Andrew rose, gathered his dishes, and carried them to the sink. “You have many wonderful qualities, Natalie, but subtlety isn’t one of them. You’ll find out about her when I’m ready for you to. That is if you stay long enough.”
“Oh, Dad, that isn’t fair!” Natalie exclaimed. “A bribe to get me to stay?”
“I like to look at it as an incentive.”
“You think you’re pretty smart, don’t you?” Natalie asked. “Well, don’t be too pleased with yourself. You’ve already given away something about her.”
“And what would that be, Detective?”
“She has a cat.”
Andrew smiled. “Good luck tracing her in a city of twenty thousand people with that piece of vital information.” He turned on the faucet, drenched his dishes in water, and looked up at her. “I have work to do. Enjoy yourself today and Natalie, for once, try to stay out of trouble.”
II
Lily was picking her up at twelve-thirty for lunch. Dinner and clubbing last night, lunch today. I’m turning into a regular party girl, Natalie thought. Well, what better way to get over a broken heart? Except that this round of socializing couldn’t go on forever. She needed to make a decision about Kenny.
Natalie shook her head. She’d promised herself a week of relaxation with old friends. Next week she’d try to figure out the rest of her life. Right now all she needed to figure out was whether to wear a chain of silver or gold with her pale blue blouse. Silver. She tossed her long hair to one side and fastened the chain. First major decision of the day. “Natalie, you’re making fantastic progress,” she told her reflection in the mirror as she applied sienna-colored lipstick.
The doorbell rang. Her father claimed he had errands before rounds at the hospital and had left over two hours ago. Natalie thought he’d taken flight because he feared she and Lily might drag him to lunch. No matter. It was better to have Lily to herself. She might be able to find out something about Andrew’s mysterious new girlfriend.
When she opened the door, Natalie marveled as always at Lily’s youthful appearance. Her long blond hair hung thick and straight to her shoulders with a fringe of bangs across her forehead. She wore tan linen slacks and a matching jacket over a green silk shell. Her large hazel eyes sparkled. She’d pushed her designer sunglasses atop her head and she flashed an impish grin. “How much trouble did you get into for not coming home until one A.M? Drunk.”
“Dad pretended to be asleep, but I know he wasn’t. Still, he didn’t rise to deliver a lecture. He doesn’t want to drive me away in just three days, so he’s going easy.”
“That won’t last long. Your father is a good man, Natalie, but he never did cut you much slack. Hey, are you starving?”
“No,” Natalie said as she stepped out on the porch and pulled the door shut behind her. “Dad fixed me a huge breakfast.”
“He is working hard to keep you here. I live alone so I had a stale doughnut and a cup of lukewarm coffee. I could eat one of the hamburger deluxe platters at The Hearth. And a big piece of cheesecake with raspberry sauce.”
“I will never understand how you and Tamara eat so much and stay so thin. What are you? One-ten soaking wet?” Natalie asked, climbing into Lily’s red Corvette. Ever since Lily was twelve, she’d wanted a red Corvette.
“One hundred and fifteen,” Lily said. “My sister, however, has dropped at least five pounds. Maybe more.”
Natalie picked up the serious note in her voice. “Are you worried about her?”
“A little. She is so obsessed with pleasing Warren and she thinks he’s unhappy because she hasn’t gotten pregnant.”
“Does he really want a child?”
Lily shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never seen him display any fondness for children, but something’s wrong with him. He’s irritable and nervous.” They roared out of the driveway and shot away from the house. Lily drove like a professional race car driver. “Warren Hunt wasn’t my choice for my sister. He’s too controlling.”
“Tamara isn’t as independent as you. I think she likes his domination.”
“Maybe, but he’s not my cup of tea.”
“Which is good because he’s married to your sister.”
Lily threw back her head and laughed. She had a deep, hearty laugh that always made Natalie smile. Lily slid a CD into the player. In a moment the speeding car filled with the sounds of Nine Inch Nails.
“Ah, still a lover of the classics,” Natalie said. “I made the mistake of mentioning to Dad this morning that we used to go to The Blue Lady to practice our music at night.”
“That was so much fun. We were going to call our band ‘Fetish.’ ” Lily giggled. “We thought the name was so shocking! Poor Tam fretted over it for days. She was afraid Mom would have a fit. Like we would have ever made it in the rock world. You were the only one with any talent. When you left Kenny’s in a whirlwind, did you remember to bring your guitars?”
“One. Toting it around is second nature to me.”
“I’m glad you never stopped playing music like Tam and I did. Speaking of Tam, I’ve got a great idea. Warren is in Cleveland at some conference. He won’t be back until tonight. Why don’t we go by and pick her up for lunch? She’d love to see you, and you’re not going to die from hunger before we get to the restaurant. I know she’s lonely.”
“I’d love to have lunch with her. It’ll be like old times.”
“I’ll give her a quick call on the cell phone. She hates being taken by surprise. You know how structured she is.”
Lily turned down the music and called. She waited a few moments, then frowned. “No answer.”
“So much for lunch. I’ll have to see her another time. I won’t be leaving for over a week.”
Lily slowly put down the phone. “Maybe we should go by her place, anyway.”
“But you said she hates surprises.”
“She does, but something isn’t right. Even though she’d already turned me down about going to Panache last night, I called right before we left. I thought it was worth one more shot. No answer.”
“Maybe she went to a movie.”
Lily shook her head. “When the great Doctor Warren is away, he always calls at ten o’clock. I called around tenfifteen from Panache. Still no answer. I know I sound like a mother hen, but I need to see about her.”
“You have one of your bad feelings, don’t you?” Natalie asked. “One of your twin feelings.”
Lily looked slightly embarrassed. “Well, I am worried, about these unanswered phone calls, but yes, I do have one of my feelings. You probably think I’m crazy, but . . .”
“I do not think you’re crazy,” Natalie said as Lily turned right, heading away from the business district and toward the lake. “Even if I hadn’t read so many articles about this mysterious communication twins have, I’ve seen it in action with you and Tamara.”
“We’re not as phenomenal as some of the people you see on television, but there have been a couple of spooky times.”
“Like when we were twelve and no one could find you. Tamara insisted you were at Ariel Saunders’s house. You were—with a broken leg. Everyone assumed Tamara had guessed where you were because we went there sometimes, but she told me she actually saw you in one quick flash lying at the foot of the staircase with your leg twisted under you. She made me promise not to tell anyone about her vision.”
“She felt odd about it. She was afraid people would think she was strange. I had a couple of visions about her, too.” Natalie noticed that they were going faster—too fast for these roads, but she didn’t ask Lily to slow down. Clearly she was worried about her sister. “I’m not having any visions now—not of Tam, at least. But last night I kept dreaming of a dog howling in the rain. It probably had nothing to do with Tam, but every time I woke up from the dream, I’d go back to sleep and dream it again. Anyway, I do have an uneasy feeling. It’s probably based on absolutely nothing except that I can’t reach her on the phone.” She turned a sligh
tly tight smile on Natalie. “Thanks for indulging me, though.”
“No problem. If she’s home, we might stand a better chance of dragging her out if we approach her in person, right?”
“Right,” Lily agreed, her smile broadening.
Natalie looked out the car window. The storm seemed to have blown the atmosphere clean. The sky was cerulean blue with a few clouds hanging like puffs of cotton candy. A light breeze ruffled tree leaves that still bore the fresh green of spring. Cooler temperatures around the lake always resulted in later blooming than in the middle of Ohio where Natalie lived. Although it was June, a few stubborn forsythia bushes held yellow blooms to the sun. On a glorious day like this, she could almost forget her hurt over Kenny Davis. Almost.
“That’s Tam’s and Warren’s new house,” Lily said, pointing ahead to a large Cape Cod painted pale yellow with slate-blue shutters.
“I didn’t realize it was out of the city limits. It’s so near Ariel Saunders’s house.”
“That place is falling to ruin. It’s a shame.”
“Why hasn’t the County Historical Society done something?”
“Don’t you remember that Viveca Cosgrove is Ariel and Zebediah’s only surviving descendent? She owns the house. She should donate it to the Historical Society but she wants to sell it to them for an outrageous price.”
“That sounds like Viveca.”
“Exactly. She’s still holding onto that piece of property The Blue Lady is on, too, although Dad tells me she’s thinking of selling it to someone who wants to rebuild the hotel.”
“I’d love to see the hotel rebuilt!” Natalie paused. “So she’s still dating your dad?”
“For a year. I think that’s a record for her. Tam and I are not happy about it, but Dad is just over the moon about her.”
“Viveca strikes again. I’m glad my father didn’t fall for her. At least I don’t think he did. How’s her daughter Alison?”
“Crazy as a loon, but I’m not supposed to say so.” Lily pulled a face. “She’s a patient of Warren’s. She used to see some psychiatrist in Toledo, but for some reason she switched, even though Warren is a psychologist and can’t prescribe drugs, which I think she needs.” Lily slowed down and pulled into the driveway of the Cape Cod. Ahead of them sat a new blue Ford Contour. “That’s Tamara’s car, but look at it. It’s covered with twigs and leaves. They must be from the storm last night. Tam wouldn’t leave a car, especially a new one, sitting beneath a tree in a storm. She’d put it in the garage.”
“Maybe the garage door is broken,” Natalie suggested. “That happened at Kenny’s condo one time. A cable broke and he couldn’t get the door up.”
“I don’t know,” Lily said doubtfully. “If that were the case, she would at least have moved it from beneath the tree where a limb could have fallen on it.” She got out of the Corvette and headed for the front porch. “Here’s the morning newspaper. Tam always reads the paper while she drinks her morning coffee.”
Natalie followed Lily across the lawn. Although the sun shone brightly and the temperature was in the mid-seventies, the ground still felt slightly spongy. The rain had lasted for hours last night.
“And look at this living room window!” Lily called, alarm edging her voice. “It’s raised about three inches. The sheer curtains are water-stained. Tam would never leave a window up during a storm.”
“It’s just one window.” Natalie tried to sound calm although her own nerves tingled. “It’s easy to forget a window.”
Lily had backed off the porch and stood on the lawn looking upward. “There’s another open window upstairs. It’s her bedroom window. Don’t tell me she forgot that one!”
There was nothing else comforting Natalie could say. Clearly something was wrong. “Okay, what do we do first? Call the police?”
“The police?” Lily shook her head. “No. Sheriff Purdue would have listened to me, but we’ve got a new guy from New York City.”
“New York City? Here?”
“Yeah. His name is Meredith and he left New York because of some tragedy involving his wife. Anyway, he goes by the book. He’ll say Tam hasn’t been gone long enough to be declared missing or some damned excuse for not doing anything.” She ran her hands through her hair. “Tam usually takes a walk after dinner. Maybe she fell.”
Natalie glanced up and down the street with its scattering of large, new houses. “Which direction did she walk?”
“Not the street. Tam walked Hyacinth Lane that leads to Ariel Saunders’s house.” She walked out onto the lawn and pointed. “Maybe Tam walked all the way to the house. Maybe now she’s lying hurt in that house and I didn’t sense it because I’m so wrapped up in myself and—”
“Lily!” Natalie shouted, hurrying to catch up with her. “Let’s just keep calm until we search the lane and the house.”
“And if she’s not around?”
“We’ll call Warren.”
“I don’t know where he’s staying.”
“There can’t be that many psychology conventions going on in Cleveland right now. We’ll find him.”
“And if he didn’t talk to Tamara last night?”
“Then we’ll have to call your jerk of a sheriff. But let’s not go off the deep end. Getting hysterical won’t help us find Tamara.”
Lily drew a deep breath. “You’re right. You were always the voice of reason. It’s just that Tam has seemed so unhappy lately, so vulnerable. If only I’d paid more attention to her—” She broke off. “What is that noise?”
Natalie had been vaguely aware of the noise for a few moments. Leaves brushing together. Twigs snapping. They both stood still. Everything went quiet. Even the birds stopped chirping. A line from a Keats poem floated through Natalie’s head: “And no birds sang.”
“Something’s in the brush,” Lily hissed.
“I know.” Natalie kneeled. “Come here. Come to me. It’s all right.”
“What are you doing?”
“Lily, be quiet for a minute.” Natalie peered into the dense undergrowth. “Come.” She held out her hand, palm down. “I won’t hurt you,” she said in a gentle voice. The words weren’t important but the tone was. “It’s all right . . .”
More rustling. Then she saw the head. Long snout, mostly tan. Small ears, brown. Black body. “Come.” The dog came to Natalie at a crouch, as if it expected to be struck. When it finally reached her hand, it sniffed twice and whimpered.
“The dog in my dream,” Lily murmured.
“I thought in your dream you only heard howling.”
“I did, too, until I saw this dog.” Lily’s voice rose. “Nat, it was this dog howling in the rain. What kind is it?”
“Mixed breed.” Natalie stroked the head, then rubbed the ears. The dog rose a bit, losing some of its fear. “I’d say part Airedale.” She bent her head. “Female. She’s never given birth.” The dog now stood at full height. “No collar. Long scratch on the face probably from a locust tree branch.”
“It must be a stray,” Lily said.
Natalie massaged the dog’s neck, noting that its already wiry hair was even stiffer there. Oh, please don’t let it have rolled in some foul-smelling dead thing, Natalie prayed. She brought her hands away. They looked reddish, rusty. She sniffed them, then looked at the dog. It whined. Her heart beating faster, Natalie placed gentle hands on either side of the dog’s head and tilted it. She wasn’t surprised at what she found.
“What is it?” Lily asked. “Your face is pale.”
Natalie swallowed. “Lily, this dog has dried blood all over its neck but there’s no sign of injury.”
“Which means?”
Natalie didn’t want to explain how a dog or wolf might try to protect another’s neck. She stood up. “Lily, maybe the dog knows where Tamara is. Maybe it’s seen her.”
“How do we know that?”
“We don’t, but let’s walk and see what happens.” Natalie turned to the dog. “Come.” She tapped her thigh. “Come!”
The dog hesitated for a moment, then came forward. She understood basic commands. Natalie noted the protruding ribs and the paws with broken nails and small lacerations. This dog hadn’t had an easy time of it lately.
“Lily, start walking. Keep your voice calm. The dog is frightened.”
Lily blurted, “The dog is frightened—”
“Lily,” Natalie said sternly, “I think Tamara is hurt and I think this dog has been with her. Now do you want it to run off because you’re scaring the hell out of it or do you want it to lead us to Tamara?”
Lily nodded. “All right. I’m sorry. I’m just so nervous about Tam.”
“I know. Let’s walk.” They started down the rutted lane. The dog hovered behind them. Natalie turned and smiled. “Come,” she coaxed.
The dog approached Natalie, who patted it on the head. Reassured, the dog bounded ahead. In spite of its neglected condition, it looked strong and graceful.
Lily glanced around. “I don’t see any signs of Tam.”
“The road is so rutted and the brush has grown up. It didn’t look like this when we used to ride our bikes up here.”
“I hate to depress you,” Lily said, “but we haven’t ridden bikes up here for thirteen years.”
“Hard to believe it’s been so long.” The dog broke into a run. It stopped about a hundred feet ahead where an oak limb that had been struck by lightning lay across the road. The limb was covered with honeysuckle. The tiny white and yellow flowers emitted a strong, sweet scent. Hundreds of bees drawn by the scent emitted a loud, threatening buzz.
Abruptly the dog began to bark. Short, sharp bursts of alarm. It ran back and forth in agitation.
Lily and Natalie stopped as oak leaves and honeysuckle rustled. Black wings appeared on the far side of the limb as a turkey vulture rose slowly, looking at them with tiny, conscienceless eyes encircled by red skin. Another followed. The dog looked up at the ugly carrion birds, barking furiously. Hair stood up along its backbone. A corresponding shudder ran through Natalie.
“What is it?” Lily asked in a thin, unnatural voice.
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