony a mile away. They vote for me, they come to me when they have a problem, because they know I truly care . Myron wanted to vomit, and yet the arguments, he knew, were not without some perverse merit. So you went back to teaching, he said, trying to get him back on track. You put it behind you and...?And then I made a second mistake, he said. He smiled again. There was blood on his teeth. No, it's not what you think. I didn't have another affair . What then?I caught a student selling pot. And I turned him in to both the principal and the police . Randy Wolf, Myron said . Davis nodded . What happened?His father. Do you know the man?We've met . He did some digging. There were a few scant rumors about my liaison with the student. He hired a private eye. He also got another teacher, a man named Drew Van Dyne, to help him. Van Dyne, you see, was Randy's drug supplier . So if Randy was prosecuted, Myron said, Van Dyne had a lot to lose too . Yes . So let me guess. Jake Wolf found out about your affair . Davis nodded . A nd he blackmailed you into keeping quiet . Oh, he did more than that . Myron looked down at the man's foot. The blood had let up. Myron should get him to a hospital, he knew that, but he didn't want to lose this momentum either. The odd thing was, Davis did not seem in pain. He wanted to talk. He had probably been thinking about these crazy justifications for years, rattling alone in his brain, and now finally he was being given the chance to express them . Jake Wolf had me now, Davis went on. Once you start down the blackmail road, you never really get off it. Yes, he offered to pay me. And yes, I took the money . Myron thought about what Wheat Manson had told him on the phone. You were not just a teacher. You were a guidance counselor . Yes . You had access to student transcripts. I've seen how far parents in this town will go to get their kids into the right college . You have no idea, Davis said . Yeah, I do. It wasn't that different when I was a kid. So Jake Wolf had you change his son's grades . Something like that. I just switched the academic part of his transcript. Randy wanted to go to Dartmouth. Dartmouth wanted Randy because of his football. But they needed him to be in the top ten percent. There are four hundred kids in his class. Randy was ranked fiftythird not bad, but not top ten percent. There is another student, a bright kid named Ray Clarke. He's ranked fifth in the class. Clarke got into Georgetown early decision. So I knew he wouldn't be applying anywhere else.... So you switched Randy's transcript with this Clarke kid's?Yes . Now Myron remembered something else, something Randy had said about trying to win Aimee back, about that backfiring, about having the same goal. And you did the same thing for Aimee Biel. To make sure she got into Duke. Randy asked you to do that, didn't he?Yes . A nd when Randy told Aimee what he'd done, he figured that she'd be grateful. Except she wasn't. She started investigating. She tried to break into the school computer and see what happened. She called Roger Chang, the number-four kid in the class, to see what his grades and extracurricular activities were. She was trying to put together what you guys had done . That I don't know, Davis said. He was losing the adrenaline flow. He was wincing in pain now. I never talked to Aimee about it. I don't know what Randy said to her that's what I was asking him about when you saw us in the school parking lot. He said he hadn't used my name, that he'd just told her he was going to help her get into Duke . But Aimee put it together. Or at least she was trying to . That could be . He winced again. Myron didn't care . So now we're up to the big night, Harry. Why did Aimee have me drop her off here?The kitchen door swung open. Erik stuck his head into the room. How are we doing?We're doing okay, Myron said . Myron expected an argument, but Erik just disappeared back into the kitchen . He's crazy, Davis said . You have daughters, don't you?Yes. Then he nodded as if he suddenly understood . You're stalling, Harry. Your foot is bleeding. You nee
d medical attention . I don't care about that . You've come this far. Let's get it done. Where is Aimee?I don't know . Why did she stop by?He closed his eyes . Harry?His voice was soft. God forgive me, but I don't know . You want to explain?She knocked on the door. It was ridiculously late. Two, three in the morning. I don't know. Donna and I were asleep. She scared the hell out of us. We went to the window. We both saw her. I turned to my wife. You should have seen the look on her face. There was so much hurt. All the distrust, all that I'd been fighting to mend, it all ripped apart. She started to cry . So what did you do?I sent Aimee away . Silence . I opened the window. I said it was late. I told her we could talk Monday . What did Aimee do?She just looked up at me. She didn't say a word. She was disappointed, I could tell that. Davis squeezed his eyes shut. But I was also afraid that maybe she was angry . She just walked away?Yes . A nd now she's missing, Myron said. Before she could reveal what she knew. Before she could destroy you. And if the cheating scandal came out, well, it was like I said when we first talked. It's over for you. It would all come out . I know. I thought of that . He stopped. Tears started running down his cheeks . What? Myron said . My third big mistake, he said, his voice soft . Myron felt a chill run down his spine. What did you do?I wouldn't hurt her. Not ever. I cared about her . What did you do, Harry?I was confused. I didn't know what the situation was. So I got scared when she showed up. I knew what it could mean like you said. Everything could come out. All of it. And I panicked . What did you do? Myron asked again . I called someone. As soon as she left. I called someone I thought could help figure out what to do next . Who did you call, Harry?Jake Wolf, he said. I called Jake Wolf and told him that Aimee Biel was right outside my door.